Saturday, August 27, 2011

Value

I was introduced to a book, written by Jane Wolf, that has so much good in it, that I want to summarize her thoughts on the subject of value. The book is "Stepping Out", and Jane is on the staff at Salem Alliance.

When it comes to our value, "The word of our Creator is the ultimate source by which we see and comprehend our value, our worth, and our significance...the scriptures state our value by telling us that we are made in God's very image, that our names are written on His hands, that He sings over us, that He follows us with His own eyes, that He knows every detail of our lives, that he was willing to die for us. He has even counted every hair on our heads! His actions are evidence that we are loved and valuable to Him. God valued us so much that, even after we walked away from His good plan for us, He gave His only Son to buy us back. He gave this unselfish sacrifice while we were not His friends, but with our brokenness and self-centeredness in full view. This means we are loved. This demonstrates that we were created with intrinsic value--value that is inherent, not dependent on our condition. We never ever lose that value."

Every time I read something like this, I want to shout it from the mountaintops: "God loves me. I am valuable." But then time goes by, and because of influences around me, I forget it. And I know that I am not alone, because I am around women of all ages who indicate by their own words that they are wondering about their value, too.

The chapter goes on to tell that value is learned. In just a few weeks, we will have a newborn in our family. He/she will be dependent on those around them to learn about their value. We will have the joy of helping them learn how much they are loved and about their value. That tiny baby won't have to do a thing. All of its needs will be met by the grownups in its life. There will be lots of learning going on, too. But in the case of a child who does not get the nurturing needed, they learn they are not valuable enough to be protected and may become an adult who doesn't know how to protect themselves. "She will then be routinely diminished, undervalued or violated in one manner or another...those thick, protective walls may leave her safe from violation but isolated and desperately alone."

We will soon learn that the newborn has needs that aren't too pleasant. There will be spit-ups, dirty diapers and more. "As parents patiently clean up and deal with the aftermath of these imperfections, the child will learn patience with herself. She will learn she is valuable even when things aren't convenient. As the child grows and is good-naturedly taught to clean up her own messes, she will mature. She will know how to accept her imperfections as part of her humanity." Just the opposite is also true. If parents have a lack of patience, continually fly into a rage over these inconveniences, as an adult, these imperfections will be a regular reminder that they are not valuable.

So the author presents the fact that as children we learn by what we've been taught through observation or through words. It's all we know. "What we learn--whether it is intentionally taught or not--will form who we become. If we don't learn as children that we are intrinsically loveable, valuable, and significant...we will be on a lifelong search for value, esteem and significance."

And so there ends up being lots of pain in our lives. But the great thing about pain is that it can lead us to seek out a place where we can begin to experience healing for that pain. That's where the STEPS programs at Salem Alliance comes in to help us. I have been taking advantage of these groups for over three years, and I have been asked to begin training to become a leader in one for women. Here is a church that realizes that there are folks out there who did not learn about how valuable they are. They've experienced pain. They've been disappointed by their church, and they have left it. But that same pain has begun a new search to find a place where healing can begin.

When I turned 40, my diminished eyesight made it necessary to get my first pair of glasses. The improvement in my vision was remarkable. But those glasses did not help me to see something that has been in front of me: hurting neighbors who do what they do because they do not know about their value. But my prayer is that the eyes of my heart will begin to develop new vision. The challenge is out there for recovery, rebuilding and restoration ministries. I've experienced healing, and I'm ready to be used by the Great Physician in whatever way He desires.


Sunday, June 26, 2011

Everywhere you look there are goats...


On Friday, Herm & I took Maya, Noah and Sarah to the Silver Creek Animal Sanctuary located in Silverton, OR. We came to look the place over and to volunteer doing whatever they needed us to do. This place rescues goats and llamas. They also have one dog and five cats. We helped load up the Kubota then walked up the hill to the place where the 87 goats and 5 llamas spend most of their time.

One of the jobs we were asked to do was to pick up poop. Note the gloves we were provided.


Waiting for everyone to assemble so we can continue up the hill to meet the goats. The animals have free range in the 20+ acres where the grass is nice and green right now.


We all enjoyed petting the goats that would allow us to do so. Some didn't and would walk away when we approached them.

Some of the goats are very "people friendly" as Sarah discovered.

They use a Kubota to haul supplies and themselves from the storage barn up the hill to where the goats live. The two ladies in the foreground are the co-managers and are mother and daughter.


As we walked up the hill to see the goats, we saw their curious stares as we approached. They are very curious animals.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Vacation Memories - 2011

Herm & I joined three of our children, their spouses and our grandchildren on Orcas Island in the San Juan Islands which are in Puget Sound north of Seattle. It was an hour-long ferry boat journey from Anacortes to the island, and the house we had rented was only 100 yds. from the water and had a view of Mt. Baker. We had a wonderful week enjoying some "firsts" for many of us including sailing, kayaking, fishing, clamming, beachcombing, bonfires, game playing, swinging, reading, golfing, and let's not forget the eating.




Saturday, June 11, 2011

Loving this scanner!!!!

October, 1966 - Chris Boes & Mary Carpenter/Blain

June, 1967 at Luther - Mom & Dad's first trailer; Herm's parents pop-up camper

May, 1964 - Herm's grandparents; taken on move back to MI

May, 1964 - Herm's grandparents came out to WA to help them move back to
MI. The green truck had dual exhaust stacks, and he loved
to drive that truck while in high school.

