Playlist

Let's see. Goldberry put her Playlist on her blog. Can I?

Deuce and a half

There's a big ol', powerful truck that comes through here to pull vehicles and trucks and trailers out of the sand. They're kind of awesome. We've seen 'em pull huge, gigantic, trailers out of the sand, and during summer holidays they grumble and rumble up and down the road enjoying plenty of business. It's actually an old Army vehicle nicknamed a deuce and a half. Welp. I guess they don't do so well in the lake! Look what happened! What do you think he said? Maybe the driver said, "Oops!" or "Uh-oh!"



He helped a pick-up out of the water, but got himself stuck. Saddest thing is, one 'o the rangers was instructed to give the guy a ticket. Ranger said, "What do I cite him on?" See, there's no rules against parking it in the lake. Hahahaha! And if you check his windshield he has a park permit, clear and legal. Awwww, poor guy! I said giving him a ticket would be throwing salt on the wound. Even our most prolific ranger who gives citations out like candy on Halloween couldn't bear to write him up a ticket.

Saturday night

The Christians United For Israel meeting was good. I learned two new terms, "Righteous Gentiles" and "replacement theology." There were about 500 people in attendance. The beginning was too long, filled with far too much fluff about sister city stuff, and speakers that no one really cared about, giving out awards to people no one knows. The best speaker was the keynote speaker and he was dead last, followed only by a benediction from a pastor and a blessing from a rabbi. The beginning was so boring and long, that some people began leaving! We drove too far to leave early and good thing because the last speaker, David Brog, was worth the wait.

He began by explaining that he is the executive director of Christians United For Israel and he is not Christian. He is Jewish. He said people often assume he is a Messianic Jew (that's a Jew who believes Christ is the Son of God) or a Jew for Jesus person (that another similar group). But he's neither. He's a Jew for Judaism! The whole audience chuckled. The night was one big history lesson. He was bold even mentioning the phrase Christ killers, which I just heard in the movie Fiddler On The Roof, and the Crusades. He said that the story of the Bible is not finished. The story hasn't ended yet.

Which brings me to define replacement theology. Replacement theology has fostered anti-Semitism throughout history. He used the word so many times I actually remembered it. This is a concept which David explained affected people's thinking to such a degree that it has led to all kinds of aggression toward Jews by Christian groups. Replacement theologians say that God has rejected the Jews in the place of the Gentile Church, because the Jews failed to believe. The Church "replaces" the Jewish people because the Jews are rejected by God, no longer the chosen people. It's bogus theology. It really helped me to understand how anti-Semitism came into existence in the first place. I'd always wondered about that. I've marveled at people who hate Jews because I just don't get it.

What happened, he says, is that every instance in the Bible that says Israel, modern Christianity perceived to mean the Church, essentially kicking the Jewish people out of their own Bible. But! If you have a literal interpretation of the Bible, and I do, then Israel means I-s-r-a-e-l. And prophecy about Israel is about I-s-r-a-e-l.

Righteous Gentiles refers to the people who courageously hid and protected Jews during the Holocaust. A lady did a drama piece about Corrie ten Boom, a Christian protestant in Holland who put herself and her family in danger to hide Jews from the Nazis. The Dutch family got caught by a spy and all died except for Corrie. Even Corrie's 84 year old father was put in prison where he died in days. I've heard and read of Anne Frank but until last night I'd never heard about Corrie ten Boom. We all wonder, if we went back in time, would we be a Righteous Gentile. None of us can know, can we? But we like to hope and think we would be.

He said what happened in WWII could never happen now because the Jews aren't alone now. They have friends. Us.

They played "Hava Nagila" twice and I wanted to go down and dance but my group fairly rushed out of the building immediately after the last speaker. Boo hoo. And the 13 year old boy next to me asked me if I was Jewish because I knew most of the words. I thought he was cute. I wondered why he was staring at me so while I sang. I thought I had something wrong or something. Heh.

I got home Friday night at 1:15am. I got up at noon Friday morn and looked awful and had a headache all day. Today I felt all recovered. Today I just kicked back. We watched the first half of Cecil B. deMille's "Ten Commandments" and I'm pleased because our son is enjoying it.

Hmmm. Off to bed for me now. Have a lovely Sunday day.

Greater is he that is in me than he that is in the world. Paraphrased from 1John 4:4

Late, late

Am I the first one up???

