tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80906063227624771372024-03-13T21:51:17.691-07:00Rahab's KitchenA safe place to have a cookie, get a hug, and cry if you need to.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08283586290804985847noreply@blogger.comBlogger169125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-25470870049263667632011-08-20T18:21:00.000-07:002011-08-20T18:32:21.944-07:00Changes
<br />As if my children have not endured enough changes this past year, I've decided to change my name back. You'd think that wouldn't be a big deal, but I've had quite the task to give them all assurance that regardless of my last name, I will still be their mom. Biology lessons on where babies come from only half appease them. Examples of other divorced moms with maiden names retaken barely phase them. Shakespeare with his "a rose by any other name..." has not impressed them. But I've worked and talked and explained my way into halfhearted permission. Finally!
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<br />What's interesting to me is the lengths at which one is required to go to just to have legal permission to reclaim a name. If I had the issue addressed in the divorce decree, it would have been said and done. I wasn't informed very well on that matter and opted to not have it addressed at the time. As my birthday approached (and is quite near) I got the idealistic notion that my gift to myself would be that I would retake my birth name. To accomplish this, I've had to refile a petition with the court; which irritatingly enough was as expensive as filing for divorce, as well as run a four week long advertisement in a local paper that I am filing this petition. For what purpose? For someone to protest? For my ex husband to complain? WT...? I digress....
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<br />This past Friday was the end of that four week period. Next I am to show proof of the advertisement's running to the court and wait to be assigned a date before the judge. So that he can finally drop his gavel and grant me permission to become... me. It should seem of no consequence, I suppose; just a legal step but somehow in a metaphysical sense I feel that another layer is peeling back in a very real way in this long journey of reclaiming myself.
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<br />I do not wish to live out my days signing my name as someone I am not. Knowing that soon I will hear a legal proclamation and permission to change gives me even more of a feeling of autonomy than the divorce decree itself.
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<br />As I continue to nurture, care-take and, yes, FUSS AT my children surely they will have no doubt -- yep, regardless, that's Mom.
<br />One Voice of Manyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406711453291558817noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-8003423761825845952011-06-24T08:57:00.000-07:002011-06-25T07:25:13.193-07:00spring cleaning<em>Not really spring, but it still feels like it</em> he thought to himself as he walked up the front steps.<br />
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The silence is broken by the sound of rusty hinges. A man enters the dust covered room and peers around. As he steps forward, the air is filled with a crunching sound that breaks into the stillness as well. He looks down and finds pieces of broken glass strewn about the floor and a brick in the center. He bends down to pick up and inspect the brick. On it are stenciled the letters <b>OVOM</b>. <i>That's odd</i>... <br />
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After surveying the rest of his dust covered surroundings, he notices a sink full of dishes. <em>I suppose I should get on those...</em><br />
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So he runs some water. First for dishes, then for counters, followed by the mop bucket. <br />
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Finally, he runs some water to make coffee. As he sits down with a fresh mug, the smell of it, along with the smell of baking snickerdoodles, fills the air. And as he sat there he wondered whether this was just going to be a time of peaceful solitude, or if <em>something else</em> might find him...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-4860705044073731762010-10-12T14:16:00.000-07:002010-10-12T14:16:56.871-07:00SighI just need to vent. I'm angry and I need input. I can't post this on my blog because it's too public.<br />
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It's been almost 6 years since I left my ex-church. SIX years. You think people would get it by now.<br />
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Apparently not.<br />
