tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46959468496444530832024-03-05T05:48:31.295-06:00Amazing GraceGingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.comBlogger202125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-48960791203844937872011-08-28T07:58:00.002-05:002011-08-28T08:05:38.022-05:00Reminding Myself of Past LessonsToday I am having to reread posts to remind myself of past lessons. I need to remember how the Gospel speaks to these issues and try my darnedest to apply them...without mumbling. I am trusting in His promises today and trusting that He works all things for good.
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<br />This too shall pass, but not before it causes me to grow...Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-15366139971172056682011-07-22T09:19:00.000-05:002011-07-22T09:19:35.727-05:00Extremists want UK towns to become Islamic states<a href="http://www.christian.org.uk/news/extremists-want-uk-towns-to-become-islamic-states/">Extremists want UK towns to become Islamic states</a><br /><br />Read this article and be praying for the UK, its leaders and the residents of these towns!Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-50213811120021085012011-07-08T06:26:00.003-05:002011-07-08T06:36:54.884-05:00Norley LodgeThere is a house just down from us called Norley Lodge. Its a little out of place on our street with a gate, camera and speaker. It is a huge curiosity to me, because it doesn't look extremely old and grand. There is a car there, but I never see a resident come out. There are ALWAYS one or two workers there, repairing things or gardening, and a permanent dumpster with tree clippings in the front. A work truck going in or out of the gate. Occasionally, the alarm will sound. Sometimes there is a light coming from the upstairs window. So, I try to imagine who lives there. Is it a wealthy invalid? A hermit? No one, they are just working on it? Unlikely, since I've been here over 7 months. Probably nothing that interesting in reality, but it is still fun to imagine as I pass it each day...Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-20738559679374754322011-06-28T08:33:00.005-05:002011-07-08T06:26:04.505-05:00Still Stripping AwayJust when I thought I was getting a little bare, God finds more to strip away! The stripping away of my sinful self, my culture and what's ingrained in me, my comforts so I can trust only in Him. Wow. <br /><br />We have been doing a bible study about what else- grace & the Gospel and how to apply it to our lives. Last week was on constructive and destructive conflicts and forgiveness. This week was on loving people, ahem, especially those you just don't like. These two studies have been good for me because as luck would have it, this is what I am being faced with at the moment. Dealing with conflict or loving others in your own culture is one thing, you know how to deal with it or avoid it if its too hard. You slide under the radar with most cases and it goes away. But dealing with those in another culture, its a bit trickier. And ignoring them and/or their sin is not loving them, is it? <br /><br />I realized today how its been instilled in me that you avoid conflict at all cost. If someone bothers you, get away from them. That way, you don't have to be rude and it removes the problem, right? I don't talk about how you've wronged me to anyone, usually, because I don't even get that invested. I am a person who will dismiss you in a heartbeat if you rub me the wrong way, and because of that I don't get emotionally attached to people. That way, I expect them to do something stupid and I'm not disappointed. <br /><br />That is wrong. I must strip away that part of me, that protective, impatient, ungracious part. We are called to love people-our friends and our enemies. And love is patient, kind, isn't prideful, not boastful, etc, etc... I should expect good things from people, knowing that they will potentially fail me, and have grace for them when that happens. Seek to redeem that relationship, not banish them from my presence. But how do you do this after 32 years of doing it the other way? Only by the Holy Spirit and having full confidence that if He has brought this to my attention, not only does He love me, but He will also follow it to completion. He must change my heart, give me love, patience, grace- all that is needed. After all, He had to have all those things to love me!<br /><br /><br />43 “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ 44 But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, 45 that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. 46 If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? 47 And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? 48 Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect. <br />Matthew 5:43-48Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-42572576418386161652011-05-20T06:25:00.003-05:002011-05-20T06:33:12.588-05:00Wanted: Good FriendsMy heart is broken after talking to Cully this morning. He has a cold and stayed home from school, so I planned to cancel the Friday Night ladies thing at my house. When I told him, he looked so sad but said ok. I asked what was wrong and he said " I love Friday nights. Those women are like my friends, the only friends I have that come to my house. We play games and I love it!" <br /><br />So, needless to say, I am not canceling! I just gave him a hug and held back tears because I want my children to have good friends here. I hate to see them lonely. They are so friendly and love to be around other people! Please pray with me that we will meet a family with children that can come over and play! We all need good friends.Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-62007947080644848382011-05-11T16:39:00.001-05:002011-05-13T18:45:43.878-05:00Too Close For ComfortWhat do you do when you are stressed or trying to get your mind off something? Well, I bake. Its not good for the waistline, but its what I do. In the last week, I have gone through a big bag of flour, sugar and a tub of margarine! This speaks volumes! Well, this is a coping mechanism that's not great. I should run straight to my Father when I hurt or worry.<br /><br />Trace and I are reading the book A Place of Weakness by Michael Horton. This one part hit me and I was able to more clearly see how I was feeling. During struggles, some people feel God is far away. I've gotten to a place where God feels <span style="font-style:italic;">too</span> close. I know in my head that God uses struggles to grow you, strengthen you, to see His love and grace because let's face it, we don't see God in prosperity. We like to think that we will praise Him when good things happen and we might say thanks, but then we are distracted by the object and forget God. We seek God when we are in trouble. But for me, with so much happening these few months, this last blow seemed too much to bare. God was too close and I had to face Him... and trust Him. But I was afraid of what was around the corner, as if all this was a precursor to something even worse. I was flinching. I didn't want to feel this way because its not what I believe, its not where I live, and it certainly isn't something I've felt before. <br /><br /> This is where the rubber meets the road. Do I believe what I say I believe? Is Jesus enough? If I trust Him with my eternity, I must trust Him now. If I can look a sister in the eye after her world has been shaken and, with complete confidence, tell her God loves her and He will take care of her-I must believe the same for myself. <br /><br /> <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">2 Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3 because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. 4 Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2-4<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span><br /></span>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-36263109093037516422011-05-08T16:29:00.003-05:002011-05-08T16:48:33.258-05:00"Home"I had a great thought when I was walking the other day: This place no longer feels foreign to me! When you're in a foreign place it feels, smells and sounds different. I knew everyday, all day long that I was in a foreign country until now, 5 months in, and I'm glad its starting to feel like "home". I type it "home" because I know its not, I still feel like an outsider and still not 100% sure what people are saying but I do feel more comfortable here. I have a routine and I recognize people in the village and say hello. Our house mostly has our smell. <br /><br />These last five months have been the hardest of my life. I didn't think a life in missions would be paradise, but its getting a bit ridiculous! Every time I stand up, I just get knocked down, but I know Who's catching me. And He has a purpose for everything. That's what i've learned from support raising and my first few months on the field. Life is hard, it stinks actually. I am not really optimistic for the future, except I long for Heaven. That sounds a little harsh, so don't misunderstand me. I have joy in Christ and I have hope knowing this crazy, broken world isn't my home. And I want others here to experience Christ and ride this journey with us!Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-88286523921135241542011-05-05T15:41:00.001-05:002011-05-05T15:41:59.045-05:00When I Don't BelieveI feel afraid today. I've come to the conclusion that I'm afraid of life. I'm constantly afraid for my children, how this society will effect them, how I parent. I'm anxious about how my children will grow up, what will they think about Christianity? Are they seeing examples of authenic Christianity or legalism and rules? God is the perfect parent and He deals with me gently. Why do I want to lower the boom on others and not follow His gracious example? <br /><br /> I hate money, because when I don't have it I'm afraid I'll need it and when I do have it I'm afraid I'll mishandle it. I hate the thought of paying bills, saving for the future. Not because God hasn't given me what I need to do those things, but I the fear that one day I will lose them and have to look back and say "I should've done this" or "I should have enjoyed that more." I look to it to be my security, not a means to do ministry.<br /><br />As I came upstairs to read and pray, to preach te gospel to myself again today, to remind myself of God's promises, I hear a John Piper sermon coming from Trace's office. ( I'll let you watch it because John Piper can always say things better than I can!) But not only do I not believe God will take care of me and my family, I also forget that He is going to give my children His Spirit. Just like I couldn't do it for myself, I can't do it for them. Just like I can't hold on to money and let it be my security. God is my security and He gives me money to use for ministry. Ouch. Oh, how my idols are so clearly seen...<br /><br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oBJzUnxiKwA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-85027654412619021392011-01-29T16:15:00.004-06:002011-01-29T16:53:16.677-06:00ChesterSaturdays are reserved for family and we usually spend it venturing out to see and enjoy this beautiful country! Today we went to Chester, which is about 40 minutes away from Culcheth. Trace and I have been a couple times before, but we knew the kiddos would like it too! We walked on Roman walls from 70 AD, played in a Roman Ampitheatre, went through a church founded in 689 and saw ruins! We also ate two "American" meals and browsed the Disney store! <br /><br />The craziest thing that happened was after taking 115 pictures of everything awesome, the memory card in my camera died! I was so bummed and we eventually found a Panasonic store to buy a new SD card. They said that my card couldn't withstand the low temperatures (it was freezing today!). So, I got a new card that is supposed to hold up in -20 degrees Celcius! The bad news is that ALL my pics from the morning were lost. The good news: my precious husband retraced our steps so I could retake photos at our favorite spots! The only thing we didn't do is go in St. John's Church again- founded in 689, still an active church! But, I can go back and take pics there again, since we live here! So, we got some good ones the second time around and here's a few...