Whoops

Albuquerque isn't an hour away. It's two and a half hours away! I'm distance challenged. I thought it was an hour away.

There are lots of these butterflies here lately.

Two whole students

I led dance today. It went well! Mainly I was afraid of running out of exercise warm-ups and then finishing way, way, too early. But I used up the full hour and a half. I spent about 50 minutes on warm-up and 30 minutes on dance. One lady said she liked that I went slowly and she said she felt good after class - her body was loose and limbered up. Yay! She made my day. I worked those ladies! I asked them if they were warmed up and they said "Yes!" quite enthusiastically. We did abdominal crunches so I could be sure they were sweating. Heh. I did notice that everything I did, even if I rubbed my nose, the ladies would do it too. Haha! It's much different teaching than following. It is. Preparation for teaching requires more time than I thought. As I write this I have just realized I completely forgot to do a cool down. For shame! Ack.

To prepare I wrote my plan down on paper. So I could see it without my reading glasses, I printed it with like a 28 point font. 'Tis a pity my eyes are so bad. Extremely annoying. I taught them how to develop graceful hands for their snake arms, how to do hip bumps and speed them up to a shimmy and then walk with it. That's called a walking shimmy. And lastly, camels, which are actually undulations. It went well and I'm so glad and relieved. I had a talented teacher in California or I'd never have been able to do it.

My boombox had a buzzing sound in it. The sound was great, great, great!, except for there seemed to be a loose speaker inside of it. I was incredibly disappointed. I phoned and got all the info to do an exchange. I want it real bad but if the second one is bum then that's that. I'll go to WalMart and get a $35.00 portable iPod player and cry in my soup. I wrote down the serial number just in case they try to send me the same one. Just in case. Yep.

I'm duperly looking forward to going to Albuquerque tomorrow for the Christians United for Israel meeting. It's about an hour from here and for only five bucks I'm going on the church bus with the churchity-church people. I wonder who I'll sit by. I wonder who's going. Wow, I hope it's awesome. How can it not be awesome. Whatever happens it's imperative we be on the right side of Israel. Balaam said, "I cannot curse what God has blessed." No sirree. Nobody can.

But seriously, what am I going to wear. I think I'm going to wear an ankle length, 3-tiered, black skirt and a white tunic with black embroidery and my stompalicious Doc Marten boots with cute socks. If they teach any simple dances I'm gonna run down there, or up there, or where ever they are, and join. When I went to the Messianic Synagogue in San Diego the dancers dressed modestly. They didn't even wear tight t-shirts. That's why I'm wearing that loose tunic. Not sure about my hair. Can't wear it down, too much trouble. Has to be comfy for the drive. Maybe that twisty like Kara wears or a single braid. I wear my Ficcare so much so I don't want to wear that.

Eeep

I went to bed thinking of graham crackers and milk and how nicely they would fill up my tummy. I told myself no carbo loading because I want a nice flat tum tomorrow. Then I woke up and it was not morning but the middle of the night. I ate graham crackers and milk. Then, as my son would say, I heaved a gusty sigh. (I think he read that in a book somewhere.) My willpower is nil.

But I was huuuuungry!

Kindness

I used to think that the ladies on the Christian boards went so overboard with the courtesy. It seemed so fake. To me, the verbal kindness when there was even a minute possibility of hurting someone else's feelings was so girly and artificial. Sometimes it went on to such length that it was like a ping-pong game.

But over time I got to know the women. Over time I have read hotly debated topics and I have witnessed women who have thoughtfully articulated opposing views very strongly and at the end they politely, courteously, and with humility, gave the other woman space. It used to blow me away. It is rather an art, isn't it, which requires practice. I try to follow suit now. Respect. And kindness. They help a community maintain a bond. Without them you have every other discussion board on the Web.

I'm so sensitive, I get my feelings hurt for other people. Haha!

I don't like meanness. Apologies are good though. If they're direct and humble.

Tomorrow my new boombox arrives via U.P.S. It should be at the Visitor's Center about noon. I hope it sounds good. I hope it's not a lemon. I hope it's got good bass.

I did my toenails purple with purple and magenta glitter on top. My husband said, "Pretty toes."

