The New Ugly Room

I'd love to tell you I finished off the room today, but that would be a lie. I spent an inordinate amount of time on the phone with United Airlines representatives who were in India. I realize it's not their fault, but there are some serious cross-cultural communication issues. I need them to understand me when I speak. Then I worked on Ally's ninth grade history book lists for the year. Then, of course, a few errands and a quick rain shower that fell while our laundry was on the line. So the little annoyances of yesterday remain.

In the top photo is our Elvis table. The best possible table for kids and crafts, it is almost indestructible. I love it. We plan to add little buckets full of colored pencils and pens, set up against the wall. From the photo I notice we need to hang something above the table. We'll give that consideration for a few months. Window treatments would be nice as well. Too bad we can't replace that floor, like the table it's indestructible.

Next up, the book shelf. It's nice when the books are so neatly aligned. Another organizational challenge lies in keeping things organized. Just to take the pictures I had to clean up the mess of a roving child.

Next, the desk scene. Ally thinks she may work there this year, last year she did a lot of reading on her bed. Maybe too much, now she wants to try the desk. We plan to buy a new shade for the lamp. The big printer/copier used to be on the desk, but moving it onto the bookshelf seems to have been a good choice. The room seems much cozier. I have one more shelf, but I'll need Bryan to drill a couple new holes. I plan to make a narrow shelf right above the printer to store paper on.

And finally, the piano. And what can I say about that?

Putting It Back Together

After breakfast and a quick round of cards, a game we call Charlie Brown Poker, Ally and I started painting. We spent all day Saturday painting the ceiling of The Ugly Room, the room where the water disaster lately occurred. All day I spent up and down the ladder, painting 12 foot ceilings. I was paint splattered and sore when we were done. Aren't they beautiful words though? We were done.

Then we began reorganizing furniture, dragging shelves here and there. We had to call in reinforcement to move the piano across the floor. We called in The Minions to carry all the books down the stairs and stack them on the table. Ally and I started filling the shelves.

Then we rested (it was Sunday).

Today after dental appointments I was back in the ugly room, organizing, and finding space for all those books and science kits and phonics sets. We carefully tallied how many notebooks each student would need this year, and labeled them, then lined them up on the shelf. After five hours (why do we have so much stuff?) we were left with just a few, maybe four, things I couldn't figure out where to place.

My mom called. In a weary, grumbling voice I responded to her enthusiasm over a job nearly completed. Because after all that work, I was discouraged. I love to be organized, but the process saps me dry. I prayed for help in creating a beautiful home, and for a heart that would shine beautifully in the midst of it. I asked God for perseverance and a few good ideas. Then in the end I am discontent, because it's not perfect, because when I post the pictures tomorrow the room won't wow you.

My mom just laughed and told me to let go of that perfectionism. Then she laughed again, knowing she's hardly one to talk. That's always the struggle, excellence versus perfectionism. The struggle between being a diligent, hard working homemaker, and someone who nitpicks too many details. I know I should let go, but if I do, where do I grab the rope again?

Listening

Ally created a new Pandora station. She entered "Jesus Paid It All" by Fernando Ortega and I think we've listened to it every day since. There are traditional hymns, yet not with an organ in the background, and a few new songs as well. The itunes list of songs we want to buy has been growing. Our new discovery is Jadon Lavik and his album "Roots Run Deep." Ally had that playing all morning while she cleaned house, and tonight the words from those hymns are still running through my head. It's good stuff.

I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim,
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.

And Boaz

Boaz. Strength.

Boaz was the leading man in the story of Ruth, the man who married this foreigner and brought her into the family of God. He was older, well-seasoned we might say, certainly wiser, wealthy, kind to his workers, a true worshiper of the Lord. In kindness he offered Ruth the protection and provision of gleaning in his fields. His kindness, when noted by Naomi, led her to hatch a desperate plot.

He is our kinsman-redeemer, Naomi conspires with Ruth. A kinsman-redeemer was a provision in God's law (Lev. 25 and Deut. 25), a family member who would buy the desperate out of debt and slavery and, if needed, raise up an heir to the family name. The commentary I read suggested that Boaz may not have been under a strict legal obligation in this instance, otherwise why would stealth be required? But as a lover of the Law, Boaz was compelled to keep the spirit of it. A redeemer.

As instructed by Naomi, in the darkest night Ruth crept to Boaz as he lay down to sleep on the threshing floor. (In spite of the ambiguity here, I believe Ruth was chaste in all her actions. I think too highly of Ruth and Boaz to assume anything else.) She secretly laid at his feet and when discovered implored him, "so spread your covering over your maid, for you are a close relative."

Boaz, strength. "Do not fear," he tells her. "I will do for you whatever you ask." If a closer relative would not redeem Ruth, and Naomi then, "I will redeem you, as the LORD lives." These are the words of a strong man. He would not rest until he had accomplished it (Ruth 3:18).

There is a greater Redeemer portrayed in Ruth, a greater love story in these four short chapters. He purchased Noami back from the curse of bitterness and despair. His love paid the the cost of redeeming Ruth from the curse of the law, the cost of making her one of the people of God. This Redeemer is Christ.

