Summer is far spent. I can hardly believe that August is nearly halfway over. We in southwest Arkansas have had our usual smorgasborg of weather. Horrible heat and humidity, tumultuous thunderstorms, and even calming cool winds have been on our plate this summer. Just when the grass near the outer edges of our yard, where the pavement and earth meet, began to turn brown, the heavens would send forth the sustaining drink it needed. We then watched it turn green with fatness. I fell asleep many a night with the cicadas and crickets singing me their song. I would lie and think about the nights, many moons ago, when I would stretch out on my parents’ bed on a summer’s night, under the big window in their room, and stare out at the full or half moon through the leaves of the tree that stood there. My Dad would be beside me, telling me about my Granddad, who died before my birth, or some other story from his youth. He would sing “I see the moon, the moon sees me, down through the leaves of the old oak tree. Please let the light that shines on me, shine on the one I love.” I can still hear his plain, but altogether pleasant voice in the pockets of my memory. A few tears would creep to the corners of my eyelids, spilling over and down my cheek. I made not a sound in the darkness, not wanting to disturb my husband’s sleep. I silently savored my memories that summer night, and each one since. But I haven’t done this all summer, though I intended to.

I didn’t realize that I had become so focused on my agenda until about six weeks ago. I thought that since I had been taking my children to the library, the park, and swimming, that I was enjoying them. But then, something happened – well, several somethings happened – that helped me see that true enjoyment requires one to be concentrating or thinking about the moment. I saw that I was thinking “How will we ever pay off my stupid dental bill?” when my daughter came to tell me about the latest book she was reading. I was planning a grocery list, and lamenting over the yet another bill, when my four year old wanted to have a conversation. I was becoming irate when my time at the computer (my one and only hobby) was interrupted with “I hurt my head!!!!” from my two year old, and at the same time my two older children needing a settlement to some minor dispute. I wasn’t enjoying any of these moments at all. I was too preoccupied with my own plans or concerns. (A nice word for worries.)

Then, one day, while busily doing my laundry and nodding “Uh-huh” to my four year old’s chatter, I stopped short.

What was she saying?

“Leslie, what did you just say?” I asked.

“I was just telling you about my favorite recipe.” She said.

I had caught a few words here and there, but I wasn’t listening. It sounded like she was giving me a recipe! (Her own version, of course.) I quickly grabbed my pen and notebook and asked her, while sitting on the floor and giving her my undivided attention, if she could please tell me again.

“Okay.” She said. The following is her words:

How to Make French Chip by Leslie BashamSpread the chips on the pan. Put it in the oven at 600 degrees for one hour. Put peas in a pan. Take the chips out of the oven and pour them into a bowl with the peas. Then add green beans. Add more chips, then chocolate syrup and sprinkles and pickles.How to Make Chocolate Chip CookiesGet $2 and two dimes from Daddy. Then go to the store and buy dough. Get dough rolled up in a pan. Add chocolate syrup and chocolate chips. Bake at 400 for six hours.How to Make French CookiesRoll out dough with a rolling pin, flat. Add chocolate and sprinkles. Bake at 400 for fourteen hours. Take a fork and dig in and poke holes all over it.


I have no idea where she learned to cook! 🙂 I do make my own cookie dough, but apparently she prefers store bought! She also seems fixated on chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Later, I remembered that we had been eating vanilla ice cream with – yep – chocolate syrup and sprinkles – for dessert that week.

I received a lot of enjoyment from listening to her narrative. When I think back on this conversation, I can’t help but chuckle at her ideas of cooking. I also worry a little that she’ll be trying to cook this way as a grown woman! 🙂  My laundry must be done, that’s for sure. So must the cooking and cleaning, and there is even a place for my one and only hobby, too! But I don’t want to forget that these moments of my life will never return. I must enjoy them –truly enjoy them.

