Who is Ingrid anyway?

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You Are an Ingrid!

You are an Ingrid -- "I am unique"

Ingrids have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.

How to Get Along with Me

• Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me.


• Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself.


• Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision.


• Though I don't always want to be cheered up when I'm feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little.


• Don't tell me I'm too sensitive or that I'm overreacting!

What I Like About Being an Ingrid

• my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level


• my ability to establish warm connections with people


• admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life


• my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor


• being unique and being seen as unique by others


• having aesthetic sensibilities


• being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me

What's Hard About Being an Ingrid

• experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair


• feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don't deserve to be loved


• feeling guilty when I disappoint people


• feeling hurt or attacked when someone misundertands me


• expecting too much from myself and life


• fearing being abandoned


• obsessing over resentments


• longing for what I don't have

Ingrids as Children Often

• have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games


• are very sensitive


• feel that they don't fit in


• believe they are missing something that other people have


• attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc.


• become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or not understood


• feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents' divorce)

Ingrids as Parents

• help their children become who they really are


• support their children's creativity and originality


• are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings


• are sometimes overly critical or overly protective


• are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed

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Family!!!

My mom got to come visit Monday and Tuesday; thanks to her brother and his wifey coming down from Canada to visit my folks, then deciding to come the extra 4 hours to see us too. Yeah for family willing to endure L-O-N-G road trips!! Anyway, we got a few pictures snapped while everyone was here. Enjoy!!


The 5 of us with Grandma.


All the crazy Canucks!


Aren't the kid's tee-shirts cute?


3 generations of us gals.

And can it be...

And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.




Nods to CyberHymnal.org for that 5th verse I'd never heard & for restoring the last two lines per verse. Our church hymnal has us sing
"Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?" instead of the proper last lines for each of the 3 verses they printed. Annoying, especially when I learned it with 5 longer verses!!! (But then I'm easily annoyed some days.)

For what it's worth, I think the hymn ought to be titled "Amazing Grace" but I guess that title was already taken. ;-)

Please Reconcile

Dear Friends & BJU Alumni,

If you have already "signed" the Please Reconcile letter, then thank you.

If you would like to "sign" the Please Reconcile letter or learn more about Please Reconcile, then please go to please-reconcile.org.

...

During our first semester at the University in the early '90s, my friend (Eric) -- who is half caucasian & half oriental -- was called to the Dean of Men's office. There Dean Tony Miller confronted Eric about the evils of inter-racial dating of which we were completely ignorant. To the best of my knowledge, Eric had not gone on any dates yet; so I do not believe this action was in response to an inter-racial date. (Was every student called to such a meeting or was it just the minorities?) However, I was so astonished by this information that I asked Dean Miller for the University's scriptural support for such a position. He responded by directing us to Genesis 10:1, which states, "Now these are the generations of the sons of Noah, Shem, Ham, and Japheth: and unto them were sons born after the flood."

At this point Dean Miller must have detected our puzzled expressions despite the light of such clear and convincing revelation because he then patiently explained that Shem, Ham, and Japheth were the fathers of the yellow, black, and white races respectively. He followed by artfully unfolding that God, Himself, separated these three races at the Tower of Babel. His finale was the inescapable conclusion that humanity's division at Babel was God's plan and that we should not frustrate God's plan by attempting to reunite the races.

Although this explanation is less than satisfactory from both logical and hermeneutical standpoints, Eric quickly moved on to the practical implications of such a philosophy by dropping the bomb that he was half Shem and half Japheth according to this reckoning. This news appeared to catch Dean Miller off guard. (He may have been under the mistaken impression that Eric was completely of Asian descent.) However, he soon recovered, and with wisdom that Solomon could only marvel at, announced that since Eric was 50% white & 50% yellow he (Eric) must choose then and there to date either white or yellow young ladies and never to recant once his choice was made.

Of course, Eric immediately decided to date only young ladies who were of the seed of Japheth and to swear off ever taking a Shemitess to an artist series, the couch emporium, or other dating venue. He later confided in me that his hasty but well-thought decision was based on the assumption that he would be dating at all and his cogent observation that white girls outnumbered oriental girls by about 1000 to 1 at BJU. Thus Satan's plans to reunite humanity and resume work on that wicked tower were once again thwarted by steadfast dedication to unwritten University policy and the quick thinking of a singular dean.

...

I don't know whether to laugh or cry about it, but my post (above) is -- to the best of my recollection -- an absolutely accurate recounting of what transpired on that day. I am no writer, and I certainly could not make up such a tragically amusing scenario.

The Ravens

In a 1 Kings 17 moment, we had a van-load of groceries dropped off at our house today.

3 lbs. apples
3 lbs. sweet potatoes
1 head cabbage
1 lb. baby carrots
4 zucchini

8 oz. sharp cheddar cheese
1 dzn. eggs
1 gallon milk

8 lbs. chicken leg quarters
6 lbs. smoked ham
3 lbs. ground chuck

5 lbs. all purpose flour
5 lbs. self-rising flour

And another friend came by and left behind 6 lbs. of split peas (so I get to make split-pea soup with the left-over ham and ham bone stock!!!)


So yes, despite being a bit "under-employed" at the moment, God's faithfulness continues. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits!! Ps. 103:2

How long has it been?

Since you've heard or sung any of these??


He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own, And the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known. I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses, and voice I hear, falling on my ear, the Son of God discloses... and He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own... and the joy we share, as we tarry there, none other has ever known.

And Jesus said, Come to the water, stand by my side; I know you are thirsty you won't be denied, I felt every tear drop, when in darkness you cried, and I strove to remind you that for those tears I died.

Shackled by a heavy burden, 'neath a load of guilt and shame, then the hand of Jesus touched me, and now I am no longer the same. (or) Since I met this blessed Saviour, since He cleansed and made me whole, I will never cease to praise him, I'll shout it while eternity rolls:
He touched me, He touched me; and Oh the joy that floods my soul, something happened and now I know, He touched me and made me whole.

What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear, what a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer. Oh what peace we often forfeit, oh what needless pain we bear, all because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.

Amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me, I once was lost but now am found, was blind but now I see.

Just a closer walk with thee, if I falter Lord who cares, none but thee my burden bears, none but thee, dear Lord, none but thee. Just a closer walk with thee, grant it Jesus is my plea, daily walking close with thee, let it be dear Lord, let it be.... I'll be satisfied as long, as I walk, let me walk close to thee.

How can I say thanks for the things you have done for me, things so undeserved, yet you give to prove your love for me, the voices of a million angels could not express my gratitude, all that I am and ever hope to be, I owe it all to thee. To God be the glory, to God be the glory, to God be the glory for the things He has done. With His blood he has saved me, with His power he has raised me, to God be the glory for the things He has done. Just let me live my life, let it be pleasing Lord to thee; and should I gain any praise, let it go to Calvary. With His blood He has saved me, with His power He has raised me... to God be the glory for the things He has done.


I've been listening to a CD of Dino. One of the songs on it is a medley of the songs above, all in one package. :-) You know it's difficult to transcribe words from dusty memories with tears streaming down your face, right?! I learned some of these at home growing up, or in choir during Jr. High (church or school, or both). Either way, Jr. High was a *long* time ago. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly and clearly the words come flooding back when I hear the melodies of songs I once sang regularly. Nothing can lift the soul in quite the same way that music can...