Monday, March 15, 2004

New Blog Site 

Ok all, I am moving blogs. The new URL for this blog is http://hampsonbaby.blog-city.com or you can just click
  • here
  • . I just like things better over there. I am working on moving all the old entries over, but that takes time. I will probably print everything out instead of moving it over. The archives will be here on blogger but the new site is where you can check out the news. I have a new entry today: Marking Grace's Grave. See ya'll over there!

    Rough Day 

    Yesterday was a rough day for me. I don't have them too much anymore, but for some reason, I could not get past my loss yesterday. It started in church- maybe even before. Being in church always seems to make me emotional because it is there that I feel the closest to Grace. I sing praises to the Lord and remember that she is there, right in front of him, singing along with us. I take the bread and wine to encourage and strengthen my faith, but she stands before him and can thank him face to face for his suffering, death, and resurrection. In a way, I envy her for I cannot wait to do the same thing- to praise him face to face and to thank for him his wonderful gifts of forgiveness and love.

    God loves us so much and he wants us to be with him so desperately, but sin keeps us from him. We cannot enter into his presence as we are now because His character is so perfect and our is so rotten and sinful. Still, He loves us. I cannot fathom that, but he does. Punishment for our sins needs to be paid or the game is up for he cannot have anyone so wholly blemished in His presence. He did not want us to die that way. He wants us with Him! I can't imagine that! The God of the Universe, Creator of Heaven and Earth, whose decree dictates the very consistency of the air we breathe or how much energy we feel in a day, the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords wants us with Him?

    He gave His own Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, to pay for those sins. Jesus felt the weight of all sin ever committed on His shoulders, that day on the cross. I cannot imagine his suffering- a combination of physical agony and spiritual torture. He would have done it for one person- the worst person even. He did it for me, the worst of all people and the least of all saints, for I am no more or less guilty then what most people would imagine the worst person to be.

    He did it for Grace.

    The faith of her parents sent her to heaven, but even that faith does not come from us- It comes directly from God Himself. He gives faith. He increases faith. He keeps faith.

    How can I not give Him my life? How can I not spend every waking minute in thanksgiving and praise? How can I not share His love, His mercy, His grace with others? How can I hate my neighbor when Jesus died for Him too?

    I am eternally grateful. I look forward to coming into His Presence and prostrating myself before Him in thanksgiving. He saves. The hope I have that I will see that day, the knowledge that my daughter has already arrived and is there waiting for us, and the fact that I do not have to wonder because I KNOW- these truths keep me going, even when it is so hard.

    I know not how this saving faith
    To me He did impart,
    Nor how believing in His Word
    Wrought peace within my heart.

    I know not what of good or ill
    May be reserved for me,
    Of weary ways or golden days,
    Before His face I see.

    But I know Whom I have believèd,
    And am persuaded that He is able
    To keep that which I’ve committed
    Unto Him against that day.

    Sunday, March 14, 2004

    We're In! 

    Today was the big move. The three pastors from church and their kids, along with two other men came out to help. I got off easy in that I had to work in the office and couldn't help for part of the day. However, I did my fair share, believe me. I think that, if we work diligently tomorrow evening after getting back from seeing "The Passion of the Christ," and if we are successful in finding the right bookcase, we'll be all set and I'll actuallly be able to do the blessing hour on Monday. Woot! Looks like I might have to do it in the old place as well.

    More later. I'm tired and since we're getting up for church tomorrow, I need to get some sleep. Sleep? Rest? What is that? Its times like these when I thank God for the Sabbath.

    Saturday, March 13, 2004

    My Inner Harry Potter 

    Is ANYBODY surprised by this?

    You are HERMIONE GRANGER. Smart and sensible, you
    give off the impression of snobbishness at
    first, but once people get to know you, they
    see you are more than just the class brain.
    You are very passionate and believe that life
    should be fair, no matter what adults have told
    you. You stand up for what you believe in and
    are a very loyal and trustworthy friend.