The day got away from me

Where did today go? I didn't do much. We did school. We had a camper come by to report he saw a wolf and claimed he got a good, long, look at it through his binoculars. Well now, a wolf sighting here would be quite remarkable. We've got coyotes, yes, but no reports of wolves. Might I add, yesterday when my husband was doing his rounds this same camper asked what kind of animal was it that had the great, big, tall, ears. It was a jackrabbit. I have to say, bless his heart, such a nice fella he was, but if he doesn't know what a jackrabbit is, can I trust he saw a wolf? And this wolf, he told us excitedly, was this tall, and he motioned practically to chest level. Lemme tell ya, that be one, big, canine roaming the New Mexico desert!

I'm reading a book. Yes, an actual, real, paper book made from a tree and not shining off my computer screen. I'm reading The Secret Garden. Super good so far. I'm half done.

I woke and first thing that popped into my mind this morning after, "Lord, how will you use me today?" was Judy. She's a camper, a full-timer, next to us. I'm guessing she's in her 60's, kind of a salty gal, says what she thinks, used to be a sixth grade teacher in New York. My heart ached for her. I don't know what happened exactly on account of she's a very private person, but her nice, beautiful, 30 foot class C (that's the kind that's a van in the front and living space in back) rig is gone and she's moved into a truck with a camper shell. It's she and her dog. She's got a nice little dog. I feel so sad because she has hardly enough space to turn around in and I thought of her waking up in there this morning and how she must feel. I don't know how she feels. She doesn't seem to be the type to dwell on feelings. That sort of thing is a bit of a pointless luxury in life, isn't it. Yes, I think so. But I feel bad for her and for whatever happened in her finances. There, but for the grace of God, go I. Go we.

So last night I took her a bowl of homemade chicken soup I had just finished making (it turned out well) and some sourdough bread. I think she really liked it. But chicken soup doesn't fix everything. I wish that it could.

I am content

I have a sense of overall well-being. Was there something in my chili today? I don't know! But my husband does make delicious chili.

The weather is cold tonight. I'm wearing one of my new SockDreams socks but I had to push them all the way down to my ankles because they felt too tight after a couple hours. Hmmm. When I wash them they will shrink if this is the woolen pair. I hope the others don't squeeze my legs. What's up with that? My legs aren't even that big either. Are women supposed to have skinny minnie thighs? I think not. The pair with the flames fit well. I wore them all night. But one of them did leave a ridge above my knee so I think I won't wear them all night anymore. I was just so pleased with them that I didn't want to take them off. Daytime wear is long enough though.

Well, I have to go to bed very soon because church is tomorrow. We have to be there at the crack of 10:00am.

To you I have this to say. Have a splendid Sunday all day and may the Lord bless you abundantly.

Oh. I have one more thing to add. We ordered two movies from Amazon.com. Do you remember these? One is The Ten Commandments with Charlton Heston, made in 1956, and the other is Clash of the Titans. We are watching Fiddler on the Roof for the second time. Such a good movie! But aren't those two older ones so awesomely memorable? I'm thinking about Moses a lot, and then in literature our son is studying the Greek myths and we just read about the hero, Perseus. I thought of Medusa getting her head chopped off and that old movie was came up in my mind instantaneously. I had to find it. Sigh. Those were the days. Okay. I hafta go to bed.

Lately

I've been thinking about American Sign Language and worship dance. I found a fantastic site - the American Sign Language Browser - that describes and shows hand signs. It's great fun. And I also found an article about praise dance in Pentecostal churches that I found fascinating. How I wish I could go to her classes.

The lady that I'm assisting, or signed up to be an assistant to, had a big headache today so we didn't do the hand motion dance to the song I Can Only Imagine that she invited me to work on with her. I think I know it now anyways, so next week I'll show her. It's a fun little worship dance. She calls it a dance but actually there's not a lot of body movement. It's all hands, arms, and a turn, and falling to our knees, and getting back up. What kind of cracks me up is, I offered to help her and last week she told me she's getting surgery so if we do it I will be the one to guide the youngsters in a performance. Whaaaat? Now tell me, what kind of assisting is that? Sounds to me just like I'll be doing it without her. Haha! Oh help me, please. Sigh. Well, I'm up for it, whatever comes of it.

I'm still working on my big memorization project. Here's how far I am:

The Bible says
He's the King of the Jews
He's the King of Israel
He's the King of Righteousness
He's the King of the Ages
He's the King of Heaven
He's the King of Glory
He's the King of Kings
And He's Lord of Lords

That's My King! Do you know him?