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Some people from my ex-church seem to continue to be concerned for my faith. In the last month I have been invited to BSF by one friend and to a Graham Cooke conference (at my ex-church, no less) by another "friend". These two people are close friends with each other, and I sense a conspiracy. The one who invited me to Graham Cooke I haven't heard from in almost two years. (And if you don't know who Graham Cooke is, he's a prophetic and charismatic speaker.) The other friend is on my relay team, and I thought we were developing a really good friendship, until she invited me to bible study. I guess I'm not clear enough with people about the condition of my faith.<br />
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But I sense that there is some conspiracy to try to bring me back.<br />
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Why?<br />
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I don't want to be a bitch, but seriously...SHE POSTED IT ON MY WALL ON FACBOOK! How to be gracious and not insult her beliefs, while still getting the message across that I'M NOT INTERESTED.<br />
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Not even considering that I have no desire to enter the doors of my ex-church and attend the conference with my ex-friends...I'm not into the whole Graham Cooke thing anymore. Not at all. Years ago I would have jumped at the chance to hear him speak, back when I believed all that hyper-spiritual prophetic nonsense. I suppose this "friend" thinks I haven't changed in six years? And then the whole assumption that I "must have gotten over it by now"...WTF? I'm never going to "get over it". What went down there is forever a part of my being, and she was a big part of the problem.<br />
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So here I am angry and bitter all over again, because somehow my spiritual health seems to be other people's business. I don't get it. I mean I do get it, because evangelicals think everyone's spiritual health is their business, but do they not know when to leave well enough alone? I guess not.<br />
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It makes me soooo angry.<br />
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Thanks for listening.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-76792355436958932262010-10-03T20:01:00.001-07:002010-10-03T20:01:48.693-07:00Peeps?If I throw a brick through the window in this place...will anyone notice?One Voice of Manyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406711453291558817noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-41080737479385216962010-09-14T19:33:00.000-07:002010-09-14T19:33:30.587-07:00A Bum's DreamI have this dream. It's a bum's dream. I read online about a man in Utah in the States who lives in a cave with no money. Something in me soars at the idea.<br />
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Of course it's a utopian dream that the ground which we walk upon and which sustains us could be free, not fenced off into small commodities that people shore up into their bank accounts.<br />
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I know that will never happen. And anyway, the songlines were broken up. How else would a people live on this land when the songlines were broken up? But nevertheless, dreaming is still free.<br />
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Living in a cave would be a crazy, wild and whacky thing to do, as far removed from my present reality as the thought of not having to pay a thousand bucks' rent a month, of having to do jobs I despise, of being paid to do things I like. But everything changes, and strange things are realities. Indeed, one of my best friends lived in a cave in Spain for eight months, hardly spending a cent, doing yoga in the sunrise.<br />
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I wonder if you lived in a cave in Buchan, or the Grampians, how long it would take for the authorities weed you out and move you on. Back in the thirties in the Great Depression, itinerants set up camp in the land at the end of Dudley Street and along the Moonee Ponds Creek, over 60 humpies. They flew under the radar until World War II because this area was considered a wasteland of sorts, under nobody's jurisdiction.<br />
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What a grace the wastelands are.<br />
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The authorities do not like people to clutter up the landscape in this way today. It gets in the way of tourism. Cluttering up the landscape with your need is an ill-considered spectacle when there are housing estates that contain like-minded blocks with the same coloured roof tiles, their doors shut tight against each other.<br />
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I worked for several years in the CBD of Melbourne, transcribing court cases acted in by lawyers and presided over by strangely attired judges. There were so many statutes and rules and sections of Acts to follow, handed down over the years, composed into tomes, that the situation right before them needed to conform into. The most interesting conversations I had on the streets of Melbourne at that time were with a homeless woman with a penchant for philosophising who the cops harassed regularly for cluttering up the outsides of Flagstaff Station. We sat on the ground together and ruminated on the nature of stuff. She had irregular dreads, irregular teeth, an irregular psychology that kept her out there. God, I loved my conversations with her. <br />