    Which Harry Potter Character Are You?
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    Or is it Inner Hermione?

    I sell cheap books... I do, so sue me. 

    Oh my GOSH!! I never imagined in a million years that transferring apartments could be so much dang work! We've been slowly moving over to our new pad for the past few days/nights. I will confess that its mostly been me because Mark has school and work... he has to sleep sometime! After he leaves, I do a lot of work carrying stuff over and packing it up. Tomorrow is the big day though. The guys are coming and we're moving out. Where's the Billy Joel when you need him?

    It seems such a waste of time
    If that's what it's all about
    If that's movin' up then I'm movin' out.

    Of course, I've had one day off since I started my job 1.5 weeks ago and I won't have another one until Monday. Not looking forward to a full seven hours tomorrow. I won't be around to manuveur the move. The upside of this is that I won't have to move any heavy furniture. Mark put our dresser sans drawers on the dolly and we managed to get it down the stairs. I am aching cuz I've been doing this for three nights straight. So, instead of Billy Joel, I'm starting to think Go Go's...

    All I ever wanted
    Had to get away
    Meant to be spent alone

    In this case, not alone... but its the vacation that counts!! My strategy for the rest of the night (its 12:12am now) is to spend 30 minutes moving stuff out of the furnite and into the closets or in boxes. It gets things out of the way without wasting boxes, crates, and laundry baskets that are better suited to books at this point.

    I almost don't care anymore- I am so sick of moving crap! It'll all be over soon though. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon...

    As for the title, well, I'm wishing I could just sell all my books right now because I am sick at the thought of how many trips its going to take to get those over there...well, the books AND the PartyLite... stupid candles, ha ha.

    Thursday, March 11, 2004

    My Inner Lunch Box... compliments of the Mighty Quizilla 

    Smurf's Lunchbox!

    Which 80's Lunchbox would you be... if you were an 80's lunchbox...
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    Child of God 

    There is a picture on my church's homepage of my pastor holding A. and M.'s son for baptism. In the background, there hangs a banner "Child of God." I have grown so attached to the idea of infant baptism when I used to find it offensive and unbiblical. The children of believers are children of the covenant. That truth is how I know that Grace is in heaven. She was not baptized, but that does not matter. Baptism is for living children. My first dream for her was to be baptized in our church. I see this picture, with A. and M. looking on proudly and smiling. That should've been us. When I think of all the things that should've been, I cannot help but cry- its when our loss is the most difficult.

    Pray for Mark. He is having a rough time of it. Losing Grace has finally hit him.

    But we have not lost her- we have given her to God. We know where she is. Thank you Lord for the blessing of Covenant Children!

    Wednesday, March 10, 2004


    We're changing apartments.... the guys from our church will be here on Saturday, so we're trying to transfer as much as we can before then, starting with our storage closet and then making the dozen or so trips back and forth to move the books. Oh, the books. I'll bbl with an update.

    Mona Lisa Smile 

    Check back later for my thoughts on the movie- I think its much better after seeing it a second time, although I cannot say much for the featurettes on the DVD. I do have some opinions on the 1950's Housewife stereotype which I hope to give some good thought to today. I posted earlier on the subject some of my thoughts on ten things a housewife can do to increase her husband's happiness when he gets home from work. Personally, I think they're great. Click
  • here
  • and scroll down to "1950's Home Economics aka Doing Something Nice for Your Man aka How to Be a Doormat (if You're a Feminist)."

    Time to get ready for work!! BBL!

    Monday, March 08, 2004

    I couldn't resist one more... or two 

    You are Ephesians
    You are Ephesians.

    Which book of the Bible are you?
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    I didn't want a picture of Adolf Hitler on my blog, but here are the comments to the grammar quiz:

    "You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your authority. You will crush all the inferior people under the soles of your jackboots, and any who question your motives will be eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane of every other person's existence, because you're constantly contradicting stupidity. Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams of a master race of spellers and grammarians frighten the masses. You must always watch your back. If only your power could be used for good instead of evil."