Chris Boes & Mary Carpenter (Blain) at Ft. Mackinac in 1968

Ron Foote & Jim Carpenter washing dishes at Camp Barakel in Sept., 1966

Canada fishing trip to Pacquet's - 1968

More of Canada fishing trip

SUCCESS!!!

Dorothy Carpenter and Mary Boes fixing the grub

Dedication of the new building at Eastmont Baptist Church.
I recognize Loren Stevens at far left with daughter Nancy next to him.
Mark & Gary Carpenter with Brandon Beelby next to Gary
Chris Boes, Jim Carpenter, Dorothy Carpenter, Marsha Boes (striped dress)
Herm Boes next to Marsha
At the other table is Bob Heidtke drinking beverage
Lady standing in rear in green dress is Emmy Jenks

I'd love to hear back from you regarding any details you may remember or any people you recognize so I can add it to this blog.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Loving the scanner



Herm got an Epson scanner for his birthday so that we could change our hundreds (probably a thousand, actually) of slides over to digital format. I chose these four for my first try at it, and it was pretty much trouble free and FAST!

Just hanging out on the swingset in the backyard of our house on Chappell in Moline, MI where Herm was the youth pastor for several years. Lots of good memories for me there and where I met my friend, Marjo.

Taken at Luther, MI where my parents owned property. It's Cyndi walking barefoot. The hat may have belonged to my brother, Gary.

Taken at Mt. Hood after we moved to Portland in 1983.

Taken at the house on Bel-Red Rd. Note the suit Herm is wearing is the one I made him after taking the Stretch & Sew class. While this house was probably one of the smallest and even what I would now call a "fixer upper", our kids remember it fondly.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

What I knew is true...

I have been attending a small group on Tuesday evenings, and it has forced me to look at myself, my marriage, my faith and a whole lot more.
Here's what I know to be true:
1) God loves me -- really and truly loves me. I have heard those words in the past, but I was unable to take them in. That is sometimes described as "having no place to hang" words of love. It's like a broken pitcher that can't hold water.
2) I am not the same woman as the day I got married. It's obvious I've grown in all areas of my life, but due to the nature of this group, I have been able to examine many of the things I was taught to be true and to make up my mind as to whether they were really true or not. It was not easy, since I had been taught to believe them by my parents, previous churches and a host of other sources.
3) The most rewarding part of this study was that my faith in God and His Word has remained solid -- rock solid. A healing continues in me, but the words of love that I find in the Bible, are more easily finding a home in me. This verse comforts me:

"The Lord your God is with you and is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
He will quiet you with His love.
He will rejoice over you with singing."
(Zeph. 3:17)

I recall the poem "Footprints" and the section that reads: "...He whispered, 'My precious child, I love you and will never leave you...ever...during your trials and testings, when you saw only one set of footprints...it was then I carried you'." That is so, so true. I can't make it on my own strength. I can't find my own way.
Here's a paragraph from my study guide: "It may be very difficult to imagine God so full of joy over you. This image is especially difficult for people who have been abandoned physically or emotionally. You may have been unwanted. You may have been criticized and rejected. You may have been abused at the hands of the people you needed most to comfort you. But we are not unwanted by God. We will not be rejected or abused by God. God delights in us. God longs to quiet our agitation and anxiety with love. God is so glad we are alive. God sings for joy! The Creator of the Universe takes delight in us and sings for joy!"
So I'm beginning to think different thoughts -- healthier thoughts -- and truthful thoughts. And I am the servant of a singing God.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Crafting

I have begun to make this room into a craft/sewing room.


The beginning of remodeling my sewing room. (It's the room downstairs where the furnace is.) I painted the peg board, and Herm hung it (with my help - it's HEAVY). You can see the turquoise colored clock, and that's two shelves (from Ikea) underneath the clock that still have to be put up on that wall.
I made this coat hanger for kids to use in our house. It's right by our front door. The sign was half price after Christmas. I turned it over since it says "Noel", spray painted it brown, glued on the three wooden shapes (3/$1) and put misc. drawer pulls on it. Sorry about the quality of the picture - the dog does have eyes.

This will probably be my preschool kids project for their moms for Mother's Day. I punched the daisy shape out of colored wrapping paper and mod podged it on the glass votives.

I got a Cricut Expression with some gift money, so I've been having lots of fun with it. The remaining pics show some projects I've done with the Cricut.

These plastic pots were from Dollar Tree (10 for $1). I glued them to the board, then I cut out the words with my Cricut. I used the paper that was left after cutting the letters and mod podged that to the pots (so that's the brown color of the pots showing through). I'm going to use these in my preschool classroom to store the extra crayons that I always have available. So when I hear someone saying they don't have a red crayon, for instance, rather than going through every single color, I can find one so much more easily.

This sign was also a discounted Christmas sign that said "Noel". I sanded off the word, painted the flat part with off-white paint and then antiqued it with a walnut stain. I painted the edges a dark brown, cut out the lettering with my Cricut which I then mod podged to the sign. I am working on three signs to hang under this sign, and when I get that part done, I'll post it.

This sign was one I got at Dollar Tree for 50 cents (half price after Christmas). Since it said Noel on it, I covered it with scrapbook paper. Then I used one of the letter cartridges to do the words plus a diffferent cartridge to do the designs on the sides. I glued small clothespins at the bottom of the sign to hold my socks til I find their mate.