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwjoT-meTEeY3okPkU6-dz8nmhKjfi5UHoIcvlNi6VjyLn-S3PsFYUnVG1BDl6R24uj035swjVnlhYogpjzjBn6qTrfRnDddVUFVC4ihTbDBV1SmzOicas4FfyyO5thWo6i8e0yIcCRI/s1600/DSC_0020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwjoT-meTEeY3okPkU6-dz8nmhKjfi5UHoIcvlNi6VjyLn-S3PsFYUnVG1BDl6R24uj035swjVnlhYogpjzjBn6qTrfRnDddVUFVC4ihTbDBV1SmzOicas4FfyyO5thWo6i8e0yIcCRI/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567740859272398626" /></a><br />Along the Roman wall<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHJvNOVFXz6COs0G-yupgVAdo_52hajmxD3ExEvj_AWWwr7KwEZpGYbmjuAnZpOYc2aJ9qauaaxhzKqEDq1pQ2fvcMzcuBK_ACRRcHz8pFn7NG_0j7aoGmqGf9aO4ueMBY2HDCybd7Iw/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHJvNOVFXz6COs0G-yupgVAdo_52hajmxD3ExEvj_AWWwr7KwEZpGYbmjuAnZpOYc2aJ9qauaaxhzKqEDq1pQ2fvcMzcuBK_ACRRcHz8pFn7NG_0j7aoGmqGf9aO4ueMBY2HDCybd7Iw/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567740853623075986" /></a><br />Walking on the wall<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSASid56hI9l3mV23aEoPb4fVFDaoDGc-kbwW4h-7r1gPPDhPn9-WM4pMqmgB_3D2H6pRm_LocVQpO1X1T5W49il1t-rrNvNolnTcN1mv-dHjJEoKeejRh-JDnDiGJGLqTBhXivM8Bus/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSASid56hI9l3mV23aEoPb4fVFDaoDGc-kbwW4h-7r1gPPDhPn9-WM4pMqmgB_3D2H6pRm_LocVQpO1X1T5W49il1t-rrNvNolnTcN1mv-dHjJEoKeejRh-JDnDiGJGLqTBhXivM8Bus/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567740847832591138" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbk6Oh_T3b40_eGV_k1UW84l5UmMqWUAQ40DTssiBt45NAcItlA2ckkcxYmwMAIu7zX7o1tpQNuuAokIl1TWeczMVRj2gS_DBjO3cmNw9T7DSVqXgTi9KZLLeQoDPlAEWAqcFuQhdSYng/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbk6Oh_T3b40_eGV_k1UW84l5UmMqWUAQ40DTssiBt45NAcItlA2ckkcxYmwMAIu7zX7o1tpQNuuAokIl1TWeczMVRj2gS_DBjO3cmNw9T7DSVqXgTi9KZLLeQoDPlAEWAqcFuQhdSYng/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567739498720915922" /></a><br />Part of St. John Church, founded in 689 AD, in ruins. The other part is still an active church! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3U4mCIXfyjzgUismJTbAYF_XvYvd5pfLkpjVSg1altorKLy3jjlFBjdb0E6WWu5e47SXZ82xf8YwAyYI4Q4Q4oqPhlkrNGURDdYwOuAU8MnLq2sx-wamisEbaUWhPrZbZY70diHqRclc/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3U4mCIXfyjzgUismJTbAYF_XvYvd5pfLkpjVSg1altorKLy3jjlFBjdb0E6WWu5e47SXZ82xf8YwAyYI4Q4Q4oqPhlkrNGURDdYwOuAU8MnLq2sx-wamisEbaUWhPrZbZY70diHqRclc/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567739496201462834" /></a><br />Roman Amphitheatre<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQXvjKNCjLbrHPefCAmya-NH3VIMQHVMngm0-IteA7ePfifQEsKKjrBiNzEr0jFHdbmYA0Rs1orxVtkft1R9XB4q4CSteuIk43E7B7BdjGTuAhFnDIiwEGLlUih0mOuWIC86lkib0dHzw/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQXvjKNCjLbrHPefCAmya-NH3VIMQHVMngm0-IteA7ePfifQEsKKjrBiNzEr0jFHdbmYA0Rs1orxVtkft1R9XB4q4CSteuIk43E7B7BdjGTuAhFnDIiwEGLlUih0mOuWIC86lkib0dHzw/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567739490712447538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGoYealG_FLfBkb_MMnYEqTUe5LZTifDgyYclw0XAN5nc963dhMP4jTgLQoEqQYiHqKvqkaHNyAh0GIZUYNvYu0yXnw-LkQCiDof5Ii9MUEpehoECpy84nhQYHOmlli4mQEJ0bjz6B24/s1600/DSC_0015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGoYealG_FLfBkb_MMnYEqTUe5LZTifDgyYclw0XAN5nc963dhMP4jTgLQoEqQYiHqKvqkaHNyAh0GIZUYNvYu0yXnw-LkQCiDof5Ii9MUEpehoECpy84nhQYHOmlli4mQEJ0bjz6B24/s320/DSC_0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567739485145147202" /></a><br />The funny thing about this sign is that its outside an upscale home decor shop. We didn't go in to get our free miracles and healing...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeOyPzV-ZhTuh4CLM3fz8XKXiH0FkcR1cEq9EWhza-uBZmdQHWOmKAkJYDckCWH5Tr2hamOsBr9rdhsM8WokWsfXOHlTbBp7iPoa7BlgozQoYAO5d1WePauQngVy_UPam5p4qZ3qJnck/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeOyPzV-ZhTuh4CLM3fz8XKXiH0FkcR1cEq9EWhza-uBZmdQHWOmKAkJYDckCWH5Tr2hamOsBr9rdhsM8WokWsfXOHlTbBp7iPoa7BlgozQoYAO5d1WePauQngVy_UPam5p4qZ3qJnck/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567739478505194466" /></a><br />What a great quote on this building!Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-47099426388567814922011-01-27T05:05:00.006-06:002011-01-27T05:55:29.412-06:00I Love to Tell the Story...I am disturbed by the disconnect between parents and their children. There are subtle signs like little to no communication from the teachers about what the kids are learning. Only a homework sheet sent home once a week. <br /> Today I went in to ask when lunchtime was, so I could eat with Ansley and possibly Cullen too, if he wanted me to. The teacher looked at me like I was crazy! "Why would you want to do that?" she asked,with her head cocked to the side. " Is there something wrong?" <br />I just explained that Ansley had been asking if I could and that was a very normal occurrence at our old school. Also, some girls have been teasing Ansley and she wants me there. So, I gave up on eating lunch, but the teacher said she'd keep an eye out for kids picking on her. <br /><br />I wonder as I go to the school office to ask questions or speak to the teachers if this is unusual to them. Today I met with the assistant principal