I apologize to you, cyber- friends, for being away a lot recently. Internet problems and vacation have kept me away. But I expect to be away more in the coming months than I have been this summer. I intend to focus more on the blessings in my life, and on the people that matter most to me. You see, I almost missed a golden moment of time completely… and all because of laundry.

Valerie

I had only been married for three years when 9/11 occurred. I had one child, who had just turned two years old. The next day, I, along with the rest of the nation, was reeling from the shock and sadness of those events when the phone rang. My husband was at work, and I was home trying to stay busy, but mostly staying glued to the television set. The voice on the phone was a lady from our church. She was a kind lady in her fifties.

“Valerie, I just wanted to tell you that the word is out that gas prices are going through the roof. I wanted to let you all know so that you could go gas up now, before they raised the prices.” She told me this very sweetly and calmly. I liked this lady, and always thought her to be very level headed. But I was shocked at what she was telling me! She was scaring me with her “doomsday” outlook. I politely told her thank you and hung up the phone. I knew price gouging was against the law, but what could I do about it? What if I couldn’t afford to gas up now?

I then thought “This woman is trying to scare me, and I’m scared enough already. I am not going to worry about gas prices.” Sure enough, that evening our Governor, Mike Huckabee, gave a televised message, assuring Arkansans that price gouging was against the law and would not be happening in the gas stations and stores in our state without penalty. God spared us of a gasoline shortage, or of any looting and rioting during this awful time in our history.

Here we are, nearly eight years later, and we have a liberal man by the name of Barack Obama in the White House. We have a democratic Congress which equals President Obama’s “free pass” to invoke any law which he deems good. He plans to socialize medicine and increase our national debt more than any president in history. This is scaring many people. I will not say that I’m not concerned. I have prayed for, and communicated with, my representatives more than I ever did when Bush was in office. Is that a bad thing? No, in fact, I should have been praying and communicating before!

I am a member of several theological-based sites and forums. The prevailing emotion on many of these fundamental websites regarding our country is fear. Anger would be a close second. They are afraid of Obama. They are angry at Christians for allowing him to enter the White House in the first place. They spend their time reading newspapers – published by liberals – and venting their frustrations online. Do these “ventings” do any good? No. They have the same doomsday sound that my friend had eight years ago. Rush Limbaugh calls this “fear mongering”. I hate being bullied into fear, yet, I will succumb if I read the news too much or the posts written by my fellow fundamental doomsayers.

I don’t usually get in on these debates, because I really don’t have time. I did, however, want to share some thoughts about fear and doomsayers that might encourage you…and me.

1. Barack Obama did not de-throne the Lord. God is still seated securely on His throne in Heaven, ordering the universe with His divine hand. (Psalm 145:13)
2. God is sovereign. He allowed Barack Obama to become President of this great nation. We may have voted the way we felt was right, but God made the final decision. (Psalm 75:7)
3. We, the saved, are God’s children. God will not forsake His own. Whatever happens to us has been through God’s special “filter” for our lives. He has allowed it. (Romans 8:28)
4. To proclaim that “once America falls, it’s all over for the rest of the world” is a very prideful statement. Yes, America was founded upon Christian principles, but God loves Europe just as much as America. Who says we’re better than Asia? I am so thankful to be an American, but I believe God loves the world. (John 3:16) That’s why our church supports foreign missionaries.
5. We must keep our eyes upon our King, and not our President. Certainly, we must pray for President Obama, but picketing him or spitting on his photo in the New York Times will not help. Don’t worry about the White House, let the God of the universe take care of that. (Proverbs 21:1)
6. If, in fact, the time is short, (and I believe it is) then we should start telling the world around us about the wonderful Son of God who came to give them eternal life. That will keep us too busy to read the papers. (John 9:4)
7. God didn’t give us this spirit of fear, (2 Tim. 1:7) so who do you think has? Well, it could be the Devil. Or it could just be our own nasty flesh. Either way, we’re wrong for choosing to fear.
8. We are commanded to give thanks for everything, (1 Thess. 5:18) even a President who seems to be destroying all that our country was founded upon. Perhaps these hard times will bring about revival in our country? Or, maybe in my own heart? I can at least be thankful that I serve a risen Savior, and not a man!

