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A Good Prayer

by coie - May 18th, 2009

I read this last night, and loved how it was worded, so I thought I’d keep a cyber record in case my trusty notebook gets lost, burned or dropped in the toilet.  It is an excerpt from the Southwell Litany for the Personal Life which I know nothing about, but was quoted in another book I am reading.

From moral weakness of spirit; from timidity; from hesitation; from fear of men and dread of responsibility, strengthen us with courage to speak the truth in love and self-control; and alike from the weakness of hasty violence and weakness of moral cowardice,

Save us and help us, we humbly beseech Thee, O Lord.

From weakness of judgment; from the indecision that can make no choice; from the irresolution that that carries no choice into act; and from losing opportunities to serve Thee,

Save us and help us, we humbly beseech Thee, O Lord.

Faithful Defiance

by coie - May 13th, 2009

There is a customer who comes into Home Depot that I refer to as “The Nazi”. His very character is assertive and leaves no room for argument. My first encounter with him went something like this.

Nazi: “What’s your nationality?”
Me: *funny look* “Uh, well, I’m mostly German-“
Nazi: “What’s your nationality?!”
Me: “I’m a mix of diff-“
Me: “Well, I’m trying-“
Nazi: “You’re AMERICAN!!!! That’s the problem with kids these days, they have no idea that they’re American. It’s no wonder America is turning out the way it is… [insert rambling rant]”

So for the last year and a half, whenever he comes in he points at me authoritatively and demands to know my nationality. And to avoid further conversation, I give him the answer he wants. But usually I just hide from him. Not today. I walked past him from a distance a couple times to make sure he knew I was there. He left without a word. But then he came back in to return his shopping cart and when he saw me standing nearby, he gave his demanding question with a triumphant grin. My reply?

“It doesn’t matter.”
Nazi: *indignant look* (what’s this, his compliant underling thwarting his script?) “Yes it DOES matter!”
Me: “No, it doesn’t, because my identity is not found in my nationality.”
Nazi: [insert story of a white guy who was raised in Kenya and got kicked out of school because he’s white.]
Me: “My identity is found in Jesus Christ so my nationality means nothing.”
Nazi: “Oh, well, you believe in Christ…ok, so do the Jews…”
Me: “No, they don’t.”
Nazi: “Yes, they do. The Jews believe in Jesus Christ. Are you saying they don’t?!”
Me: “They believe he is nothing more than a man in history. I believe he is the Messiah.”
Nazi: “They’re still waiting for him to show up.”
Me: “Right. I believe he has already come, and that’s where I place my identity.”
Nazi: “They’ll [the government] forbid you to worship.”
Me: “No they won’t.”
Nazi: “Well, they’ll make laws you can only do so in your own home.”
Me: “If they do, I’ll rebel.”
Nazi: “You’ll be all alone.”
Me: “No I won’t.”
Nazi: “Yes you will.”
Me: “There will always be a faithful few.”
Nazi: “Don’t you see they are picking groups out and weeding them out of the picture?”
Me: “I don’t care. I’m secure in Christ.”
Nazi: “You’ll be alone.”
Me: “I don’t care if they kill me for it. I find my security and identity in Christ alone.”
Nazi: “Oh… well…I think she needs you over there…”

And sure enough, someone did need my help, but I don’t think I’ll be asked that question again. I would typically be a mumbling mess, but I think my prayers for confidence and words were answered right about then. Now I need to work more on the humility aspect…

Texas 2009

by coie - May 9th, 2009

This convention just ended and mom and I will be flying back in tomorrow afternoon. It went very well, and was not too exhausting. We met a couple bloggers, and I was especially excited to meet Underdog (along with two of his cute daughters), whose blog I’ve followed for years now. That was super.

We also got to visit for a bit with my great-grandma Nile, my great-great-aunt Dora and her daughter, Beverly. I haven’t seen them for around 10 years, so it was good to see them, even if it was only for a short bit.

Lots of fun…but bummed to miss church tomorrow!

Swine Flu

by coie - April 30th, 2009

I saw this on someone’s Facebook page today:

Someone once said that the day we would have a black president is the day that pigs flew. Sure enough, 100 days into Obama’s presidency: Swine Flu.