    We're Having A Heatwave 

    But its not a tropical heatwave. Today, we had a high of 66 degrees- I could've worn shorts and wished I had a number of times. Even now, at 9:07pm, my legs are sweating. I have the window open and it will remain so all night. All this right before I'm about to rotate the flannel sheets back on the bed.

    We got a glimpse of our new apartment this afternoon. Its laid out kind of funny but we love it. It will take a little creative maneuvering of our furniture to make everything fit in the new "office", but we'll manage. I dread the 10 bazillion trips its going to take to get all of our junk over there. We're not packing any boxes... just the laundry baskets. Kinda hard to move furniture with stuff in it though. I don't see how we can avoid boxes.

    Seeing our apartment brought me out of the doldrums this afternoon. I had a doctor's appointment for a mole-check, but since it was my first time to see this doctor, I had to fill out all the paperwork.

    Children: 1 (deceased)

    That's what I put. Horrible, isn't it? Everytime I have to tell someone new about Grace, I feel it all over again. I like working in the office now because it gets my mind off things. Today was my first day off. I had all my housework for the day done before noon so I was able to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. Having little to do causes one's mind to wander.

    As you can see, I am still obsessed with Quizilla. This one below is what sign of affection I am.

    cuddle and a kiss
    cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be
    close to your special someone and feel warm,
    comfortable, and needed

    What Sign of Affection Are You?
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    Well, I'm off to finish my routine and my glass of wine. Have found new joys in reading Sense and Sensibility and find it a hard one to put down. Getting into Jane Austen at the beginning of her books is difficult, but after you reach a certain point, things just fly. I've seen the movie a million times, but the book is quite different. I've set a personal goal to read all fo her books in 2004, starting with S&S. Wish me luck!

    My Wings 

    You are one of the few out there whose wings are
    truly ANGELIC. Selfless, powerful, and
    divine, you are one blessed with a certain
    cosmic grace. You are unequalled in
    peacefulness, love, and beauty. As a Being of
    Light your wings are massive and a soft white
    or silver. Countless feathers grace them and
    radiate the light within you for all the world
    to see. You are a defender, protector, and
    caretaker. Comforter of the weak and forgiver
    of the wrong, chances are you are taken
    advantage of once in awhile, maybe quite often.
    But your innocence and wisdom sees the good in
    everyone and so this mistreatment does not make
    you colder. Merciful to the extreme, you will
    try to help misguided souls find themselves and
    peace. However not all Angelics allow
    themselves to be gotten the better of - the
    Seraphim for example will be driven to fighting
    for the sake of Justice and protection of those
    less powerful. Congratulations - and don't ever
    change - the world needs more people like you.

    *~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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    Sunday, March 07, 2004


    Here's something else I just read after cooling off from my tirade. The notes in my study Bible suggests that Deut. 22:5 states that women should not wear men's accoutrements (like weapons) and that men should not dress like women. Its not so much to tell the difference between the sexes as to keep remind men of their military position, as all men in that time carried, and that women did not belong on the battlefield. Trust me, women did NOT belong on those battlefields and I don't think I'm sexist in saying so.

    I guess I just love it when people take one verse out of context and build an entire theology around it... I just don't see how we can shut out the cultural context of these "modesty passages." I am not, in any sense, suggesting that they are not applicable to today, but I think its more the "spirit of the law" then the letter of the law in these cases. Let's look at the cultures of the time and see, perhaps, WHY God has commanded women to dress differently then their pagan neighbors. Even that concept applies today- the fashions of today are trendy, immodest, and frankly, indecent. Christian women shouldn't dress like that. Christian women should cover themselves. I just don't believe this extends to pants!!

    There, I've started going off again.

    I LOVE MY PANTS!!!!!!!!! 