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She discovered, slowly, she was an artist in her preceding years living in the city. She sold her art, beautiful, complex geometric patterns on black paper, drawn with gold or silver gel pen, drawn almost in a trance, soothing and smoothing out her soul somehow. <br />
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I have an overactive nervous system. I have gone from one acronym to another, from CFS - chronic fatigue syndrome - to HSP - highly sensitive person. It's just a label, something for me to discard on a deeper level, something helpful in other ways to understand this body I inhabit. On a frazzled day, a visit to the shopping centre can send me almost spare, needing a good meditation session and a yoga session to boot, to recover me from the fluorescent lights, the plastic shit, the wafting anxiety of the people walking past to buy plastic shit, intent in the lie that they are different from, separate to, the other that they are hating in front of them, getting in their way.<br />
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I feel like I take in so much some days that it thumps my heart, floods my adrenals. Too much. I see too much, it revs up the circuitry. Like a 5/4 rhythm composed upon a jangle of nerves.<br />
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That's how it is some days. I think that's why the cave looks so good sometimes. Less need for working as long, space to think, to ponder, to piece together, no rent. Just as long as I had access to a shower, so the library would let me in to use their internet connection :)<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The supermarket washing powder aisle was one traversed with bated breath when I was living in the previous acronym, CFS. What they put in that shit I do not know, but the smell rammed itself in through my eyeballs and fuzzed up into my head. No one is so dirty that they need to get that clean. </div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-66380185200684106732010-06-05T19:57:00.000-07:002010-06-05T20:07:47.725-07:00the tale of Twitardia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_reW33ZQ1QJ0/TAsNv77aXoI/AAAAAAAAA4E/kE70n3WzXTI/s1600/twilight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_reW33ZQ1QJ0/TAsNv77aXoI/AAAAAAAAA4E/kE70n3WzXTI/s320/twilight.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_reW33ZQ1QJ0/TAsNxg38iqI/AAAAAAAAA4M/s7BD7yS0lpw/s1600/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_reW33ZQ1QJ0/TAsNxg38iqI/AAAAAAAAA4M/s7BD7yS0lpw/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" /></a></div>as far as i can tell it started with the books or movies or a combination of both.<br />
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i can't truly speak to everyone's experience and how they got TO Twitardia. but like i said it seems to have started for everyone with the books and movie. for some reason, for a population of women, Twilight completely smacked them upside the head and completely captured their imagination. captured isn't the right word. more like kidnapped. from what i understand from all of them they didn't see this coming. it came from out of nowhere and completely took their lives and irrevocably changed them forever.<br />
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i can't speak for all women, but i know that Erin devoured the books in a week. soon after, in talking with her friend who had originally given her the books, she found out that Stephanie Meyer (the author) had been working on a parallel novel to Twilight called Midnight Sun and was available online to read a portion. Stephaine Meyer however found out that her novel had been leaked online and vowed never to finish it. <br />
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that is of little consequence however as the damage had been done. from there many women found what is called "fanfic" which is short for Fan Fiction. fiction written by fans of the series. most of these stories are extremely sexual in nature and most are blatantly pornographic in nature. these stories enlived many women and gave birth to their sexual imaginations. in continually searching for more things of this nature online many women ended up coming across a little blog by the name of <a href="http://twitarded.blogspot.com/" target="_new">Twitarded.</a><br />
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begun Jan. 15th 2009 by two women who go by the names of Jenny Jerkface and Snarkier Than You. i DO know their real names, but since a woman's real name is about the most intimate thing these women can share with one another i will not violate that trust here. this blog is THE Twilight blog for this neighborhood. hence the name "Twitardia" for this grouping of blogs. this blog has over 1500 followers, posts daily, and is a massive, MASSIVE gathering of fun, wit, sarcasm, and smut. it has grown so big, the comments so numerous, and the emails of admiration and fangirlness that it has begun to take over the lives of JJ & STY. so recently they added a 3rd partner named Latchkey Wife (aka LKW). <br />
