Saturday, December 15, 2012

Book Review: The Trouble With Cowboys by Denise Hunter


Annie Wilkerson has her life pretty well figured out. She is intelligent and responsible, and she knows what she wants and where she is going in life. Or so she thinks.

We learn as the book progresses that Annie has an idealistic view of how her life should be, and what her little sister should do with her life. The problem is that Annie doesn’t consider what her sister wants, and she won’t allow herself to have what she really wants. The one thing she knows is that she does not approve of cowboys.

Dylan Taylor is a cowboy, but he’s also exactly what Annie needs. She just has to figure how to let herself be in love and let go of prejudice.

The Trouble With Cowboys is a good read. Anyone who has been in a situation where they are afraid to be in love and trust God to bring the right person into their life can connect with Annie’s inner conflicts. After I got about a third of the way into the book I had a hard time setting it down until I finished. The only negative things I have to say are that it was somewhat predictable, and the extent of Annie’s prejudice was a little overdone. However, I thoroughly enjoyed reading the book. The characters are realistic in that they have made mistakes in their past, yet they are striving to obey God and do better.

This is a great book if you want an easy and entertaining read. It does contain some adult content, and although not at all offensive or graphic I wouldn’t recommend it for younger readers.

I received this book for free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com <http://BookSneeze®.com> book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review and the opinions and thoughts I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255

Friday, November 23, 2012

Book Review: The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren


Why are we here? Men and women have asked this question for years, and will continue to ask it as long as this earth endures. Rick Warren aims to shed some light on this topic in his book, The Purpose Driven Life. He looks to the Bible for answers to this age old question, and seeks to guide readers toward discovering their purpose in this life.
The book is written as a 42 day journey. Each day, the reader studies a short chapter and is given some points and questions to consider at the end of each chapter. Major focuses include, worship, serving God, and developing personal relationships with God and with other believers. He gives guidance for how to determine one’s own unique gifts and abilities so each reader can discover his or her own individual “purpose”.
The expanded tenth anniversary edition includes two new chapters at the end, exploring two “traps” that get in the way of finding one’s purpose. He discusses specifically how these traps derail us and lead us to sin instead of service. Each chapter now has a video introduction and a 40-50 minute lesson, complete with notes, available online. The additional online content is a great accompaniment to the book, in that one can spend about an hour a day reading, studying, and listening.
The Purpose Driven Life is a good book, and a great guide for a Christian in need of some spiritual direction. I highly recommend reading it, but would suggest keeping your Bible close by. The author quotes the Bible extensively, but he jumps around to different translations and paraphrases. I admit I was slightly put off by his use of multiple translations and paraphrases of the Bible. He does so because he says that sometimes a shade of truth might be missed in one translation of a particular verse, or the familiarity of a verse can cause us to skim over it. I think it is dangerous to use a paraphrase in that circumstance, because paraphrases usually present one person’s interpretation of a verse, not the verse itself. The Bible is the Bible, and when looking for a deeper meaning, it is safer to go to one of the original texts and look at the Hebrew it was translated from for meaning or a fresh perspective rather than a paraphrase.
I also noticed that instead of presenting a Bible verse and citing where it came from, he would incorporate the verse into his paragraph using a footnote. In order to know where the verse came from you have to look at one of the Appendices at the end of the book. I understand is makes the book flow well, but one must be careful to see the Bible in its own context. In the form presented, it is too easy to miss out on studying the Word of God, and too easy to rely on the book.
All in all, I enjoyed the book, and the new features are great! I just recommend keeping your Bible nearby and using both!
I received this book for free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com <http://BookSneeze®.com> book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review and the opinions and thoughts I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255

Friday, October 19, 2012

Ten Decisions and Ten Lies

I picked up Steve Arterburn’s book, Healing is a Choice, expecting to find some helpful insights into healing from past trauma. Instead, I found myself challenged to make some difficult choices. Arterburn explores ten big lies about healing, and challenges the reader with ten steps they can take toward healing. Many of the lies are things that are repeated by well-meaning friends and family and passed from one hurting person to another. In each chapter he explains one of the “big lies” and then exposes the Biblical truth and gives the reader some actions to take toward healing. A workbook section for individual or group study follows each chapter. He makes the point that healing isn’t something that happens, but something that takes work to achieve.
This book was not an easy read, and I didn’t get through it in one sitting. I chose to read it because four years ago my brother and a dear friend were heartlessly murdered for two dollars in cash and a thirteen year old Crown Victoria. I have been through counseling and grief support groups but the pain is deep and the journey through healing a long one. Some of the chapters were not difficult to read, as they were areas I had made progress in or because he kept referring to his divorce for examples and it just didn’t strike me as near as traumatic as what I have been through. However, when I got to the chapter on forgiveness I had to put the book down for a couple of months before I could pick it up again. If you read the first chapter or two and start to think the book doesn’t hold much value for you, as I did, then keep reading! At least a chapter or two will provides challenges for any individual on the journey towards healing. I have a feeling that if I had read the book two years ago I would have gotten more out of different chapters.
Just don’t expect an easy read. Expect a guide to assist you part of the way on an emotionally and spiritually difficult journey you must choose to embark upon to get to a healthier place in life.
I received this book for free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com <http://BookSneeze®.com> book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review and the opinions and thoughts I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Some Facts About Trailer Life