David says
The heavens declare the glory of God
And the firmament showeth His handiwork
No means of measure can define his limitless love
No far seeing telescope can bring into visibility the coastline of His shoreless supply
No barriers and hinder Him from pouring out His blessing

He's enduringly strong
He's entirely sincere
He's eternally steadfast

That's how much I know so far. Pretty good, huh? I'm very impressed with myself and I'm not even 1/4 the way through. Haha! Oh dear. And my child can say it faster than I can and it makes me want to bonk him on the head.

Last Wednesday at belly dance class my teacher said she only sang in the shower and I said, "Aw, c'mon, sing something." And she did! And the acoustics in the senior center complemented her voice. So then she told me to sing. Bah, I don't even know the words to any songs, I told her. Then I remembered my memorization job! I said, "I will tell you my memorization project." And guess what. I did. And I did fairly well. Only thing was I stopped breathing and had to squeeze out my last sentence. One really needs to breath in and out when one is speaking. Anyways, I was somewhat pleased because she told me it was really good. She was being nice, but still.

Israel

There's a headline at the Jerusalem Post today that says, Barak: All options open regarding Iran. Well, he did say as much throughout his campaign so that's no surprise. But with Bush in office Israel wouldn't do anything without checking with the U.S. first. With Obama in, I don't think they'll bother. If they want to take out Iran's nuclear weapon sites, they'll do it. Obama is unwittingly going to cause WWIII or a nuclear holocaust and then no amount of eloquent oratory will matter. He's such a windbag.

The media reports that all the world is happy to have an Obama president. I believe it. I think the U.S. is moving closer to being like all the rest world.

Last night I wrote a friend of mine and asked her what she thought about the Christians United For Israel group because I'm going to their meeting on the 13th. When I read her reply out loud to my husband he sat in his chair and roared with laughter. It's the only laugh I've heard from him for two whole days! My friend advised me, Go ahead and go, just listen to your gut feeling, and if they say G-d d*mn America, don't keep going for 20 years. Bwa-hahahahaha! Sublime.

Yesterday I received my new socks in the mail, six pair, over the knee, for winter, and every single pair is cute and fits me. I'm happy.

On Wednesdsay my Altec Lansing portable speaker unit for my iPod is scheduled for delivery. They are speakers, plural, but one unit, singular. I hope they sound good. I'm a semi-audiophile and oh how I miss our big speakers from home. My husband didn't want to bust loose with a couple hundred bucks for these but I explained (read that as "begged") that I wanted something with quality sound. I want bass. I need bass. I must have some bass. Portable speakers can never match anything you could get in a home sound system, but this might be as good as I can get and still be portable. Bose has something small, a hundred dollars more, but what they call portable is really not easily portable, so I crossed them off my list.

On Wednesday I'm teaching the belly dance class because our teacher will be out of town. That's why I need my own portable speakers too.

Ofra Haza

Today my teacher shared a CD with me. On it is a song by an artist named Ofra Haza. She died in 2000 at only 42 years old. She was a vastly popular Israeli singer who started out doing folk songs and also did pop. She came from a very poor family and was much loved by her country. She was multilingual.

It took me two hours of research to find the English words to this song. She's singing in Hebrew and I found the words all over the Web in Hebrew. That didn't help me at all! The words are from the Old Testament from Song of Solomon, 8:6-7. The music CD has better sound and is more beautiful because it has a little bit of echo. The video's not bad though. You can feel her music. It's an a capella which means voice only, no instruments. I had to look up "a capella" also.

I'm going on the 13th, probably, to a meeting of an organization called Christians United for Israel. Not that that has anything to do with this, but it popped into my head just now and I think I have not mentioned it.

Okay, here's the vid. Take your mind off things for a minute, step outside yourself and listen. It's only three minutes.

Set me as a seal upon thy heart,
as a seal upon thine arm;
for love is strong as death,
jealousy is cruel as the grave;
the flashes thereof are flashes of fire,
a very flame of the LORD.
Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can the floods drown it;
if a man would give all the substance of his house for love,
he would utterly be condemned.

Why did I do all those sit-ups!