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it is what i have dubbed the Ellis Island of Twitardia. women end up tumbling down the rabbit hole and finding them. they come in search of a new land for this new life they have found for themselves. they are given a new name, become acclimated for a while, and eventually go forth into the new land of promise to stake their own claim.<br />
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when i found this group of blogs through Erin, at her behest, they were a group whose postings consisted largely of excitement about upcoming Twilight events (movies, soundtracks, ruminations over the books), varying sexy pics of the male celebrities, sexual stories, comments filled with what they call "smexiness" (smutty sexiness) and lots of game playing. they love to do things as a big group, play games with one another, and Fridays are big days for that. things such as Fact or Crap, Drunk Mad Libs, and the Friday Fun Five (a post in which a guest bogger asks the group 5 questions and everyone answers.) <br />
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this is enough for now i think. this is just a little background on the place. i will return however with the introduction and evolution of Mr. Pantz, how i got there, how i got sucked back into the bloggy world, and why i feel like god had the Mad Hatter tumble down a rabbit hole of his own into a world filled with much shaded pain and many troubled marriages...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-23361597371051431812010-05-31T16:47:00.000-07:002010-05-31T19:51:42.181-07:00heeeyyyy, youuuuuu guuuuuuuuyyyyyyyyys!!!!!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_reW33ZQ1QJ0/TARKdG78RRI/AAAAAAAAA30/PfJ5PKI0CFE/s1600/HRSFW+Manga.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_reW33ZQ1QJ0/TARKdG78RRI/AAAAAAAAA30/PfJ5PKI0CFE/s320/HRSFW+Manga.bmp" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Loooong time no talk! probably confused by the profile, but that is my new bloggy name and my new bloggy face in my new bloggy neighborhood. this is jON!!!!!! lots been happening. in fact, my life bears absolutely no resemblance whatsoever to my life the last time we spoke. which is a VERY VERY good thing. i cannot believe or contain all of the blessings that are being poured out on us right now. but i don't have time. busy job, busy family (we just bought a house!!!!!), and the rest is being eaten up by my new bloggy life. i tumbled down the rabbit hole into another neighborhood filled with women who are absolutely addicted to the Twilight books, movies, and actors contained therein. Not my cup of tea, but Erin(my wife) introduced me to them and I got sucked back into (blog). Now, tonight, at midnight American Central Standard time I will be launching my blog The Hubtard live for the first time and wanted to invite you all to drop by and check out the fun. I have been posting little pop culture clips for the past month but tonight is my first real post. It will certainly be something else... compared to something else... but i would love to have you all over again. so, if you've got nothing better to do and poking yourself in the eye with a stick is out, maybe you'll want to pop in and see what's up? LOVE to hear from all of you again!!!!<br />
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here's the link: <a href="http://thehubtard.blogspot.com/" target="_new">The Hubtard</a><br />
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love you all and hope that life has been just as kind to you and yours as it has to me and mine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-66947235198745992492010-04-13T23:35:00.000-07:002010-04-13T23:36:49.411-07:00Tyler DawnJust a quick note. Wanted to pop in here and say Happy Anniversary and hope that the move to California is going well! <br /><br />Love ya sweetie!!Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08283586290804985847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-17559833299718345112010-03-21T15:00:00.000-07:002010-03-21T13:27:32.888-07:00hello! sunday brief (well not so brief actually)hello friends! So how is everybody?! Wondering about Tyler, Jon...<br />I know I haven't posted here in a very long time... (I disappeared for almost a year... you can read my blog for those of you who don't know...)<br />Anyway, I got this random devotional in my inbox from DaySring and, though a bit cheesey, I thought it was encouraging. It kinda made me think of you all "foul weather friends." Is there really any other kind of friends?- Maybe all-weather friends.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />How Can We Walk Through Life's Rain With You?<br /><br />I wish I had a big red umbrella that would keep all the rain out of your life. I would hold it over your head and the drops would splash, splash and you would never even feel them.