and she said they welcome parental involvement and its an open door policy, but I get the feeling it doesn't happen much. I am not trying to undermine the authority by asking questions, only find out as much as I can about what they are learning so I can make sure they are transitioning well and understanding. That's numero uno priority for me! <br /><br />There are also bold signs, like unruly children and frustrated parents. Its hard to see families (especially Christians) where the children know little or nothing of the Gospel. People who feel defeated by sin and keep an orphan mentality. So, the younger generation does not see the victory we have in Christ, the hope of the Gospel! They see the rules they are unable to follow and don't understand grace. They may have more of a connection with their friends than family, and what do their friends believe? When did people stop telling the story to the next generation? <br /> <span style="font-weight:bold;">"6And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. 7 You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise." Deut. 6:6-7<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br />I was thinking yesterday how our children are in the midst of the culture, even more than Trace and I. They are in the secular world most of the time, and without us there with them. So, what do we do, as parents of children being thrust into this almost Godless society? I pray like mad for them and talk to them as much as I can. I just have to trust that the Lord will guard their little hearts and minds. I will have to remember to always have the story to tell them...Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-1071331644580285602011-01-20T12:32:00.001-06:002011-01-20T12:32:28.992-06:00Ladies I've MetPray for Katherine. She is a newly-single mom with two children, one of which is in Ansley's class. I was introduced to her at school and now I see her everywhere I go. It only took a couple of times chatting before she opened up about her life. She had to leave her husband, home and all her belongings in a rush around Christmas time. She's moved to a new house, new town and having to start over with her two children. She brings her kids here because its a good school, but she takes the bus from a nearby town. The school principal contacted someone from our church, so maybe they could help her and GFC has been able to. She hasn't come to our church yet, but its good that we have a presence at school so folks think of us to help when its needed. <br /><br />Laura is my next door neighbor. I didn't meet her for several weeks after we moved in because, in good British fashion, she is very shy and reserved. She and her husband have an 8 yr old boy and a 5 yr old girl- just like our kiddos! Their daughter is actually in Ansley's class! Before school started we had only heard rumors kids lived there because we NEVER saw them! <br />One day after dance class, we walked home together and chatted as the kids talked and played and ran ahead. It was good. The next day, she waited to see if I wanted to walk with her. I thought that was HUGE! Last week, she let the kids play in our house and she came over later and had tea. We chatted for awhile. Its still awkward, sometimes we talk when we see each other, sometimes not. Soon, I plan to invite her to lunch or plan for the family to come over and eat. I pray that this will be great friendships for all of us!!Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-73683673553869612312011-01-19T14:59:00.004-06:002011-01-19T15:36:32.644-06:00Free Time, Ideas, and a Rabbit TrailIt is 8:45pm. My husband is out with friends, eating curry. My children are in bed. I am in bed. *sigh* A night to myself so I can read, blog, watch TV, whatever I want! I choose to get under the covers and get online. <br /><br />As I'm typing, there are so many things going through my head. Things I need to do, should have already done, things I'd like to do. Here's my list:<br /><br />* I think I will go workout in the morning, then head straight to the library for their book sale! <br />* I really need to pay a couple of bills. I should do that. Right after the book sale.<br />* I need to go turn off the mp3. Ansley fell asleep listening to Act of Congress and I can hear it still playing...<br />* I need to find curtains for our bedroom. I shall look online tonight. <br />* I must plan a meeting for Children's Ministry! Eek!<br />* Thank cards. Thank you cards. Thank you cards. Thank you cards. Thank you cards.<br />* I should finish the blog I started two weeks ago about two ladies I have met at school, Laura and Katherine. <br />* Friday morning is parents' coffee morning at the school. I forgot last time, wearing workput clothes, no shower, icky. I need to remember so I can shower and at least look like a normal person, so people would want to talk to me! <br /><br />Which makes me think about a little boy in Cullen's class. He asked Cullen the other day if he was a Christian. Cullen said yes and the little boy said he was too. I told Cully that he should make good friends with that boy, because there are probably few believers in his class or school for that matter! I thought that was so sweet! <br /><br />Today in RE class (that's Religious Education) Cullen got so upset because a child in his class said some very offensive things about Jesus. The teacher took Cullen out in the hall to calm him down, because he spoke up and was upset by what the child said. She explained to him that people have different beliefs and said next time he can share what he believes about Jesus. This should be interesting...<br /><br />Please pray for my family, my children, my husband, our ministry. Although we are adjusting well, its still hard and we are being tried and tested. We feel helpless to do what all needs to be done here, but have so much hope, because we know we are not doing it in our strength. Praise the Lord!Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-65044687538640795482011-01-03T07:42:00.006-06:002011-01-03T08:28:53.289-06:00These Are a Few of My Favorite Things...For those of you who know me, you know I love all things British! I love hot tea, castles, scones, Coldplay, accents, Princess Di, etc...the list goes on and on. I thought I would make a short list of my favorite things so far about living in England. This list will grow and change, but for now, in my limited experiences, here they are (and in no particular order):<br /><br />1. Nutella in BIG, glass jars- This was a favorite of mine in the States, but its better here. I have it almost everyday, just spread on a piece of bread, fold it over and enjoy. I tell myself it gives me the protein I lack...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx6cSC-MsE7PZvOpgXmLbw7D3Kb8GAn_q8cdRncUyZl-dBcfSbcwFaSid-MrnWCmtg8_83MI8G4Q5WMOj7uARL4IBLZ8IEgtIuTmF2BtQG-05Iyy6LYQ3w_5GBzm663IDXkQ09qVj__8c/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx6cSC-MsE7PZvOpgXmLbw7D3Kb8GAn_q8cdRncUyZl-dBcfSbcwFaSid-MrnWCmtg8_83MI8G4Q5WMOj7uARL4IBLZ8IEgtIuTmF2BtQG-05Iyy6LYQ3w_5GBzm663IDXkQ09qVj__8c/s200/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557965247328386130" /></a><br /><br />2. Hot tea- readily available anywhere you go! I LOVE this feature! Two sugars and milk please!<br /><br />3. Old timey keys- This place is a giant clash of ancient and modern, and keys are just one example! I like using these old keys to unlock my doors, its just charming to me. The only other time I've used a key like this is to lock my cedar chest, just a novelty before. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4x1-U5OEBZiYW-CCURL2YFEhHx3RX-LLsrI5mHSq01_pkC5SWLJXRoDduxeQILV4FPPKXew81X6Yx5DLIRLhhc4uGXCH01v51QXuvpir26rijvncVjnqEVqPgn5xijsDAiSF87i2yVZM/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4x1-U5OEBZiYW-CCURL2YFEhHx3RX-LLsrI5mHSq01_pkC5SWLJXRoDduxeQILV4FPPKXew81X6Yx5DLIRLhhc4uGXCH01v51QXuvpir26rijvncVjnqEVqPgn5xijsDAiSF87i2yVZM/s200/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557965578463571666" /></a><br /><br />4. Good customer service. Seriously, folks, even the teenagers that work at the cinemas are nice to you! The people at the stores use their British wit to break the ice and talk to you. I like that. <br /><br />5. Kids in school uniforms. It looks nice and everyone is basically the same. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSmTd679Yg4aD8D94FNhdocx-kUb_sVCEWihaGC5t4A1CpcVZsbxTr6TfrzLuEJ_E9rhIKdePTP_hRASs_OKiKJmTlSBKCAUetPBC8dI5IUD_OZo0dV1kf5cLSglgjjngT8ya4HU029A/s1600/DSC_0012.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSmTd679Yg4aD8D94FNhdocx-kUb_sVCEWihaGC5t4A1CpcVZsbxTr6TfrzLuEJ_E9rhIKdePTP_hRASs_OKiKJmTlSBKCAUetPBC8dI5IUD_OZo0dV1kf5cLSglgjjngT8ya4HU029A/s200/DSC_0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557965839504543298" /></a><br /><br />6. Very quiet, green place. Even though you are surrounded by people, you wouldn't know it. Its very quiet here. You hear the birds singing during the day and nothing at night. Its also very green, even in the dead of winter. So the birds are out in the trees right now and I like to watch them from my kitchen window. <br /><br />7. So many photo opps! Everywhere you look is old, charming or different. The way I enjoy a place is by learning the history of it and taking pictures, and capturing its charming, beautiful or unusual traits. <br /><br />8. Quick wit- I've never had much for Mr. Bean or Monte Python, but I love the quick wit of the Brits! They can instantly pick up on something funny about the obvious and say it. I wish I was a quick thinker, but I'm not. I can just enjoy those around me who are.Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-63345445128580688932010-12-28T14:56:00.006-06:002010-12-28T15:20:25.876-06:00TodayToday started out to be a time for Ansley and I to go for a walk & take pics. Last night she said "I need to tell you something. Can we spend some time together tomorrow?" That warms my heart and humbles me at the same time. You see, we are together all the time! We are in a new place, in the snow, without a car or anyone we know well enough to babysit! But I know what she means- undivided attention. Well, making a long story short, we decided to all go out because it was raining and hardly anything was open because its a bank holiday and she really wasn't sold on going out but I had to get out of the house!! But they had our undivided attention and we had theirs with no competition from Wii or TV, so it was good. Here's pics of our explorations...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mGZgt9Z5CzBS4u_RGkFqQS1oegzvtmW5vWZ9WFZRVotaCAhFBF27wFWGncfppjbQMQWKgfkGM8eSW_RcDRvnoC4oVvsyetd4onVwbpkDbTR4TjT9R32PoMtm1sGWRJaldqA41GSika4/s1600/DSC_0031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mGZgt9Z5CzBS4u_RGkFqQS1oegzvtmW5vWZ9WFZRVotaCAhFBF27wFWGncfppjbQMQWKgfkGM8eSW_RcDRvnoC4oVvsyetd4onVwbpkDbTR4TjT9R32PoMtm1sGWRJaldqA41GSika4/s200/DSC_0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555843614861478738" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKoQVzAv_nEzimC5NRlKiMw0eutFMZA60INgC2ETzqF2RW3z06gOKMOidDRT6Ub3ogzx_5osXGb1Ju4l33XylJamQx2XR9hmvP7Coj0p2FURu5DMXEAHp8KrGSIUKqRY5RTBTvQi2sP9U/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKoQVzAv_nEzimC5NRlKiMw0eutFMZA60INgC2ETzqF2RW3z06gOKMOidDRT6Ub3ogzx_5osXGb1Ju4l33XylJamQx2XR9hmvP7Coj0p2FURu5DMXEAHp8KrGSIUKqRY5RTBTvQi2sP9U/s200/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555843993211052626" /></a><br /><br />This old church had a great old cemetery (too many pics to post). But when we left, Ansley said "That was a really old place, with dead people and snow." That does make it sound more interesting...