I remember when Jackie Onassis died. She was such a dedicated mom and she delighted in grandmotherhood. When she got cancer (she was only 64) I read an article about her in a glossy magazine where she said, "Why did I do all those sit-ups?" It made me laugh out loud. It was so genuine and was such a silly thing. Exactly the sort of thing I may have thought of if I was her. The sit-ups kept her beautiful, vibrant, in excellent shape. Why did Jackie do all those sit-ups? Because she was driven to. Because she couldn't stop.

Like Jackie did her sit-ups, I do my praying, and I've experienced an epiphany this week. It's as if I've been dog paddling in prayer all these years and suddenly I'm gliding through glassy waters doing a beautiful side stroke! You might think dog paddle prayers are lame but they're not. With the dog paddle prayer you can pray very far, for a very long time. It's easy. Anyone can do it. It can be a life saving prayer and swimming stroke.

I travailed in it for years, entirely satisfied. But now! I can pray out loud for a full 30 minutes. I've done it this week. I practiced it at church and accomplished it with the infilling of the Holy Spirit. I can quote verses from my Bible from memory too. They come to my mind now. Get out of town, you say. No, really! As a quiet woman, I am happy I can do more than silent or only memorized prayer. Moses complained to God that he wasn't qualified to lead the children of Israel out of Egypt because he was slow of tongue and slow of thought, but Jehovah boomed, "Who hath made man's mouth? Have not I, the Lord, made man's mouth?" Well, I suppose He did.

Praying for lost souls, revival, and the election this past week I feel I've gotten the absolutely wrong reply that I sought from the Lord, yet personally my prayer life has grown exponentially. That's something! It's huge, for me anyway. The Lord is more far seeing than I am. He has a plan. We know this. So I will continue to pray knowing the answer is always going to be one of three: Yes, No, or Not Now. I am driven to pray. I cannot stop.

I have a short video I made. It's how I'm thinking today. As my little sister put it so succinctly this morning, Welp, I guess we shall see how Obama proceeds to jack everything up now. Hopefully it won't be too bad.

Fireworks

One of the rangers asked my husband this morning if there were any fireworks in our loop last night. Fireworks aren't allowed in the park.

My husband told the ranger, "Nah, the only fireworks in our loop was Liliana having a drink and crying all night."

Husbands. Why I oughta!

Liliana is not happy

I suppose the Senate will have its hands full for the next four years. I'm still waiting to hear whether Proposition 8 to ban same-sex marriage in California has passed. Looks like it might. That'll be a bright spot for today at least.

Maybe Sarah in four years.

My husband has been super quiet all day. I thought he was mad at me but he's not.

I'm sure Obama will say anything he can't fix is Bush's fault and Obama won't take responsibility for anything. They never have. And if anyone could ever buy a presidency, Obama has. They've got to look into that. Where did all his money come from?

Think I'll go lie down and have a good cry. I'm stunned. The densely populated regions wiped McCain out in the electoral college.

Well, life goes on, eh?

See you on the flip-side.

(Note: I was gonna go have a lil' cry and be done with it, but I don't feel like it now. Now I feel disgusted! Maybe I'm going to go through Kübler-Ross' Five Stages of Grief.)

Liliana is chill

We're starting hsing in a few minutes. I'm going to keep my nose off the news sites for the day. I'm chill. Waiting. Won't sit idle. I'll be praying, reading my Bible (mainly about Moses and the children of Israel today). I'm excited in my bones. My husband isn't excited at all. He's out cleaning camp sites right now.

A whole family of raccoons, four of them, ran across the road in front of me on my way home from church last night. Raccoons are so cute. They're smart too.

Today is very windy.

I wish I was in Wasilla, Alaska today!

Make sure yer gun is clean

If Obama loses

make sure yer gun is clean

and your ammo dry!

A buncha new socks

I ordered about five or six pairs of over the knee socks for winter. They're going to go with my black Doc Marten boots. They haven't mailed them to me yet. If you like cute sockies look at these.

Here's one pair I bought at Sock Dreams.

Pre-election prayer day set

They're expecting up to 70,000 in the stadium at Qualcomm Stadium (was called Murphy's Stadium when I was young) in my hometown tomorrow for fasting and prayer. California has Proposition 8 on the ballot to ban h*m*s*x**l marriage in the state. My friend's pastor isn't performing any marriage ceremonies at all, and many other pastors he knows are not doing them in California because they're afraid they could face legal action for refusing to marry h*m*s*x**ls. Also, if g*y marriage is not repealed many people are afraid teachers will have to teach it in schools, but no one knows for sure.

http://www.signonsandiego.com/news/metro/20081030-9999-1m30call.html

I'm going to fast with them tomorrow from 10am to 10pm. I'm going to drink liquids only. I won't go all the way to 10pm if I can't hack it though.