<br /><br />But I don't have a big red umbrella...so I'll walk through the rain with you.<br /><br />God doesn't intend for us to go through our storms alone. We all need our "foul weather friends" who will venture out into the weather with us.<br /><br />There are two questions we must answer to not only survive but thrive through life's storms;<br /><br />Who will walk through the rain with us? And will we let them?<br /><br />Friends love through all kinds of weather. Proverbs 17:17 MSG<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Devotional quote from the 365 Day Inspirational Calendar, Rain on Me based on the book, by Holley Gerth</span>.</span></blockquote><br /><br />I'll share my latest- <br />We are in the process of moving to Arizona at end of the month. My husband hasn't yet found a <span style="font-weight:bold;">for sure</span> full-time job. A couple prospects and many opportunities. But prayers are indeed needed. I know some of you have been mindful of us, and we are so thankful! Please continue to keep us in your prayers. We also have to find a new home and we will be staying with my brother until then. The job really has to come first!?!<br />Also, we'll be traveling with two cats for a 24 hour drive- NOT straight through, mind you. It could be interesting. I've been reading about it... Many people say kitty tranquilizers are usually in order. I was thinking more like people tranquilizers...<br />Well, I'm actually fairly peaceful at the moment. We had a good family time praying together this morning- totally unplanned- those are the best. We really realized how much we need to daily lean/trust the Spirit, who has the life we need in spite of the insanity- give us each day our daily bread... The blood still washes and makes new. (Not trying to sound religious- It's just true. sometimes i can forget)Manuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225303074990493529noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-47472610192430836752010-02-26T09:39:00.001-08:002010-02-26T09:39:28.701-08:00Sitting Down:sigh:<br />Hi guys... <br /><br />Can I just come sit down here for a bit? <br /><br />Thanks...One Voice of Manyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406711453291558817noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-65206585870552612292009-12-29T09:45:00.000-08:002009-12-29T09:47:10.961-08:00Happy Birthday ErinHappy Birthday to you<br />Happy Birthday to you<br />Happy Birthday dear Erin.......<br />Happy Birthday to you!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQl1OM3PQpY/SzpAh5XQahI/AAAAAAAABPo/ekZ6SMjg1Ac/s1600-h/Birthday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQl1OM3PQpY/SzpAh5XQahI/AAAAAAAABPo/ekZ6SMjg1Ac/s320/Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420716052572039698" border="0" /></a>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08283586290804985847noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-46080032900980691382009-12-25T15:43:00.001-08:002009-12-25T15:44:55.949-08:00SpammersI have a feed set for comments on this blog so the new comments all go into my reader. We have now come under the attack of spammers and advertisers. I still don't see any reason to moderate comments here, but I will remain watchful for these types of comments making it in here and will add the senders to the blocked list when possible.<br /><br />Merry Christmas to everyone!<br /><br />MikeMikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08283586290804985847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-72205956901549646442009-12-01T07:44:00.001-08:002009-12-01T07:45:41.178-08:00Happy Birthday Sue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQl1OM3PQpY/SxU6BE-zTVI/AAAAAAAABPc/MElYcgdBXBU/s1600/Birthday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQl1OM3PQpY/SxU6BE-zTVI/AAAAAAAABPc/MElYcgdBXBU/s320/Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410294317546949970" border="0" /></a>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08283586290804985847noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-91633277905879683952009-11-16T11:08:00.000-08:002009-11-16T11:13:11.326-08:00Peace for JonMany here know Jon, who started this site. He had embarked on a new journey of a tough new job. He recently is struggling with some things that has his spirits very low. If you could say a prayer of support for him, it would be greatly appreciated. It is one of the things that we felt a loss of when our father died. Every day he prayed for each and everyone of us, his children. That love and devotion of Him is missed sadly, but it was felt. Only as a loss when it was gone, for it was always there when he was alive. But Jon would greatly appreciate the prayers. Thanks.Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286219824281974297noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-6569249209539083352009-11-13T17:48:00.000-08:002009-11-13T18:02:35.120-08:00Heading Back into CommunityHey everybody,<br /><br />I am thinking seriously about heading back into some sort of Christian community and oh, boy, it doth open up all sorts of worm cans :) It scares me so much!!