Trembling, we too come to Jesus in the darkness of our souls. We hide at His feet and when found, beg for covering. He stretches over us the robe of His righteousness, He covers all our sins. He speaks the words of a strong man, the words that cast out fear. He speaks the words of love, a love that answers every whispered request. He redeems us from the curse against us and makes us the people of God. He did not rest until it was accomplished, on the cross, and now sits at the right hand of God Most High, always living to make interecession for us, His bride.

The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in Him and I am helped; therefore my heart exults, and with my song I shall thank Him." Psalm 28:7

*I have enjoyed Esther and Ruth by Iain M. Duguid, part of the Reformed Expository Commentary series.

Knowing the Names Changes the Story

If you were living a a town called the House of Bread, you would have certain expectations. Just as you would if your husband's new job were to be in Pleasant Grove. Pleasant Grove conjures up pastoral images of tree shaded pastures. So, House of Bread leads one to believe there would be ample provision of bread.

There was famine in the House of Bread, and I think they may have been long hungry years. So long in fact that the man "God is King" named his firstborn son "Sickly." Had his wife's life-giving body been so poorly nourished that Sickly appeared half-starved at birth? Or had the father simply despaired of the future for his newly born child? Then as the months passed, the House of Bread remained empty. A second son was born in this dark home and as he burst forth upon this life, his father named him "Wasting Away." The baby's first cry began his long decline.

Then "God is King" turned from the King of All Life, he walked away from that house of famine and made his home in a new land. But this isn't just about where he pitched his tent. He could not escape God. God acted as King and stretched out His hand, not in grace but in judgment and took the very life this man had been struggling to preserve. He left behind sickly, wasting boys and a wife who would call herself "Bitter."

Who are they? The faithless man was Elimelech. Taking his lovely, pleasant wife, Naomi, by the hand he led her away from the hungry city of Bethlehem and into the land of Moab. He led her away from God's promises and God's law. He spurned repentance and refused to offer sacrifices for sin that might have ended the famine. Instead his hope of life was with the enemies of God's people. In Deuteronomy 23 God had excluded the Moabites from His people for ten generations. Now you know the story, don't you? His sickly, wasting sons lived long enough to marry, then followed their father into a soul hungry grave. For we cannot turn our back on the true Bread of Life and live without Him.

And so Naomi, bitter now and wishing to be called Mara, returns to her own people, but with a friend at her side. Ruth.

Ruth whose name means friend. Ruth the Moabitess, meant to be excluded from the congregation of God's people for ten generations. Ruth who sought refuge under the wings of God (2:12).

Ruth, the friend of God.

Kindergarten Read-Alouds

I made a list and sent Kara to gather all the books. She brought them back in a pillowcase. We lined them up on the shelf. There they are: Arden's Kindergarten Read-Alouds.

How did I decide what books we would read together? They must hold his interest. Boys as protagonists, if possible. A few pictures mixed in with the text. Simple, and a few harder selections to challenge his listening skills. I don't want to be bored while reading; I'm looking for a skillful story line and literary story telling. After all these years of reading aloud I am finished with boring books - there are so many good ones we could enjoy instead.

Arden and I will read other books as well. We'll read the picture books from the kids' history baskets. (It is always a good idea for a child to know a bit about George Washington. I know, it may be more easily mastered at nine, but people do tend to look askance if they ask a seven year old about G.W. and  your child responds with a dull, blank look.) We'll read classic stories, fairy tales and Mother Goose from our home shelves. We'll check out books from the library, fiction and non-fiction. Today Arden wanted to know why pandas don't eat people. We'll capitalize on that interest with a book from the library. We'll read a lot of books this year.

Here's our read-aloud list. It is like a set of goals, we may meet it, we may not. We may add to it. I'll let Arden decide the order, with just a little guidance from mom. Every moment cuddled on the couch will be precious, binding our hearts, feeding his mind with knowledge as necessary as food is to the body.

o   Farmer Boy

o   Little House in the Big Woods

o   Five True Dog Stories

o   Light at Tern Rock (Christmas)

o   Story of Dr. Dolittle

o   Charlotte’s Web

o   Stuart Little

o   Follow My Leader – Garfield

o   Henry Huggins

o   Homer Price

o   Little Pear

o   Mountain Born – Yates

o   Mr. Popper’s Penguins

o   Mrs. Piggle Wiggle

o   Balto and the Great Race

o   Bears on Hemlock Mountain

o   Story of the Treasure Seekers

o   Missionary Stories with the Millers

o   Storytime with the Millers

o   The Wind in the Willows

o   Narnia

Tuesday's Pastimes

The official temperature reading here today was 108 degrees. Outside the dining room window one poor squirrel was lying prone in the pool of water around the air conditioner. Poor thing. It's hot. We've been hiding in the house, reading aloud, slowly organizing for the new school year, although with stacks of books lining the hall, thanks to the water disaster, it is very slow going.

Tea with jam and bread.

My old address book was falling apart. Rather, it fell apart a year or two ago, and this week I finally decided to type all those names and numbers into the computer and print a hard copy. Naturally I needed something pretty to put it in. The girls and I had a good morning around the table doing paper crafts while the boys made paper airplanes. Ideally I would have chosen a black binder, but this is what we have around, maybe I'll buy a black one and trade it out later. All that remains is to fill the binder with essential household information. Not sure what that will be, but I'll start with the address pages.