            Since my husband and I moved into a 40 ft. long 5th wheel to expedite the process of remodeling our house, I've come to learn a few things about living in a trailer. We had decided that the extent of our remodel required us to move out of the house, but we didn’t want to be too far or throw money away into an apartment. So… we settled on  the backyard! The last few months of trailer living have taught me a few things and I feel compelled to share what I've learned.

            Trailers are small. Even the big ones. Ours is fairly comfortable to live in, and I love the kitchen! It has a double bowl sink on the island with prep space on either end, and a three burner gas stove atop a decent sized oven on the opposite counter. There is a good amount of storage space for a trailer kitchen, and small cabinets all around the living area. We had previously been living in the torn apart house (with no kitchen) so the trailer was a bit of an upgrade. However, there really isn't much space for clothes, belongings, food, etc. when you are used to being able to fill a house.

            We compensated by using the large shop in our backyard as a storage space. We have certain things placed where they are easy to access and have set up in it a workout area, full size fridge, and dressers for clothes that won't comfortably fit in the trailer. The shop helps us to be able to actually pull this off, although you could almost say it is “cheating.”

            I might also add that our two dogs live in the trailer with us. Scooter is a 70+ pound boxer-pit mix and Louie is a 60 pound English bulldog.

Now that you are acquainted with the situation, here is my list of tips, lessons, and insights:

1)  You find very strange places to put things. The wine goes above the dog kennel, tupperware is stored under the TV, and even the microwave can be turned into a storage area when not in use.
2)   The clingy dogs no longer really want to sleep in the bedroom with us. There's more space to stretch out in the living room!
3)  You learn not to freak out too quickly when the gas detector goes off. Every time that has happened, it's because Louie farted on it! He gets very confused when I try to get him to move his butt away from it! I mean, c'mon! It just gets louder when his furry behind is no longer muffling the sound! (hopefully it never actually has to go off because of a gas leak!) So step one when the alarm goes off is to locate the dog.
4)  Scooter now thinks that because the gas detector is by the door, the floor mat must be what makes the noise, and it is to be brutally punished by being picked up in one's teeth and shaken. It must be shaken very hard so it learns not to make such loud noises again!
5)   It's very easy to set off the fire alarm. In a house, smoke from a slightly well done pizza can diffuse a bit and is less likely to set off an alarm, but a trailer is small enough that a room can go from clear to smoky in about ten seconds!
6)  The fire alarm must be the floor mats fault too. More punishment by shaking!
7)  When living in a trailer, you will find that you spend a lot more time outdoors. I never used to sit on porches and stare at an empty back yard so much!
8)  Trailers are fairly easy to clean, as they are so small. Vacuuming takes about two minutes!
9)  Trailers VERY easily become dirty and cluttered, as they are so small!
10) I find I clean very often.
11) Laundry is a constant ordeal, as the washer and dryer are tiny, you can only run one of them at a time, and there are only so many places to put dirty laundry!
12) Be prepared to kick furniture and walls and smack things with your hands if you ever try to do yoga in your trailer!
13) If you have clingy dogs who follow you around the house, don't expect things to be any different when you move into a dwelling that basically requires them to always be in the same room as you. They will still find a way to follow you from one side of the room to the other and situate themselves UNDER your feet while you attempt to perform leg extensions or any exercise or activity that requires you to need to MOVE your legs! And don't think a bulldog can't fit under a chair you want to sit in or inside a cabinet you are trying to access!

14) Smells diffuse across small rooms rather quickly…
15) You find creative ways to cram large amounts of items into very small storage spaces. I bet if I took everything out of the trailer and laid it on the lawn you would NEVER believe it could all fit in there, and yet when everything is squared away it looks strangely uncluttered!

            All in all, the trailer life can be very comfortable if you are willing to make it work. When we were looking at trailers, one of the ones we looked at was owned by a retired couple who rented out their house and moved into their trailer. They would stay in a trailer park down South during the winter, and travel farther North during the summer. It was simple and convenient. I don’t think I could survive without some kind of storage as the trailer would have to be easily made mobile for something like that, but I could see it being an attractive option if we ever had the freedom to just travel somewhere else for a month or two.