<br /><br />The man I was talking to regarding this was very understanding and it's been quite heartwarming. The plan was to go and meet up with these people in their regular Wednesday night meal they all share together. Woke up on Wednesday with 148 different kinds of fears running round my head. It felt almost sort of demonic, actually. Creepy, you know?<br /><br />And I thought, "Wow, boy, okay. These fears are pretty strong and so I need to unpack them a little," rather than just wanting to breeze into something. I have this tendency to just shove down my disquiet sometimes and it's not to be borne, I'm afraid. The part of me that rocks is too enamoured with reality and groundedness for me to just go into something without dealing with these fears and talking to Papa about them.<br /><br />So it's been an interesting few days for me. I have really reasserted to myself that I am in fact some sort of a contemplative (which is really no surprise) and that what I am scared of is that going into some sort of community I will feel coerced by the pace and doingness of the other people in the group. That I will find myself doing things that I don't actually want to do simply because everyone else is doing them and that they are good things, you know?<br /><br />It's so scary, feeling this fear (often quite subconscious) that to be a part of a group you somehow have to lop off parts of yourself and do things differently than the rhythm of your life says (and the Spirit breath says). It has been all kinds of interesting to begin to separate the strands of what it means for me to be myself within community, with the desire to be part of something bigger than myself and to be in a space of loving and being loved. Combine that with those "deny yourself" phrases that Jesus spoke and it's no wonder that so many of us have struggled with maintaining ourselves within communities. We thought that Jesus' words were all about lopping off parts of yourself to fit in, but these days I tend to think that he was referring to those big ego parts of ourselves, the parts that wish to be powerful, to lord it over others, to be right, to be superior, to be always utterly in control.<br /><br />And so yes, I'm happy to deny myself in those ways. Well, happy to an extent (my ego hates and fears it). But alongside it I'm also terrified. Because giving up control sometimes feels very much like opening yourself up to be abused, and I've had enough of that in my life that sometimes I still get the two mixed up - maybe not so much in my mind, but stll sometimes in my heart. Enough to send me into near panic at the thought of getting involved in community, something which I pant for on the other hand.<br /><br />Ahhh, paradoxes :)<br /><br />(And BTW this group is particularly understand of all of these sorts of thoughts. They do not pressure people to get involved beyond what they wish. It actually seems ultra fluid and about relationships rather than pandering to some created structure. It's all exciting ... but still totally scary too).Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-32069775073273012282009-10-09T20:01:00.000-07:002009-10-09T20:10:20.943-07:00Saddened By The SilenceThis is mainly for Tyler Dawn, but also for anyone else that comes here. This was to be a place that we could come together to find support from our communtiy that we had formed. I do not meed much support at the moment, but am more than willing to give it. But I have been saddened by the silence. What had started out so vibrantly, has started to shrivel and die. I thought that by putting anything on here to get any discussion going again might be good. Revive it a little. But like any relationship that has value, it needs to be worked for. So I will commit to coming here regularly to give support to any asking, and would ask that we could get the same commitment from others that are willing. We ALL need support from time to time, and this community has helped me through some very tough ones. The loss of my father, Jobs, high stress situations, and for that I am forever thankful. My hope is that we can keep this place of sanctuary going for all of those that may need it.Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286219824281974297noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-4202660543527481612009-10-03T02:01:00.000-07:002009-10-03T02:03:21.446-07:00ApologiesDidn't mean to offend you ... I have removed the posts<br /><br />My apologies<br /><br />Hope you and yours get well soonUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-41936113212113053682009-09-29T14:17:00.000-07:002009-09-29T14:22:59.814-07:00taking my leavehey guys, I realise no one comes here much anymore, and i see that it has pretty much become a bully pulpit and a sounding board where things that would normally be put on personal blogs are showing up.