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxrxWV4zCd-ZNIo7E-zxZ96gVS8Bcleenn7H18dLRBCFcybq6LbvqWBhw44B3aSCZ3FQwWDjG45rATyD5CxGLgcd17fESUHFBV4SsydVINjSFEYelHVSYhV4l-cWBqpwVilchLjDgWBEU/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxrxWV4zCd-ZNIo7E-zxZ96gVS8Bcleenn7H18dLRBCFcybq6LbvqWBhw44B3aSCZ3FQwWDjG45rATyD5CxGLgcd17fESUHFBV4SsydVINjSFEYelHVSYhV4l-cWBqpwVilchLjDgWBEU/s200/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555844387757628306" /></a><br /><br />Culcheth's Linear Park has a nature trail that took us back home! It was awesome!Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-40387990700716340712010-12-27T15:34:00.003-06:002010-12-27T16:05:09.008-06:00My Observations Over the Past 4 WeeksWell, tomorrow will mark 4 weeks since we moved to Culcheth. Time has flown by! The children will start school in a week and we all have mixed emotions about that. A little nervous, but I also know it is the best thing for everyone. It will allow them to make friends, get involved in activities and have some structure. <br /><br />We have all been stuck in the house together these four weeks and it has taken its toll. We don't have a car yet, not that we could drive much anyway with snow and ice on the ground for almost 4 solid weeks! (The temps got above freezing today and the snow started to melt away. I'm very glad!! Its pretty to look at, but no fun to walk in!) I am really looking forward to getting a car so we can go explore other places in this beautiful country! (Or just go to the store and get stuff when we need it- I'm just sayin') What I want to do is go to different villages, take pics and blog about them. That's the new hobby I plan to have. <br /><br />Slowly progressing is setting up our home. I really like our house and our neighborhood. Our next door neighbors have children the same age as Cullen & Ansley- boy and girl. The girl will be in Ansley's class, so I am really hoping for good friendships there. They are scarcely seen, so we have yet to play with them, although we built snowmen alongside them last weekend. Hopefully when the snow melts, they will come out and play. <br /><br />I have had fun at the grocery store, decoding items. I read all the labels to see what things are, because i learned that just because it has the same name does not mean it tastes the same! For instance, here Old El Paso taco seasoning DOES NOT taste like taco seasoning. But, I can use chili seasoning and it does taste like taco seasoning. Ranch dressing...not so much! It says it, but its not IT. The other day I was at the store, looking at an apple pie, reading the label very closely. I felt a lady beside me, just watching me and I could tell she was wondering why I was so intently looking at it, as if I've never seen an apple pie before. <br /><br />I'm getting used to standing out, looking and sounding different. (As used to it as I can get, you must know I hate to stand out) This is a small village, and word is getting around that Americans have moved in. I find it funny that on two different occasions, people have asked Trace if he's from Australia. I try to listen to hear what our accents must sound like to them. <br /><br />This is a lovely place. The people are very sweet. Ansley said tonight "Are there any bullies here? I bet not, because this is a sweet place." We have been overwhelmed with love from our new church family- but that's a blog for another day...Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-87636378117104702512010-11-02T21:19:00.005-05:002010-11-03T09:23:43.560-05:00What To Do Before the Holiday Craziness Begins...These last few weeks have been crazy-visas, packing, finding a home in Culcheth, living around boxes...Did I mention boxes? <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83dx07y7KJtTlflB9SZ9JhJUjvJbMG9-47SKECBQ0nxL5JuU1BHudgcqmQDiRxi37yy3btVh__UwmAKsy-31OcTBpQM5hiSHDmVxzqpzStHuNokipVUFEDa3MKaodHalYkzIgz57Np0Y/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83dx07y7KJtTlflB9SZ9JhJUjvJbMG9-47SKECBQ0nxL5JuU1BHudgcqmQDiRxi37yy3btVh__UwmAKsy-31OcTBpQM5hiSHDmVxzqpzStHuNokipVUFEDa3MKaodHalYkzIgz57Np0Y/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535321317441995586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIb-WM3XnUwRrmFPvVUYsu15zq0eYQcalIgbT6vQYk_EcSpM9otWYGLF7ZNZs6cxvZNo-zOJ8wbRqcXB7bTxBiFKRlNRHz_pdnNM_sd-yR0IpwkGCnaBXRUzgYgJbCUweRtT8HU28MaFQ/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIb-WM3XnUwRrmFPvVUYsu15zq0eYQcalIgbT6vQYk_EcSpM9otWYGLF7ZNZs6cxvZNo-zOJ8wbRqcXB7bTxBiFKRlNRHz_pdnNM_sd-yR0IpwkGCnaBXRUzgYgJbCUweRtT8HU28MaFQ/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535320963234958978" /></a><br /><br />So, now that all is packed, visa info is sent off, and house is held I can breathe a little. And I sit and think, "what else do I need to do in these last 4 weeks before we move across the pond?" CHRISTMAS CARDS! I do not want to think about that once I'm there! I've just gotten good at Christmas cards the last couple of years-because I can't resist cool designs and my children's pictures on printed paper. <a href="http://shutterfly.com">Shutterfly</a> is mostly what I use for my prints, photobooks, <a href=" http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery">cards</a> and even website to share photos, so they are awesome. So, I'm browsing and I thought I'd show you some of my favorites: <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/stationerycard_5x7/STATIONERYCARD_5x7-23046-853-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v127917103800083760.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/stationerycard_5x7/STATIONERYCARD_5x7-23046-853-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v127917103800083760.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/stationerycard_5x7/STATIONERYCARD_5x7-23046-2288-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128103925700085067.