Last time I checked, worry was still a sin. I am a worrier from way back – there, I admit it! It’s wrong and I’m sorry! Let’s not give in to the sin of worry when it comes to our nation. God will take care of His own. Remember the Israelites in Egypt? God did not make them endure the plagues, He protected them. He can still do that today.

Valerie

Recently, and I’m so sorry for not remembering the actual date, Terry took Lauren and Mitchell fishing. They all three had their poles, their bait, and their spot on the bank of Lake Huckabee. Lauren and Terry stared silently at their bobbers, waiting the slightest hint of movement so they could quickly reel in the “big one”. Mitchell fidgeted, looked around, talked, wiggled, and fidgeted some more. I really don’t think he cared at all about catching a fish! But…you guessed it. He was the only one to catch one! A BIG one! And this is no fish story…I mean, it’s not a lie! 🙂

Here are the photos to prove it!

 Mitch proudly displays the catfish he caught. We didn’t weigh it, but it was a good size for a six year old boy to reel in alone. Terry didn’t help him at all. He and Lauren just cheered him on! He’s really growing up…sniff…sniff.

The whole fishing gang with Mr. Catfish – well, Laci wasn’t there, but she ended up in this photo!
 Lauren got a ruler to measure the fish. It was close to 18″, give or take an inch! The kids were really excited!
 Mitchell’s catch brought ooo’s and aahh’s from everyone, even the little girls! (I wonder what Laci’s thinking?)

 Mr. Catfish got fried. Terry usually releases the fish, but since this was the kids’ first catch of their very own (Mitch shared the victory with Lauren), he let them keep it. There was just enough for two miniature fishermen!
It looks like they enjoyed it! 🙂

Valerie

Mitchell was so excited to join the cub scouts in March of this year. I have posted a few photos of him wearing his cute little uniform, but I haven’t posted anything about his activities with the scouts. (Am I supposed to say “cute little uniform” when talking about my son? Probably not. Oh well. I just can’t help it! It’s so…CUTE!)

Today, I would like to share something about the fun he’s had in Cub Scouts. He has been wanting me to post about Cub Scouts so his Nana, Aunt Melanie, and his cousins – David Allen, Andrew, and Stephen – can see what he’s been up to. I’m finally honoring his request. So this post is for Mitchell, my cute little Scout! 🙂
On April 25, 2009, Mitch had the opportunity to compete in the Rain Gutter Regatta with his pack. It is quite a big deal. They all received little boat kits and then had to go home and assemble them. It made for some excellent quality time with Dad. Terry and Mitchell did a great job with their boat. Even though Mitchell didn’t win a single race in this double elimination “tournament”, he had a great time. Lauren cried when he lost, but Mitchell just grinned and didn’t bat an eye. He truly enjoyed himself. He embodied the saying “It’s not about winning, but about having fun.” 🙂

Mitchell’s boat is the black one in the middle. We never even thought about decorating it! (blushing) We’ll know next time, though! 🙂

The event was held at a park in our town. Laci couldn’t resist the temptation to head for the playground. Terry got a in a little exercise before the fun started! I would have gone to get her, but I had to take pictures! 🙂

Finally, we found a good place for her to sit and watch. It was a front row seat!

Mitchell worked hard to win, but while this photo doesn’t show it, he ended up losing. Twice 😦 
Sorry it’s so dark!
Losing didn’t seem to dampen his joyful heart. He was one happy camper…I mean scout!


While Mitchell was waiting for his race to begin, Laci spilled a lady’s cup of coffee on herself. She was very unhappy to say the least. What a sad face!

When all of the competitive races were over, the den leaders allowed the kids to race again, just for fun. Lauren even got to participate this time! Mitchell competed in two “just for fun” races and won both! We were all so excited for him. I just happened to capture this candid image, just as the race ended. His sincere joy and delight are so wonderful to see. I will treasure this photo of him forever.