I’m really not concerned about this new disease, but I’m pretty laid back about anything, so my opinion probably doesn’t count. I’m not much of a fatalist.

But speaking of President Obama, I hope that my fellow Christians are praying for and respecting him as our leader, even if we are opposed to his views. God is the one that places rulers/leaders in their position, to accomplish His perfect plan.

Anyone going to be at the homeschool convention in Arlington, TX next weekend? If so, stop by the Rosetta Stone booth and say howdy to me and momsie. Actually, don’t say howdy. I can’t stand that word.

…Endures Forever…

by coie - April 28th, 2009

Whoever is wise, let him attend to these things;
let them consider the steadfast love of the LORD.
Psalm 107:43

I read this in my daily Bible reading this morning, and wrote it in my notebook because I liked it. Thus commenced my trying day in which I recited this verse throughout. God sent me a good verse on a bad day. Why? Because His steadfast love endures forever.

Plant A Rant

by coie - April 23rd, 2009

So yesterday was Earth Day.  I hate Earth Day.  I’m not a tree hugger and I don’t worship the earth.  I worship the One who created the earth, and made man out of dirt. I have dominion over the earth.  I don’t think it deserves to have its own day.  And because I dislike Earth Day so much, I was contrary all day at work.  I disregarded safety standards and climbed pallets of wall blocks to hang a sign.  I broke dress code and wore a T-shirt.  This one:

I even threatened to cut down a tree and shoot a chicken hawk (oh, I can just see the comments that will accompany this post). 

But then I got off work and bought $40 worth of flowers and shrubs to restock the planter that I built for mom last year, and to put in the “whiskey barrel” I found in our shed a couple weeks ago….I fully expected my momsie to be excited and happy about it (which she was) and even blog about it.  But she didn’t.  She blogged about the *kiwi* that Aunt Spiffy got her.  But not my flowers and shrubs, which I even followed up and *planted* for her.  I’m hurt.  Truly wounded.

So then, to follow up my glorious day, I was elected to deliver chickens that Ryann sold today.  Because naturally, since Ryann doesn’t have her drivers license and I have mine, that makes me her slave.  I’m allergic to chickies.  Within two minutes my car smelled less than spiffy and I was sneezing my eyeballs out.  But we actually got along alright.  Between my excellent driving and the Indian / African music that I was playing in my car, I had those suckers mesmerized.  I claim positively no responsibility if those chickens started belly dancing and / or charming snakes when they got to their new location.

That’s the end of my post.  It deserves no eloquent closing.

Yippee – I’m Home!

by coie - April 20th, 2009

So Cincinatti wasn’t as terrible as I thought it would be.  Except for the lights, noise, one-way streets and lack of accessible restaurants.  And the guy that tried to get into our room under the ploy of helping us check out our luggage.  Long story short, we had called the front desk to request another room because our shower didn’t work.  They told us no problem, just bring your stuff down, we’ll check you out and sign you into another room.  Five minutes later a dude shows up to “help”.  I was in the shower.  Mom was like, “Oh, that was quick!  Well, we aren’t quite ready, can you come back in ten minutes?”  Dude offers to come in and wait.  Mom says, “No, my daughter is in the shower, so it would be best if you just came back in 10 minutes.”  Dude says ok and leaves.  Mom has second thoughts and calls the front desk to see if they sent someone up to help us.  They say no, and under no circumstance should we let said dude into our room.  Cuh-reepy.  He never came back, but the front desk took down his description.  Yep, so we almost died.

The convention was fun and we saw lots of internet friends and other friends that we haven’t seen in a while.  I really liked the booth next to us – Verity Institute.  It is a college and was being run by students or graduates from there.  They were all so neat and normal!  So I made some friends.  And it was weird because they all knew one of my old friends from CA…I had no idea she even went there (we don’t really keep in touch).  Small world.

I also got to meet Ryann’s friend Tessa there.  She is so cool and sweet.  These girls met about 4-5 years ago when we were visiting our grandma in MI.  Mom, dad and Ryann had run into a grocery store and when Ryann saw their family she was like, “Mom, they look like homeschoolers – can I go ask if they are?”  Well, yes, they are and so began a wonderful friendship.  They always talk on the phone, but haven’t seen each other since that initial meeting so Ryann was really very jealous that I got to see her (for the first time!).