What is the world coming to?

Last night my child told me I need to work on my self-esteem. Whaaat? Where in the world did he hear that? I'm nearly 50 years old and I need this from the child of my own womb?

After prayer last night I stayed and listened to the choir do their practice and they sang two of my favorite songs, two of the few that I actually know 90% of the lyrics. I walked out of the sanctuary to the drinking fountain and as I was about to push the double doors I hear Pastor call out from stage in between songs, "Liliana, do you want to sing with the choir?" I nodded "no thank you." One, I didn't know he knew my name, and two, I can't sing. He's seen me sing. That doesn't mean I can sing. I can belt it out is all. I don't sound like Helen. Oh that Helen. Her voice is so pretty, transcendent, it takes me to another place. And that's what I said to my family at home. I can't sing and I sure don't sound like Helen. That's when youngest son popped up with his little pearl of wisdom.

I guess it could go on my headstone, "Here lies Lil, poor thing never did find self-esteem."

This really makes me mad.

A day

Magnify your wonderful name, Lord!

It's a good day today. Finally, this day, I have finished reading Deuteronomy. I was the least dedicated to reading this book than the first four and so it took me the longest. It seems to me that Moses wrote a book of review for everything Jehovah and the Hebrews did in the other books. I have now completed the first five books of the Old Testament, known as the Torah in Judaism. Next I'll be reading Joshua. I know zip, absolutely nothing, about Joshua. I'm happy to be starting a new book. I've been doing daily devotion pretty well but I must start a clean slate with my Bible reading.

We finished hsing an hour early. Tomorrow is his history test. Yesterday he aced his grammar test. He got a C on science today and we went over it and realized it could have been a nice B had he read the questions thoroughly. Boys.

Let the spirit of the Lord blow across America and I pray for revival and restoration for the USA as a Christian nation. Blessed be the name of the Lord, the one and only Living God. Give us victory over those who seek to destroy the foundation established by our founding fathers. Let the enemy be confounded in the name of Jesus. Deliver us from evil. God, bless America with revival. Forgive us as a nation for turning from Your Word. We are desperate for you. We love you and we worship you. You say we have not because we ask not. We're asking Lord! We're asking! And we ask it in the name of your precious son, Jesus. Amen. (Amen means "so be it.")

Magnify your holy name, dear Lord. How great is our God!

:)

Did you hear me catch me breath? I had to slow my heart down. I didn't know I could click on the Followers words link. I didn't know what it meant exactly and I thought it was anonymous. I clicked it and then I saw two Followers and I can even add them to my sidebar, so I did. I love Blogspot.

I am happy.

Two is a very good number. Two of the prettiest women I know, inside and out.

Gavorka

I have the gavorka. That's when you have a special something; you can't put your finger on it, but it's there. I wonder if I'll have it tomorrow. I don't know if one can retain the gavorka (aka kavorka) for three days in a row.

Our church is praying fervently for America and for the election every night between now and Tuesday. I'm starting to pray out loud some too. Purty good, yep. It's a slow process but I'm making progress.

I tried to download free software to edit my .wav files tonight but Vista is giving me problems. It won't let me download anything, not even a font. Quite. Irritating.

And I wore my hair in an imitation crown braid. It looks fairly good but I started one single braid on the side of my head so the two sides don't look identical. I might work on it to see what I can do differently.

My husband barbecued salmon tonight. He turned to hand me the plate and one of the two pieces of fish slid off the plate and onto the ground, that is, in the sand. Irretrievable. And guess what. He didn't say any bad words! Woohoo! Shocking, I know. Perhaps I am having an effect upon him. We can hope.

He called me religious today and we got in a fight because I said I am not. Not really a fight, but I did say RAWR! What happened was, he asked me what time it was. If our son's not here I always say "Half past a *********** and a quarter to his *****." And if you don't know that saying you're too young, but I don't say the bad words because my husband already knows the saying. He was sitting in his chair and the clock is all of three feet away from him. All he had to do was turn his head. I'm not kidding.