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 361px;" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/stationerycard_5x7/STATIONERYCARD_5x7-23046-2288-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128103925700085067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/stationerycard_folded_5x7/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27137-2464-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128096275700096875.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 361px;" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/stationerycard_folded_5x7/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27137-2464-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128096275700096875.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Well, now that's figured out, what do I give for Christmas gifts? <span style="font-weight:bold;">*SPOILER ALERT</span>-hope our parents aren't reading this post* Maybe a <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars/">calendar </a>for the grandparents, since they won't see their babies next year... <br /><br /><br />(Shutterfly has offered to give me 50 free cards for blogging. Cha-ching! But let it be known, Shutterfly has awesome quality and I would use them again anyway, even if this wasn't an offer. But I am a missionary, and frugal is the name of the game!) <br /><br />If you blog, you should do the same...<span style="font-style:italic;">Calling all bloggers! You can receive 50 free greeting cards from Shutterfly </span><a href="http://bit.ly/sfly2010">http://bit.ly/sfly2010 </a>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-46540048862465911832010-10-25T09:54:00.002-05:002010-10-25T10:04:19.192-05:00By Hand BoutiqueI am super excited about the By Hand Boutique! Its a way to support local artists (some of which are my very talented, personal friends) and give some one-of-a-kind gifts. I even found an inspiration for decorating my living room from one painting. Love it! <br /><br />Here's the details:<br /> <a href="http://byhandboutique.blogspot.com/">By Hand Boutique- A Market of Homespun Goods</a><br /><br />Place: Community Presbyterian Church<br /><br />Time: Friday, Nov. 12 7-9pm<br /> Saturday, Nov. 13 9am-4pm<br /><br />The blog features different artists and samples of what they create, so check it out!<br /><br />Come out and bring some friends!Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-41833024436686017762010-10-09T07:52:00.003-05:002010-10-09T08:07:51.707-05:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">"Remember this: you have the privilege of passing on to young hearts a knowledge of the very character of God, and that, ladies, is worth getting totally exhausted for." -Jani Ortlund. <br /></span><br />I took this quote from a friend's facebook status to post here, because I cannot stop thinking about it. Sometimes I think about it too late, once I've already condemned my child or was easily frustrated. But it moves me to apologize. <br /> I have been meditating on it the last couple of days. This thought motivates me when its just easier to say "No' because I don't want to play that game or I'm tempted to let that bad behavior slide. <br />Praise the Lord that He gently guides us and teaches us, without condemnation. May I be able to show this example.Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-39258239520053934282010-09-07T15:54:00.002-05:002010-09-07T16:20:35.574-05:00Randomness and BargainsRandom thoughts: <br /><br />1. Three times this week I have caught myself about to turn on the sink and submerge my hand in water while drying my hair! Its for the sake of multi-tasking, but its not a good idea. So, if it turns out I've electricuted myself, you'll have an explanation...<br /><br />2. Why is there something sticky on my hair dryer? This is why I've almost washed my hands while drying my hair 3 times!! Why don't I just wipe off the hair dryer? <br /><br />3. Yesterday, Ansley drew an enormous chalk drawing of Elvis! Complete with big hair and tall collar! So funny! <br /><br />4. I hate that I am such a slow thinker. I need time to process thoughts and articulate them. I will replay a conversation in my head over and over, wishing I had inserted wisdom or an idea. So, if you'd like to ask me a question and/or advice, please submit it in writing and I will get back to you in 1-3 days. Not really, but don't be surprised if I revisit the topic to add more later...<br /><br /><br />Completely unrelated:<br /> <br />I found some FABULOUS bargains today! I bought 2 shirts and a sweater today ; .99 + 1.99 + 7.69 = $10.67 And all of them I can wear in the Fall! Love it!Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-51576738980184678962010-09-02T11:11:00.002-05:002010-09-02T11:15:06.232-05:00Oh MickeyMy mom called this morning to tell me she was listening to "Mickey" by Toni Basil on the radio. That was my favorite song when I was little! What a blast from the past! I have been singing it in my head ALL DAY! <br /><br />The other song that instantly brings me back to my childhood is the theme from Greatest American Hero! I would watch that show while sitting in my daddy's lap in the recliner! I posted those two on my playlist- so jam along with me today! Then, go find your favorite songs from back then, and laugh at the fun memories!!Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-31838064734931816902010-09-01T13:42:00.003-05:002010-09-01T13:51:32.218-05:00My Indulgence<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqMHcrF2uKKS6j6pM4QnZFI8aITEq6fFqqiV91Ob1g9-EKytNvN0jFJqm0ozea55ReLC8cBG-SjfD543seIrpHxGy16kjqr5XB1nXdlu-frq9nPUODag5ak62EnCfsBCvN-cuWhMVk7-k/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqMHcrF2uKKS6j6pM4QnZFI8aITEq6fFqqiV91Ob1g9-EKytNvN0jFJqm0ozea55ReLC8cBG-SjfD543seIrpHxGy16kjqr5XB1nXdlu-frq9nPUODag5ak62EnCfsBCvN-cuWhMVk7-k/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512017653829857026" /></a><br /><br /><br />My friend, Kristy, is a fabulous cook! Everything she makes is delicious but she makes this tiramisu cake that is ridiculously good! Its a plate full of happiness! I had some for dessert last night, for lunch today and if I ration it out just right, I can stretch it another day or two! Mmmm,,,Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-56179653382436844152010-08-31T16:42:00.004-05:002010-08-31T17:21:50.452-05:00I'm Back?I have fallen off the blogger horse. Do I want to climb back on? Sure, why not? This is a new phase in my life- both of children are in school and I fill my days helping raise our remaining support, reading, running errands, exercising and packing to move. Packing is hard to do because we don't have a moving date, so occasionally I'll drop something in a box that I'm tired of looking at (usually the donate box) or work my way through a stack of papers. No real goal in mind, except to take as little as possible with us to England. <br /><br />I mentioned reading. I'm reading three books at the moment. Yes, me, the girl who HATED to read just a few short years ago. The girl who would find ways of doing book reports without actually reading the book. The girl who graduated college with a 3.75 and never read a whole book all the way through. Yep, that's me. But, now, I feel an overwhelming urge to learn and prepare for the ministries God has called us to: our children and Brits (those who know Christ and those who don't). And I'm reading for my own spiritual vitality, because the more I learn, the more I realize how little I know. (Stop and think about that one for a minute!) <br /><br />What books, you ask? <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Reason For God by Timothy Keller </span>-</span> this book asks the questions people wonder most about Christianity. It gives good arguments for both sides, but its all about loving and listening to those who question, and hopefully you will have the opportunity share the Gospel!<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Our Covenant with Kids by Dr. Timothy A. Sisemore</span></span>- a fabulous book about nurturing children within a Christian, covenantal framework<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Surrender by Nancy Leigh DeMoss</span></span>- a bible study about surrendering every part of you to God<br /><br />I desperately want to read a good fiction book, but I must take a big chunk out of my book list first! <br /><br />I'd like to record this phase of my life, so I thought its a good time to share my thoughts and feelings, joys and struggles on my blog again. Because I bought a journal about 2 years ago to record our support raising journey and still haven't written in it. So, don't be surprised if I'm inconsistent!Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-24446340043074620362010-03-03T09:10:00.001-06:002010-03-03T09:10:26.689-06:00Charlie Brooker's Newswipe - News Coverage Of "Frozen Britain"<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/qO52SMQB7tE' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/qO52SMQB7tE'/></object></p></div>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-20549676392273039812009-07-01T20:55:00.002-05:002009-07-01T21:16:13.394-05:00Our First Day in New YorkI'm writing this from our 3rd story apartment in the Big Apple! We arrived at 1pm and had a lovely taxi ride to our place which is at Union Theological Seminary. When we arrived we had no furniture, but now we have 3 beds, a desk, a table with 3 folding chairs and one light for the whole apartment. We found a grocery store, but I've noticed there is nothing like Wal-Mart here. Just little markets with higher prices and no everything-you-need place, which is exactly what I need. We need cleaning stuff, hangers, an iron, bath mat, groceries, pots and pans...the list goes on. But we go to orientation in the morning, so maybe we'll hear some good news about how to acquire these things with little to no money! <br /><br />We ate dinner at Tom's Restaurant, which is famous to all you Seinfeld fans! I found out its also the inspiration for Suzanne Vega's "Tom's Diner". Very cool, little place. Then, we walked down to Morningside Park, very pretty,and then to the edge of Central Park. These parks are cool because they are green serenity surrounded by a big city! I can't wait for a free day to go see all the things I've always wanted to see! <br /><br />I like walking everywhere, its really nice and convenient. Everyone we've met so far has been really nice. I really like this place! The noise and lights are totally different from Highfield, though! We have no blinds on any windows, so we shouldn't have any trouble getting up at 5:45, as scheduled! Speaking of which, I must go for now!!Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695946849644453083.post-59389758106746199392009-06-28T21:28:00.005-05:002009-06-28T22:14:23.507-05:00We're Heading to NYC!!We will be going to New York City on Wed July 1 for our Pre-Field Training with Mission to the World. During this month, we will learn how to adapt to a new culture, as well as study church planting. Our family will be attending <a href="http://ascensionforesthills.org">Ascension Church,</a> which is a <a href="http://redeemer.com">Redeemer church </a>plant, in Queens. We will be in the classroom about 20 hours/week and live in an apartment on the Upper Westside of Manhattan. All this will be a great experience and what i'm looking most forward to is our free time to enjoy the city as a family! I've always wanted to go to NYC and now I get to be there a month! My desire is to blog about our experiences, so check back!Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272204810876696396noreply@blogger.com1