Other highlights were seeing/meeting Julie P, Gina D, Marsha Drews, Angel G, Jen M, Spunky, Kim Wolf, Jenna Wolf, Maggie Hogan and others that I know I’m forgetting.  We are blessed to know such neato people.

We headed back earlier than planned and got home at 2, Sunday morning.  The family didn’t know we would be there, so the next morning they were surprised to see my bedroom door shut, which meant I was home and in bed.  At 7:30 I heard my door creak open and some tip-toeing.  I had my back turned away and I waiting to see who it was and whether or not they were going to greet me, or let me sleep.  Then my bed squeaked and I felt a little hand on my head as James sweetly squealed, “Cooooooiiieeee!  I’m so happy you’re home!” and then he put his head on mine and gave me a hug before announcing, “I brought my buddy!” at which point Bobo’s grinning head popped up and he gave me a hug.  Then Dippy came running in….then Emmi flopped herself onto my feet.  But the real kicker is when 8 foot Amazon sister Ryann came bounding, pouncing and flailing her limbs and 4 foot long red hair into our presence.  I still don’t know how she didn’t get caught in the ceiling fan.  Her entrance was….interesting.

Showed up at church (they weren’t expecting mom and I) and Mr. Taggart was standing there — he wasn’t supposed to be back (from Papau New Guinea) either!  I jumped out and said, “What are YOU doing here?!” and he said, “Coie?!  What are YOU doing here?!”  So we were all excited and overly emotional from our lack of sleep.  It was a very nice surprise and we were all encouraged to see him and have another enjoyable Sunday with our church.

I love my home.  I love my siblings.  I love our friends (old and new!).  I love where we live.  I love our church fellowship.

Asians Rock

by coie - April 12th, 2009

I really should be packing for the Ohio homeschool convention that mom and I are leaving for on Wednesday, but instead I’ve been personalizing my luggage (even though we’re not flying) and getting a pedicure from my own personal asian toe artist, Emmiko.  Ah, simple joys.  I think all my toenail clippings landed directly into one of the shoes that Charley left here on the last Preston visit.  A small present for next time.

Another good Sunday- we are really enjoying our new church.  Everybody shared their testimonies today in celebration of Resurrection Sunday (don’t say Easter in front of Mrs. T!).

Ok, must go.  Happy Asian girl is using mom’s tweezers to clean under my nails. 


Momsie is going to kill one of us.


by coie - April 6th, 2009

I’m really thankful for the different people God has placed in my life.  He really is good.  I love looking back throughout the years and having Christian faces pop out here and there, reminding me of their influence in my life.  I only hope I have the same effect among my friends and especially to younger ones that are so easily influenced.

I’m also really thankful that God has given me a friend here locally that I can go and chat for hours with (and she understands my phone-phobia and has only called me once in the last…6 months (?) that we’ve known each other!).  There are only three girls my age that I consider to be my closest friends, but the other two are in different states (IL and CA).  God was gracious to place this one close by.  Even if it meant plucking her out of her home state (Sorry, friend, I think your move was all for my sake.  *grin*).  He knew we could encourage each other.

What are you thankful for?

One of Them Posts….

by coie - April 5th, 2009

This is one of those posts where the owner of the blog that you are reading has nothing in particular to say, yet feels somewhat compelled to update it, nonetheless.  Why?  I’ve no idea.  It’s a strange, unexplanatory psychological battle.

Summer is on the way!  I’m really not sure why I made that so exclamatory but according to dad, I’ve been over-expressive in my telling of stories today, which he has found somewhat entertaining.  But when tidbits are only half interesting they require enthusiasm to keep your audience enraptured.  Anyways, I don’t really like summer, but it sure is beautiful here during those months.  The leaves are *almost* out on all the trees. 

We enjoyed a barbeque after church at our new friends’ house, where stories and laughing were plentiful.  Ryann went home with Mrs. Taggart to keep her company for a few days while Mr. Taggart is in Papau New Guinea.  Emmi and I got dropped off at the train tracks by our house on the way home so that we could walk the remaining mile or two in the lovely weather.  If it had been any warmer, we would have regretted our decision. 

I like relaxing days.