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Dreaming of hot springs again…

You have no idea how much I long to go for a day trip, to hop in the ‘Hoe and go for a ride.
Preferably to a local hot spring. My heart almost hurts with the longing!
Nothing is ever as good as one remembers, however. Alas.

The hot spring travel song we would blast on our way to Hwy 395 is posted above. [youtube id=8D6pPgwafq0]

Here’s an article by the Oregonian taunting me *heavy sigh*
Oregon Hot Springs

hotsprings

We survived the move…

and are enjoying the new digs. Big change from RV land. A dear friend flew in this last week and we had a great time in fellowship and friendship. We also managed to squeeze in a Passover observance with other dear friends that live within a couple of hours. Such a sweet time, worshiping together.

My dear friend noticed we are having trouble adjusting to living like people again, rather than survivors of a rather wretched several years. It took her rearranging our *non-functional* furniture into an assemblage somewhat like a living space to get the idea through our heads that it is ok to spread out. Live a little, so to speak.

It’s hard. We will adjust, Lord willing.

Respecting him when you don’t necessarily want to…

Sunshine Mary has a really interesting post up about respecting your husband even if he is having trouble leading and/or following through. We don’t so much have a problem around here with my husband failing to lead, it’s more my keeping my mouth shut so he has the space to breathe, let alone lead. He is a great leader and is NOT forgetful, and I know this, but I still have difficulties with asking questions and making statements that will ultimately leave him feeling as if I am challenging his authority.

I am a work in progress, after all *gulp* and still unlearning feminism taught to me by my second wave mother, who still buys into the whole shebang. I would pray that after 25 years of marriage I can just learn to be QUIET and my naturally silent and thoughtful husband can and will do what he needs to for us to rebuild our lives.

I DO trust him, and for the most part my asking questions is NOT rebellion, just curiosity. But again, after so many years of running my mouth he does not trust ME or my motives. When I get to the point to where I am not reacting to things he is saying I know I will finally be in the right place. Or at least starting to get there! God give me grace and strength to submit fully and serve my husband with all my heart.

My big concern right now is supporting my niece, who is having a tremendously hard time with her husband. She is 27, married 5 years with one child. Her husband, brought up by a harridan feminist mother and a silent father, has fallen into drugs and poor choices. My niece had even worse parenting than I did, but is good, and smart, and a college graduate from a family that has only two: her and I. We actually went to community college together, and I made jokes to our classmates about changing her diapers, to her great chagrin. She is a loving Christian girl that is not fully invested in feminism or the female imperative, and there’s hope she can see her way all the way out.

I believe she wants to stay with him, but he is not leaving a clear path forward. He’s not willing to change at this point, and keeps denying the drug problem, even though it’s as plain as the nose on his face. I KNOW a large part of his problem is his meddlesome mother who owns their house although the small family is making the payments, and my niece by not relinquishing any space to lead. She is the “responsible” one in the family, and leads due to his “failing to lead”. I could show her this article, but I don’t know if she would listen, with the situation as serious as it is. She forced him out of the house after she caught him making “shake and bake” meth with a 2 liter bottle in their basement, to protect their daughter and home, and I don’t blame her. But he is not too far gone. He CAN go back to rehab, and back to church. Amongst many things, I told her that she needs help from the men in her life, such as their pastor and her father-in-law. She has no father to turn to, and her mother is a drug addict and a wreck. If he wants back in the home, and I think he does, the men can help convince him to go to rehab and to straighten out his act, in ways that she can’t, and probably shouldn’t.

How would you advise her?

Secular VS Sacred Music

Elspeth over at Loving in the Ruins posted about how her family was working on abstaining “from any music other than Christian music for a month and see what God does with that.”

My problem with that? Being a former actual Heathen who still enjoys metal, I find most Christian music…creepy. There was a South Park episode where Cartman forms his own praise music boy band and turned secular pop music love *koff sex* songs into “Christian” music so icky I can’t even hardly think about it. But I will tell ya, sitting in church, I swear that is exactly what I was hearing.

Mind you, that type of song did not appear at the Reformed Church I attended until it closed, but in the bazillion mainstream churches our family went to trying to find SOMETHING that was not completely appalling and apostate. (This was in California. It’s not easy to find a good church there, for many, many reasons.)

I am trying this idea out, with good results. It’s been a challenge finding music that will fit the bill. The rock music I have enjoyed in the past really is unsuitable to the person I am right now, for the most part. I find the lyrics especially troubling, viewing them through a Biblical lens.

Since I grew up outside of Christianity, I know very few hymns. It’s something I am working on, trying to find versions of classic hymns I find appealing.

There are a few things I enjoy: almost anything by Bifrost Arts, a lot of of Indelible Grace’s catalog and Chavah Messianic Radio.

I have a special place in my heart for Chavah. I can put it on as lovely background music for hours. I don’t generally care for Klezmer type music, and some of the stuff on their is point blank AWFUL, but most of the music is so infectiously cheerful I can’t help but smile when I hear it. Some of the best artists to my listening ears are Sons of Korah (LOVE the Psalms!), Marty Goetz, and Paul Wilbur.

But there is one artist so different from anything I’ve ever heard it actually makes me jump when one of his songs come on.His name is Aviad Cohen, the artist formerly known as “50 Shekel”. He performs Techno-Messianic music, of all things!

His music is definitely not for everyone. But it fits the bill when I need to listen to something uptempo to cheer me up 🙂

Here’s a couple of his songs. The first is techno with a bit of rap in the middle, the second is pop dance music and features Sharon Wilbur.

Give your children a love for reading

I was talking about novels to a friend on FB the other day and left this as a comment. Give your children a love of books!

The only reason I got outside of our cultural matrix of public school indoctrination was a love of books. I would read good books, and those books would refer to other books, which I had to read to end up reading even more books. I read a lot of sci-fi pulp as a child and teen, and a lot of the good old sci fi refers to classical books in passing.

By reading books, from sci-fi pulp to the classics, I accidentally giving myself a much greater education than could be accounted for from my poverty-stricken circumstances of being a illegitimate latch-key child of a serial multiple marrier feminist. I learned nothing from public school except how to be patient and wait for the state to hand me stuff and to take being bullied as a normal part of life. Don’t send your children to public school. It’s tantamount to child abuse

Even strong independent women want to be possessed

Here’s the comment I left on the Dalrock site:

Sooo, I tell my husband about this bracelet that can only be unlocked by keyholder *spouse or whatever*
Him:: Heh, a mark of ownership, eh?
Me: Yeah. A sort of submission without admitting it, I suppose.
Him: Should be handcuffs. Modern women are nuts.
Me: LOL
Him: No, wait, it should be a collar. Probably a choke one.

Valentine’s Day 2014: non-entitled edition

What did we do around here for VDay? Nothing. We don’t do it. We don’t do faux holidays, let alone non Biblical ones.

I DID however give my sweet husband of 25 years something he dearly loved: an afternoon of golden silence and by-himself-free-of-my-incessant-chatter time, and he looked positively blissful afterwards.

Then we drank beer and he BBQ’d rib eye steaks. A fine day, indeed.