I am pulling some posts from the Flowers Fade archive. If you want to read more about my full journey through the Bible last year, you can always visit my old blog here, but for now I am just going to re-post some of my favorites on this site. I'm not re-posting because I am not reading my Bible or don't have anything new to write about, because God is constantly teaching me new things; it's mainly because my type-A personality wants to clean out all the imports that are sitting unpublished on the back pages of this blog. So I will be posting my Flowers Fade favorites over the next few weeks and deleting the rest. I hope these remnants from the archive inspire and encourage you! * * * * * I just finished up reading about the silent sufferings of Joseph (Genesis 37-50), who is betrayed by his brothers and sold as a slave to a foreign land. Then I moved onto reading about Job, who is attacked by Satan and has his property, family and health taken away from him almost instantly. What do these two men have in common? They praise and obey God despite their circumstances. Joseph suffers through life as a slave and, later, as a prisoner for a wrong he didn't commit, before he is finally elevated to governor over Egypt because of God's grace toward him. Yet, even in his horrible, isolated situation that lasts for many, many years, he remains faithful to God. It's only when he looks back on his situation as an older man that he verbalizes that his past has been full of "hardship" (41:51), but he still praises God for delivering him from all the ways he has been mistreated over the years, and thanks the Lord for making him "fruitful in the land of [his] affliction" (41:52). Whoa! Likewise, Job suffers much and is still able to praise God. When Satan comes before God, wanting to test Job's faithfulness, the devil is granted the authority to essentially "ruin" Job's life by killing off his children, destroying his property, and by strking him with disease. And what does Job do in response to this? He praises God! He learns that all his children have died, and he falls "on the ground and worship[s]" (Job1:20). Of course, he is mounring. He tears his robe, shaves his head, and is deeply grieved. But he praises God despite his sadness. How convicting for me. I often find myself in a bad mood, feeling selfish and miserable at the slightest inconvenience. My schedule doesn't go as planned, work is irritating me, Micah and I get into a fight. I often find myself sinning in these situtations - arguing, lashing back, feeling sorry for myself, filled with anxiety. I don't naturally turn to God and praise him. And look at the gifts He has given me: a busy schedule full of friends, ministry, and activities, a stable job and a fully paid scholarship to get the degree I have always wanted, a wonderful first year of marriage, good health. The list of God's goodness toward me goes on and on! How I want to be more like Joseph and Job, who in all their trials, "did not sin or charge God with wrong" (Job 1:22), but instead worshiped the Creator and Redeemer. ... Read more
Real Estate School
It's true. I'm in real estate school. Why? Because I love school. Because getting my PhD just isn't enough for me. I had to find some other type of school to fulfill me and real estate school happened to be feasible... Okay, not really. I do love school, but not that much. I would not be putting myself through real estate school for no reason. Nine hours of class a day really hinders the summer tan, the reading for fun, the hanging out with friends, and the summer goals list. P.S. Here is an adorable family summer goals list from the blog Whatever... Isn't it CUTE?! Anyway... I am in real estate school because Micah wants me to do it. Not in the mean, dictator "wife, you will attend real estate school NOW" kind of way. More in the Micah has always wanted to get real estate background before we buy a house, but getting licensed might be a conflict of interest for him at work, so he asked me if I would do it in his place kind of way. I don't think Shakespeare, mommy blogs, and real estate laws are a conflict of interest, so I said "sure." So here I am. It's actually my last official day of class today. I did a three week program, so basically I just started and now I'm almost done. Now I just have to pass my school test and my state test and I will be an official real estate licensee. Booyah! (However, I have a long weekend of studying ahead of me and it looks like this...) So I'm getting my real estate licence: A) for the knowledge - because Micah and I would like to own an investment/rental property in the future and it's nice to know the laws about such things. The past three weeks have taught me that there are a lot of laws. A LOT of them. B) to make or save a little money in the future. If I get commission from selling even ONE house, it more than pays for the cost of real estate school. If we ever sell a home in the future, I can list it myself and save us the commission we would have to give an agent. And if my parents ever finally decide to buy a home in Arizona (they tell me all the time this is their plan... LIES. ALL LIES if you ask me), I can be their agent and earn a little extra money. I will never really work as an agent, but it might be a nice thing to have on the side, and I can help out friends and family in the future. However, I would prefer it if my friends and family only buy and sell houses in the summer months. That works well with my school schedule. Thank you in advance. So here is the strange thing about real estate school. I love it. Okay, maybe love is a strong word. I take a 4.5 hour class in the morning, and then I take another 4.5 hour class in the evening until 10:30pm! There are quizzes and homework and even MATH, so it can be pretty grueling. But overall, I am really enjoying it. I am learning so much about taxes, lending, contracts, rules for landlords and tenants, and so many other things that will be so applicable in the near future, and even some things that are applicable right now as a renter in the state of Arizona. As I learn all this new information, I think to myself, "Oh, so that is what I was doing when I bought a house a few years ago..." I signed all those papers and I had NO clue. Thankfully, I have a great dad who helped me with the whole process. Here is a HAPPY (early) FATHER'S DAY to him! And I have a confession... I am even kinda, sorta enjoying real estate math (gasp!). To my college roommate, Camille, and to all the people in my high school trigonometry class, I haven't cried during the math lessons or homework even ONCE! I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. I like doing the math, not because it's easy (the math itself is fairly simple, but since it is all word problems, you have to figure out what step to do first and what you need to convert, etc. etc. which makes it a bit more complicated), but because it's PRACTICAL. I am learning how to calculate my tax payments or to figure out how much cash I would have to bring to the table to close on a house. That kind of stuff. Real estate school has only confirmed my belief that the math requirements in high school and college are completely POINTLESS. I honestly believe that students should not be required to take math beyond algebra and geometry unless it is needed for their career path. Unless you need pre-calculus or calculus or stats for your future career, these classes are a complete waste of time. I wish my high school or college had offered real estate math, so that I could be better prepared to ace this test next week! ... Read more
My Ode to the Bouncing Blueberry
Oh Blueberry, how you loved to bounce around townYou would take me for a drive when I was feeling downYou were with me in high school and throughout college tooWe went on road trips, more than a fewYou endured Seattle rains and the hot Texas sunYou carried all my friends and provided tons of funYour glove compartment carried a hair brush that made the perfect micFor singing Mariah Carey, Amy Grant and all the songs my friends likeYou were a car full of laughter, long talks and a few tearsYou were my closest companion for about eight years Not that you were perfect, for you liked to rebelYou got your "bouncing" name for putting me through hellOne trip to the mechanic, two, three, fourThere was always something wrong with you; you never were a boreYour alternator liked to break like every single yearBut always one day after the warranty, it made me shed a tear One day there was a CRASH and you were gone in a flashI said my goodbyes, and I scrounged up my cashI was ready to move on to a big girl carOne with four doors and power windows to take me near and farNow your species is endangered, and sights of your relatives are so rareWhen I saw your cousin last week, I could not help but stareAlthough I have replaced you, and I've happily moved on,I snapped this picture to remember my first car, long goneOh, Bouncing Blueberry, though your days are throughI will never forget my little Ford Escort ZX2 ... Read more
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