            Of course, it’s been great this summer with the home renovations going on, because I can just step outside and check on progress and take pictures! I don’t have to plan a visit to the house every day, or worry what happens when I’m not there. I just visit the backyard whenever I need to take pictures or check on things!

            The dogs have also adjusted quite well, but they also spend as much time in the yard as possible. We built a deck by the door so that Louie has some actual solid steps to walk up and down instead of the trailer steps. He likes it! They’ve also gotten used to being fed in the shop, since it’s hard to find space for a 40 pound bag of dog food in a trailer AND keep the dogs out of it when it’s not supper time!

            Well that’s all I have for now. In a few months maybe I’ll be able to post “Lessons of Home Renovations” when we get a little further along!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Insanity!!!

OK so two days ago my husband and I started the Insanity Workout program. For those of you who don't know, it's a Beachbody program to get in really good shape with ripped abs! It's basically some really intense cardio, and they have you work all your muscle groups too.


So Day One: The Fit Test. OMG how can a simple test be this painful! I am not new to working out, and in fact have been doing some resistance training and yoga the last two months. But owwww! The fit test consisted of a warm up, the test, and cool down/stretching. We were both sore and worn out the rest of the day, and all we wanted to do was eat. We also had to go grocery shopping for the next couple weeks so it was a long day.

We didn't remember to take before pictures so we took them the second day before the workout. It should give us something to look back on.

Day Two: Some kind of Circuit cardio crap. OK day one was nothing. Three minutes in to the warm up and I was dying! I glance over at Bruce and by the look on his face he felt about the same. I was counting down minutes the entire time. PAIN!

Also, let me tell you about the soreness. It takes us about an hour to chill out after the workout. This includes showering and attempting to return to a normal body temperature and heart rate. We also drink recovery smoothies. I use whey protein and various frozen/fresh fruit. Then the soreness kickes in. I start discovering new muscles. Did you know how many muscles it takes just to stand up from sitting on the couch?
Neither do I, but they all hurt!
Arms, legs, feet, back, shoulders, sides.... I haven't had my usual back pain though... I told my chiropractor this morning I'm not sure if it's because the muscles are stronger and better at supporting my back, or I'm so sore I just don't notice it!

So we are in the process of cooking a good breakfast so we can attempt another workout! I'm not sure if I'll make it.

Deep breath...

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Nearing Home by Billy Graham

When I cracked open Billy Graham’s new book, Nearing Home, I looked forward to reading the insights he has gained through years of life and serving God. He reflects on life, expectations, dealing with grief, and the unexpected challenges of transitioning to retirement. I was not disappointed! Billy Graham iterates the fact that every stage in life has challenges, and traces his own journey through life with stories about his wife, family, and many individuals he has come into contact with during his years of ministry.

As he reflects on his own life journey, Rev. Graham is constantly quoting Bible verses and applying them to life experiences. He really brings out the importance of staying in God’s word and constantly being in communion with Him. Billy Graham states that he was never afraid of or unprepared for death, but wishes that he had been taught how to grow old. He passes along lessons learned as he has progressed through the last several years. Many men and women mentioned in the Bible were used for great things long after they ceased to be young men and women. Thus, it is important to continue seeking God’s will for our lives and to listen when He asks us to do something.

In addition, Rev. Graham offers insight into planning for the future and keeping in mind those we may eventually leave behind. He also talks about changing relationships with children, grandchildren, and other family members and friends.

Rev. Graham ends his book by speaking about the certainties of heaven. As we grow older, we don’t cease to be useful for God or reach a point where we have fulfilled our purpose and can “retire from life.”Referencing a phrase his wife requested for her headstone, the end of our life is the end of construction. The Lord will continue to shape us and use us until the day He calls us home, thus it is important that we never cease to seek His will. It is comforting to think that true retirement is going to be with the Lord in Heaven!

I found this book very enriching from start to finish, and nearly impossible to tear away from. Nearing Home is definitely a book to read and re-read. The book is written not just for those who are nearing the end of their time on earth, but for men and women in any stage of life.

I received this book for free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com <http://BookSneeze®.com> book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review and the opinions and thoughts I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Musings of a Still-Mourning Sister

                Just over a week ago Bruce and I finally got to see our wedding pictures. They are lovely! Neither of us has a single doubt that we hired the right photographer! We sat down and looked at them all together, and it was like replaying our wedding!

                But something was missing and it has been haunting me ever since. There are various combinations of family members, so that everyone in our immediate families will be able to pick a few to frame that contain the people they want in them. His whole family, our whole family, his siblings and their families…. You know… the usual combinations. My brother Mike got to be in quite a few as he was one of our ushers as well. So I had him in a tux in the wedding party photos as well!