He said if I think the words it's just as bad as saying them. I said no way! Thinking something and doing it is two different things. For example, if you see twenty bucks sitting on the coffee table in someone's home and you think of taking it, it's not the same as thinking about taking it, putting in your pocket, and stealing it. Well, shoot. He's trying to annoy me. He's trying to lay his Catholic baggage on me because he told me he was taught that if you think it it's just as bad as doing it. If that's true then everyone needs to stay in bed, never get up, and repent 24/7. Isn't that a bit of overkill?

I'm still working on my memorization project. I've been stuck three days on "No means of measure can define his limitless love." I can't seem to get it from my brain to my mouth. It's scrambled eggs.

RCA Digital Voice Recorder

I bought one today for about $35.00. I've been wanting to record my pastor's sermons so I can listen to them more than once and also to review the sections where I could not write fast enough.

It took me 30 minutes to edit tonight's prayer meeting audio (I took out a lot of hallelujahs and stuff) then it took me another half hour to figure out how to convert it to .wmv so I could import it into iTunes. I'm gonna synchronize my iPod right after I write this and go to bed and listen to it! I edited it in Windows Movie Maker which was a mistake. I'll have to check the software that came with it to see if I can edit it there so I don't have to do so much converting. It's such a fun little new toy! I was going to get a regular recorder like I had in college eons ago but this one was only five bucks more and I can download the sound files to my computer. Cool, huh? And it comes with its own USB connector. Isn't that nice? I really need another USB port connector in the trailer. Not. It operates on two AAA batteries, is lightweight and small, and at high quality will store 18 hours of yapping. Most excellent techie toy I say. At standard quality you can store 140 hours of yapping!

We prayed for our country and the election tonight at church. About 15 people attended and there was a lot of loud praying going on. Our son went with me and I was proud of him. He was the only child prayer there and he didn't just sit and keep his seat warm. I wonder if he'll go again. I didn't invite him, he asked to go. I hope he will take up my praying where I leave off when I die, er, expire. We've only spotted a couple Obama signs in town so I guess the Obama people are all in Northern New Mexico. We are praying for God to work in a supernatural way at the polls.

Our computer connection has been poor all day, waiting and waiting for a single page to load, and it's still slow tonight. I couldn't even get online till noon.

I called my sister and chatted for a few minutes today. She said we need to talk more often. She said it real matter-of-fact as if she was the older sister. She's not the older sister, I am. She's a little sister.

My husband bought me a new electric blanket. Sunbeam makes kind of junky products. This is the second blanket I've had that stopped getting hot enough. I put it on high and it's barely warm. I tried to get a refund at Wal-Mart but no luck. I had the receipt too! It's one year old almost to the day. It has a five year warranty but it's a limited warranty. See that little, old, word "limited" is the fly in the ointment. I asked for a manager and he too told me that I'd have to return it to the manufacturer. He said Wal-Mart's refund policy is only for the first 90 days. That's a pain in my patoot.

I wanna say hi to MaeDean.

Hi MaeDean whom I met in Wyoming. :)

Sounds like socialism

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iivL4c_3pck

Barack Obama on Chicago Public Radio WBEZ-FM, 2001: One of the tragedies of the civil rights movement was, um, because the civil rights movement became so court focused I think there was a tendency to lose track of the political and community organizing and activities on the ground that are able to put together the actual coalition of powers through which you bring about redistributive change

An eye-opener!

A good sighting

During dinner we saw a bobcat across the street! He was sitting just as pretty as can be. I ran and got my camera but he was gone. Wow. I wish I'd have gotten a shot of that. I would have been the most popular photographer in the park! I could have been in a magazine! Oh well.

I'm still doing my memorization job. This is day three. I'm down to "No means of measure can define His limitless love." Only, when I said it tonight I forgot that last line and my son remembered it. He's a good boy but he makes me mad when he remembers without even trying. Little squirt.

Every night tonight at 7:00pm I'm goin' to church to pray for America. There are at least two other churches in town that are doing the same.

My notes from evening:

Taxation is a form of economic slavery.

Marxism-->Communism-->Socialism

Communism is forced by the government. Socialism is when you can deceive people into voting for it.

1Samuel 8

Take the frog in the kettle fable. If you toss Mr. Frog into hot water he'll jump right out. But if you set him gently in a pot in tepid water and warm it up incrementally he won't sense the increase in heat. He'll boil to death and never know it.