    What IS IT with kooky Christian websites? I find some things so frustrating and this just happens to be one of them. I love how I'm ordered to wear pants by some know-it-all woman who believes that KING JAMES BIBLE is the only infallible, inerrant Word of God- ITS IN ENGLISH, LADY! I'm sorry, but a translation is not infallible. ONLY the books in their original languages, written by the hand of the authors themselves could possibly be infallible. Is this woman going to suggest that a Bible translated in 1611 with fewer ancient manuscripts, albeit, older ones, then something like the NASB or the New Living Translation or heck, even the NIV, all of which were translated in the last century by folks who had MORE ancient manuscripts then were available in 1611? These KJV-only people drive me bonkers!

    Ok, so, now that we've established that the 1611 KJV (not the NKJV or any KJV Bible translated after 1611) is the inspired, infallible Word of God in English, lets move on to the subject of pants. Apparently, Deuteronomy 22:5 says that women wearing pants is an abomination. That's right, I said "abomination." Ok, basic Bible translation, Exegesis 101, would suggest that I read the entire passage in the context of the paragraph, chapter, book, and Bible. Strangely enough, I have just done a study on this exact verse.

    I am totally confused as to the context because it shows up in the middle of Moses talking about taking care of your neighbor's ox if it winds up in your field. This verse gets put in, and then there's more about yoking your donkey with an ox (don't do that, by the way). However, I have consulted my Bible Background Commentary- since we ARE dealing with HISTORICAL books here, I thought it wise to consult a commentary that gives background as to the cultural context of these passages. Basically, Deut. 22:5 warns against TRANSVESTITISM which apparently ran rampant in Canaan at the time. Men, don't try to look like women. Women, don't try to look like men.

    THIS SAYS NOTHING WHATSOEVER ABOUT PANTS!!! When I put on my sweats, jeans, or slacks for work, I am not not not trying to look like a man. Do you really think that wearing PANTS is the abomination here, especially considering that pants weren't even invented yet and EVERYONE was wearing robes, making it even more difficult to discern the sex of the person from a distance? For heaven's sake, people! Its just dumb luck that men wore pants first! I think the context allows for an overarching principle- If you're a man, don't try to look like a woman (i.e. drag queens). If you're a woman, don't try to look like a man (i.e. I don't know what female drag queens are called). Believe me, when I say that, when I wear pants, I still look like a woman. My hair is long. My figure is shapely and, if I may say something that will surely light the fire under this woman's skin, I wear clothes that are flattering enough to show my figure so that I don't look like a man. So many of these so-called modesty dresses allow for no accentuation of figure at all so that, if we were in Saudi Arabia, for instance, where everyone wears a robe, I wouldn't' be able to tell the difference.

    I guarantee that 99.9% of women who wear pants will never ever ever be mistaken for a man, even at a distance. I don't automatically assume that, if I see a human being walking toward me wearing pants that this person is a man! Sheesh! How sexist on her part! And if a man has long hair, then he should cut it! Don't tell me I can't wear pants because some men wear their hair long making it slightly more difficult in this woman's eyes to distinguish between the sexes.

    I am so baffled by this. Very frustrating topic. I plan to do battle, but not without the proper attire- the full armor of God. What legalism! I just can't believe this kind of thinking is out there- not the kind that says women shouldn't wear pants, but the attitude behind this belief.

    And the fact that there are actually people who believe that an English translation of the Bible is inspired and infallible. Please... give me a break.

    If Ever I Loved Thee, My Jesus, 'Tis Now 

    "In mansions of glory and endless delight,
    I'll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright
    I'll sing with the glittering crown on my brow
    If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now."

    I cannot sing of heaven without thinking of our Grace and weeping. She has realized heaven now- I weep with joy. Heaven is where we will see her again, hold her, kiss her, and hear her voice. I wonder what it sounds like. I have never before longed for heaven and I do now. She is there. When I sing of heaven, I see her there.

    She is there, in a mansion of glory and living in endless delight. She is adoring our Lord face to face in heaven so bright. She sings even now and we will sing with her then, wearing crowns on our brows. All these thoughts deepen my love and gratitude that I feel for my Savior. In the end, He is the One I thank for her endless delight.

    I cannot wait to see them both.

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