                It was the picture of Bruce and me with my immediate family that has made me cry or at least tear up every day since I saw the pictures. There in the middle is the happy couple, with my mother on the left next to me. On the other side next to Bruce is my father, and next to him is Mike. But alas this family wedding picture is sadly lopsided, for on the other side of my mother a sixth person should be standing. The boy who was my best friend by default when I was born, grew up next to me and encouraged me through hard times, as I did him. The person I always confided in and went to for advice when I didn’t really feel like getting advice, because he knew how to shake sense into me and was wise enough to always have the right answer. The brother I searched for a rental house with in December of 2007 because neither of us wanted to deal with room-mates, and after his recent battle with cancer I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from him.

                Steve had every right to be standing in that picture, as well as many other pictures that day, before, and since. Four Thanksgivings and Christmases have passed since the horrible day we lost him, and every time I look at a picture I sense that something is missing. Concrete thoughts don’t come to mind all the time, just the feeling that not everyone is there. My family is broken… not by our own doing but by the actions of one who was outside of our control. An evil, malicious person took the wonderful brother out of my wedding pictures and out of every holiday photo he should have been in. This past Christmas when I helped to set the table I actually opened my mouth to complain to my mother that we needed another chair, until I remembered the horrible truth. We had enough.

                NO woman should have to look at her wedding pictures and cry, except with joy. No woman should cry on her way to work the day after seeing them because someone so beloved was missing from them, and NO BRIDE should feel sorrow while getting ready, because the photo of her and her brother pinned to her bouquet is the only semblance of him that could stand next to her while she said her vows.

                He should have been there to see me get married and to celebrate with my new husband and I as we set out to have our own family. When I give birth to my first child, Uncle Steve will not be there to hold the little angel. I would like to say that I will be so overcome with joy at the sight of my firstborn that the thought won’t occur to me, but when someone so close has been taken the memories don’t just fade. Sorrow at your loss invades your mind every time something important happens, or every time something reminds you of them or that they are gone. When I give birth to my first son, there is no doubt in my mind that I will bestow the name of my beloved brother on him. It only seems natural.



                Someone else should have been at that wedding too, because he promised me he would tell my husband how he should treat me and take care of me and be the perfect husband etc. Matt should have been there. Granted I had two brothers at the time to take care of lecturing my future husband, but Matt had some sense of brotherly affection that he wanted to be included as a protector as well. And there is no reason he should have been denied that.

                But sadly, they are both missing from my pictures and my life. Two wonderful men that I will be forever thankful to have had in my life are gone. And to murder!?!?!?! I still can’t quite come to grips with it. It’s like a really bad nightmare that comes back to mind every so often to haunt me. Like those dreadful dreams of an alternate reality, and when you wake up from them and realize they were just dreams… just a mental picture of something that didn’t really happen. But for me, the nightmare is a reality. And it is every so often that good things happen and I let my guard down just long enough not to remember that the horrible dream is real. I wake up and realize it was not a bad dream, but reality.

                I have every reason to be happy right now. I have a wonderful husband that I truly think God hand-made just for me, and we are planning for a wonderful future together. We want the same things and are willing to work together to achieve them. Life is not peaches and cream, but we are doing what we have to in order to build the life that we want for ourselves and our future family. We even like our jobs!  But the crime that was committed very early in the morning on June 19th, 2008 has left my life forever shattered, and all the wonderful gifts God has bestowed upon me will not completely remove that pain until we all are reunited in heaven. For that is the one hope that I hold on to. Someday I will be in heaven and in the midst of God’s glory. Someday I will again be with Steve, he will get to meet my husband. Several have gone ahead of me to see my brother, and I know he has friends from this life in heaven even now. There is a little girl there, whose mother was close to Steve. She left to be in God’s presence at the age of seven. Our dear “Uncle Art” who was a close family friend is there as well, among others. Steve has both mentors and youngsters he knew on earth to keep him company, not to mention the fact that he is in the very presence of our Creator. So why do I still mourn?

                Because I don’t have him. I am jealous of those who get to be with him now. I was robbed of my time with him. I know I will see him again but I was robbed years of life with my brother. I miss him so much, and really I mourn for myself and others who are left without him. I could go on and on with how much he still had to give and how much I miss him but I will close with this:

                When that day of judgment has come and gone, and all those who are to be in the presence of the Lord have been separated from those who made the choice to hold on to their sin instead of allowing Christ to wash it away, I will be in the presence of God and reunited with my brother. I hold on the promise Christ has given me that he will intercede for my behalf because I have put my faith in Him and asked His forgiveness for my sins. That is what keeps me going. I believe in His promise and I believe in the cross. I will be forever with God and His children.

Where will you be?