THE WINNER!

Valerie

Hello friends and neighbors! I am just popping in once again to remind you to please stop by and visit my new site.(Does this sound like begging? Good…because I am!) It is http://www.valeriebasham.com
Also, if you have a link to me, please change that link to the above address.My new site is called “The Bishop’s Wife” 🙂

Thank you!

It’s finally here! This revolutionary vitamin will reduce stress dramatically by totally removing all guilt from your life. No more guilt about not having enough money! No more guilt about not reading enough to your children! No more guilt about not sending them to gymnastics, soccer, piano, violin and girl or boy scouts! And what about this one: No more guilt about not losing that 10 (or 20) pounds you’ve been saying you’d lose for the last four years! That’s right, ladies. you will be able to live a guilt free life by only taking one, that’s right, ONLY ONE of these pills a day! You will see a skip in your step and a twinkle in your eye as you enjoy the benefits of taking Guilt-Away! Try some TODAY! I can promise, you won’t feel guilty about it at all!

*Sigh*

If only this were true.I dreamed up the above paragraph while loading my dishwasher. I was feeling guilty about the fact that I have been late celebrating the birthdays of my two younger children. Both of them had delayed 2nd birthdays due to my lack of organization and some sickness. I was very late – as in weeks! I took advantage of the fact that they were only two, and didn’t really understand about birthdays.
I feel guilty about not losing the fifteen pounds that’s been on me for the last four years. With every tiny bite of chocolate, guilt sweeps over me to the point I don’t even enjoy it. I feel that people are staring at me thinking  “She should NOT be eating that!”

I feel guilty when it takes me more than a week to get thank you notes written.
I feel guilty for hardly ever taking my kids to the library.
I feel guilty whenever I spend time on my hobbies, instead of cleaning, organizing, or reading those books to my children.
I feel guilty when I think about how much more I should be teaching my children.
And the list goes on and on…

I wanted to see what the Bible says about guilt,  but guilt isn’t a Hebrew word. In your King James Bible, the word “guilt” used in Deuteronomy 19:13 and 21:9 is italicized. This means that the translators did not have an equivalent English word for that particular Hebrew word, so they came as close as they could. The word “guilt” only occurs two times in our Bible.

Guilt is another way of feeling condemned. In fact, condemn means to pronounce to be guilty; sentence to punishment. Condemnation means the state of being condemned. A condemned person is guilty of some crime.

As a lost sinner, I was indeed a condemned person. My sins were sending me to Hell. On June 12, 1993, I received a pardon from the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. I was freed from that condemnation! Hallelujah! Now, I am a new creature according to 2 Corinthians 5:17.  Romans 8:1 says  There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. Why then, do I go around with a feeling of guilt or condemnation? I am not a condemned person.
I believe I feel guilt for several reasons: (Note: this is not an exhaustive study. Just some thoughts.)

1. I am focusing on me and my efforts, when I should be focusing upon the Lord alone.
2. I am comparing myself to others, and therefore, trying to please them all! I should be focusing on trying to do what God  wants me to do.
3. I am not praying as I should (ouch!) therefore, I am not leaving my concerns, problems, and fears with the Lord. Instead, I carry them around with me.
4. I am not meditating upon scripture, I’m mediating on carnal, earthly things. They might be good things, but they are temporal, and I should be focused on eternal things.

My “Guilt-Away”:
Indications: A euphoric feeling of joy and gladness, a smile that cannot be wiped away easily, a peaceful mind, and a song in the heart. Guilt and Worry will melt away when used properly.
Warnings: No side effects are associated with this treatment.
Directions: Do once daily, or as often as needed.
One dose daily of Bible reading.
Once dose of fervent prayer time.
Meditation on scripture whenever symptoms begin to re-appear.