<br /><br />This started out as a support group and then it died off, but i came here today seeing health reform being pushed/clarified/whatever, and seeing just stuff that has not much to do with coming together and supporting each other so I am taking my name off the roll. I just don't feel comfortable having the rahab's Kitchen logo on my blog saying this is a safe place for a hug and a cookie to have someone come and find political stuff.<br /><br />I love you all, i just can't deal with all of this anymore. This was a place to love each other, and i thought this stuff was for our personal blogs. I for one have a full plate of grief right now and came here wanting to share, but this feels partisan and feels negative. I have enough of that right now with a houseful of swine flu and a bunch of other stuff i would not want to discuss here with the way it looks.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-85999347615020893742009-08-09T20:10:00.000-07:002009-08-09T20:11:57.129-07:00ProvidenceI quit my job in Savannah, GA, because I hated it, and Savannah. But I had a real feeling of peace about it. It only took two weeks in this economy for me to get another job. One that I did not apply for. One where I did not know anyone. But they still called me. That is called providence, and for that I am thankful.Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286219824281974297noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-83861580326346696172009-07-24T07:45:00.000-07:002009-07-24T07:47:57.879-07:00immediate intercession, pleasehey, gang. not sure if anyone gets back here at all anymore, but i am sending out the word that your prayers are needed. my sister-in-law has miscarried several times and is pregnant again. she recently found out that although the baby still has a heart beat, her uterus is filling with blood and it doesn't look good. nothing short of a miracle will save her, so ask for one. thanks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-20879981222006280002009-07-15T16:15:00.000-07:002009-07-15T16:20:30.265-07:00The best birthday present EVER!Tomorrow morning I will be coming out of an extended time of prayer and fasting, where I had chosen a few things that were near and dear to my heart to really concentrate on. Well, today is my 40th birthday and I got a call in response to one of my most heartfelt prayers -- my sons are getting the sibling they have been praying for over the last year.<br /><br />Our beautiful birthmother Stephanie is 4 weeks (2 weeks) pregnant after battling secondary infertility (the inability to conceive a second pregnancy)! And she is due on the boys' birthday! I am just praising God that she and her husband Ryan are being so abundantly blessed!<br /><br />Andy came to me about a year ago and told me, out of the blue, that he was praying for a baby sister -- and I told him he had to talk to his Mamma Stephanie about it.<br /><br />I am on cloud 9 tonight!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-17325904486467456832009-07-15T10:20:00.000-07:002009-07-15T10:21:03.246-07:00Happy Birthday Tyler DawnHappy Birthday Sweetie. I hope it's a great one!!Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08283586290804985847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-14512907787636077612009-05-06T13:05:00.000-07:002009-05-06T13:14:35.525-07:00Hello Out There?So, what has happened to our little community? It seems to have fizzled out. I'm just curious...are we all too busy? Has facebook taken over our computer time? Are we all heading in different directions now on this journey? I believe it is all of the above for me. The weather is warm enough to play outside, and my kids demand much of my attention. The little time I seem to have squeezed out for myself has all but disappeared these days. I hope you are all doing well.KariBryanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17569456393417911543noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-37020459458415217242009-03-31T09:05:00.000-07:002009-03-31T09:06:30.090-07:00Good news and bad newsThe bad news is that Buddug, my favourite ferret, died last night.<br /><br />The good news, for those who've been praying for me, is that I've found out that my job is safe, as someone else has taken voluntary redundancy.<br /><br />Needless to say, I have rather mixed emotions at the moment.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8090606322762477137.post-26845810236880811852009-03-09T08:24:00.000-07:002009-03-09T08:42:22.895-07:00prayer pleasewell, we had a HUGE historical tree (100+ yrs old) in our back yard fall down yesterday... It is massive (I will post pictures on my blog soon!) It was intensely windy and I can't believe it fell down... It is SO shocking how it was uprooted... Anyway, it damaged some of our neighbor's property but not much really! No one was hurt, thankfully, and our house was miraculously intact. (The wind was so strong I remember saying a prayer off the top of my head, "God, keep us safe..." and he did!)<br />Please pray the insurance will cover the removal costs, etc. It is bound to cost A LOT and we honestly can't afford it...<br />ThanksManuelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225303074990493529noreply@blogger.com8