Church=Eclesia=assembly of believers

The true Body of Christ is not a building. It's us, the peeps, who are the Body of Christ.

God still deals with nations in a covenant relationship. America, founded by Christians, is like a spiritual Israel, grafted in as the Church of Jesus Christ. When we begin to reject God don't be surprised when God begins to reject us. The nation that forgets God will be cast into hell.

Cast votes for city, county, state, House, Senate, Office of President, in alignment with the Bible.

I'm memorizing

I gave myself a job. A memorizing job. I've taken it upon myself to memorize the words to S.M. Lockridge's That's My King! This is how much I have memorized so far:

The Bible says
He's the King of the Jews.
He's the King of Israel.
He's the King of Righteousness.
He's the King of the Ages.
He's the King of Heaven.
He's the King of Glory.
He's the King of Kings.
And He is the Lord of Lords.
Now that's my King!

I have a little bit more to learn:

David says
The Heavens declare the glory of God
And the firmament showeth His handiwork
No means of measure can define His limitless love
No far seeing telescope can bring into visibility the coastline of His shoreless supply
No barriers can hinder Him from pouring out His blessing

He’s enduringly strong
He’s entirely sincere
He’s eternally steadfast
He’s immortally graceful
He’s imperially powerful
He’s impartially merciful

That’s my King!
He’s God’s Son
He’s the sinners’ Saviour
He’s the centrepiece of civilisation
He stands alone in Himself
He’s august
He’s unique
He’s unparalleled
He’s unprecedented
He’s supreme
He’s pre-eminent
He’s the loftiest idea in literature
He’s the highest personality in philosophy
He’s the supreme problem in higher criticism
He’s the fundamental doctrine in true theology
He’s the cardinal necessity of spiritual religion

That’s my King!
He’s the miracle of the age
He’s the superlative of everything good that you choose to call Him
He’s the only one able to supply all of our needs simultaneously
He supplies strength for the weak
He’s available for the tempted and the tried
He sympathises and He saves
He guards and He guides
He heals the sick
He cleansed the lepers
He forgives sinners
He discharges debtors
He delivers the captives
He defends the feeble
He blesses the young
He serves the unfortunate
He regards the aged
He rewards the diligent
And He beautifies the meek

Do you know Him?
My King is the key of knowledge
He’s the wellspring of wisdom
He’s the doorway of deliverance
He’s the pathway of peace
He’s the roadway of righteousness
He’s the highway of holiness
He’s the gateway of glory
He’s the master of the mighty
He’s the captain of the conquerors
He’s the head of the heroes
He’s the leader of the legislators
He’s the overseer of the overcomers
He’s the governor of governors
He’s the prince of princes
He’s the King of Kings
And He’s the Lord of Lords

That’s my King
That’s my King!
My King
His office is manifold
His promise is sure
His life is matchless
His goodness is limitless
His mercy is everlasting
His love never changes
His word is enough
His grace is sufficient
His reign is righteous
His yoke is easy
and His burden is light
I wish I could describe Him to you
He’s indescribable
He’s indescribable
He’s incomprehensible
He’s invincible
He’s irresistible
I’m trying to tell you
The heaven of heavens cannot contain Him
Let alone a man explain Him
You can’t get Him out of your mind
You can’t get Him off of your hands
You can’t outlive Him
And you can’t live without Him
The Pharisees couldn’t stand Him
but they found out they couldn’t stop Him
Pilate couldn’t find any fault in Him
The witnesses couldn’t get their testimonies to agree
And Herod couldn’t kill Him
Death couldn’t handle Him
And the grave couldn’t hold Him

That’s my King!
He always has been
And He always will be
I’m talking about
He had no predecessor
and He’ll have no successor
There was nobody before Him
and there’ll be nobody after Him
You can’t impeach Him
and He’s not going to resign

That’s my King!
Praise the Lord
That’s my King
Thine is the Kingdom
And the power
And the glory
The glory is all His
Thine is the Kingdom
And the power
And the glory
For ever
And ever
And ever
And when you get through with all of the forevers
Then
Amen

Think I can do it?

Friday!

I taught from 10am to 3pm then took a nappie (as in a sleep, not a diaper). My husband bought me a super good little light for reading at night. Now I don't have to reach up real high to turn it off before I go to sleep.

Uh oh. He's setting the dinner table on top of my keyboard. I will think of some stuff to write later.