Forgiven forever,
Valerie

I really appreciate ALL of you dear blogger friends who have added a link to my blog on yours. I have recently re-located in cyberspace. I would like to ask you who link to me, to please change the link to my new blog. Eventually, I would like to take the posts on this blog, and import them to my new one. Or, at least some of them! I’m sorry to put you to any trouble, but I do appreciate it. I want everyone to be able to find me. Well, everyone that wants to find me. Which may not be very many. In fact, maybe no one wants to find me! (That weird paranoid feeling is sweeping over me. I’m reaching for a brown paper sack to prevent hyperventilating.)

Please. Only do it if you have time. Thank you!

My new address is:
http://www.valeriebasham.com

PS I’m not really hyperventilating. I was just kidding. (Big toothy grin) Have a great day!

…that I’ve moved! My new blog is located at http://www.valeriebasham.com
Please remember to bookmark the above link and visit anytime! The site is still under construction, therefore, your patience is appreciated. 🙂

Thank you!

I have been a tad bit overwhelmed. I picked a horrible time to begin learning a new website! But as I explained in a previous post, Tim stepped in as a cyber-hero and bailed me out.  My husband and I  are also planning a 24 hour trip to a couples retreat in Branson, Missouri, this Friday and Saturday. Our church Valentine Banquet is tomorrow night. My mom arrives tomorrow to babysit and yes, my house is a wreck.  Our whole family is leaving on Monday, February 16, for a week long trip to visit family and for Terry to preach a conference. I have to pack for five of us for that. I have Super Church to prepare for…and did I mention homeschooling?? No? Well add that one on, too! I have been very frustrated. I have been very unhappy. Okay, let’s be real. I’ve been crabby! I’ve been snapping at my children, thinking negative thoughts, and yes, I’ve even stooped to whining. It hasn’t been pretty.I’ve  been  hearing my voice saying things like, “Have you finished that yet?” “Why not?” “That reason isn’t good enough!” I’m not yelling at them, but I’m very perturbed. My tone has been downright unpleasant. It’s almost as though I’m outside of myself hearing my voice and in total denial that it’s really me saying it. But it is.

I left the room for only a moment to go answer the telephone. I took a message for my husband and came back into the room only to see my daughter scurrying away from my computer desk and smiling. I scrunched up my nose and said “Are you finished? I need you to finish, I have A LOT to do today.” And, as those last words left my lips,  I see that on the screen, where I had opened up a new, blank Word document (to write questions for my Super Church lesson) were the words: I love you mom. The cursor blinked at me beside the word mom. It might as well been a neon sign saying “SHE LOVES YOU, YOU IDIOT. AND YOU DON’T DESERVE IT”.

Conviction washed  over me. I had been so busy with my agenda, my goals,my problems that I had gotten my priorities out of order. I have my devotions daily, but I’m afraid that lately my mind has been elsewhere. I have to adjust my focus. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to do that. I apologized to her right away, and I will do the same to my other children, and my husband, when they return from an errand.
I wish I never got things out of order. I wish I could be calm and serene while the storms rage around me. I wish…I wish I were perfect. I thank the Lord, though, that He understands that I’m not perfect. He is ready to forgive me when I come to Him with a contrite heart. I’m sorry to tell you that I have to do that a lot.
My house may not be clean when I depart for the north on February 16. I may even forget someone’s socks. But I will be doing my best to show love, and enjoy the love, that is around me.

I’m so thankful the Lord taught me a lesson through my nine year old girl. I’m so thankful that He taught me in time for me to show true love to my family this Valentine’s Day.

Valerie

Okay, after having the brilliant idea of designing my own website, and doing it myself, Tim Irvin made it possible! 🙂 It didn’t quite workout the way I had planned. It was really hard, you guys! I thank the Lord for smart church members! 🙂

I would like to invite you to join me at my new website: Click here! And please bookmark me! 🙂

It’s still a work in progress, but I just couldn’t wait any longer!

I count it honor to visit with you, so from the bottom of my heart, I thank you!