Earth Has No Sorrow that Heaven Cannot Heal

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I started handlettering this line from “Come, Ye Disconsolate,” when I first got word in the summer that my great uncle was dying. We had known it might be coming, but thought it would be from his longer-term health struggles and not from the cancer that had crept in in the midst of it. Only weeks later it became clear that my cousin also would soon be going home. Amid tears and prayers for healing and comfort, I began sketching, but it was never right.

As we settled into our new home, I took it up again, four months after Uncle John went home and two and a half after Kristen, a year after Ezra’s aunt and my cousin Hannah’s best friend also passed away. In between quiet moments with pencil and pen, there were quiet moments with a book in hand – Mindy Belz’s “They Say We are Infidels,” about Christians on the run from ISIS, the pre-ISIS persecution of Christians in Iraq, and ISIS’s rise to power.

I inked the words, “earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal” with a heavy heart, full of sorrow – sorrow for my great aunt, having lost her husband and other family members this year, for my aunt and uncle grieving their daughter, Ezra’s grandfather grieving his, and my cousin, always aware of her best friend’s presence no longer there. But as I read about Christians fleeing ISIS, giving their lives, leaving everything… and the world doing nothing, even more tears and sorrow came.

Often I worked with them side by side and had to ask God, “Really?” even as I worked on memorizing “Be Still My Soul,” and the lines “thy Jesus can repay/from His own fullness all He takes away” played over and over in my head.

I scanned and edited the words, and finished the final pages of the book, but the book had no ending. How can it, when ISIS still scours the Levant while the world continues to barely lift a finger? Belz wove in words of hope here and there, but the lingering feeling of despair won out, the same question I wrestled with so much in the darkness of postpartum depression – “how can this sorrow ever be healed?”

I don’t know what God is going to do in Iraq and Syria, what He’s going to do with ISIS or how there will ever be healing in that land, or how we will get used to life without Kristen, Uncle John, Maddi, and Aunt Sue. But I went back to the rest of the hymn, remembering the faith of the Christians Belz interviewed, the same faith shared by those seeking a better Kingdom in Hebrews 11, and found there a reminder of hope.

Hope not in these wounds being healed on earth where our bodies are made only to be worn out and used up, but in heaven – where the Comforter, the Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure is, where we come to the feast of love – healed.

Earth has no sorrow heaven cannot heal, not because those sorrows will all be healed and made right on earth, but because a Baby was born in Bethlehem who lived through sorrow like unto that of our time and died so that all will one day be Right again.

“…All these died in faith, without receiving the promises, but having seen them and having welcomed them from a distance, and having confessed that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. For those who say such things make it clear that they are seeking a country of their own… they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God; for He has prepared a city for them.
“…by faith conquered kingdoms, performed acts of righteousness, obtained promises, shut the mouths of lions, quenched the power of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, from weakness were made strong, became mighty in war, put foreign armies to flight… tortured, not accepting their release that they might obtain a better resurrection… stoned, sawn in two, tempted, put to death with the sword… destitute, afflicted, ill-treated of whom the world was not worthy), wandering in deserts and mountains and caves and holes in the ground.
“Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross.”
(Excerpts from Hebrews 11 & 12)
Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.




Following on the heels of thoughts on mediocrity, my thoughts have been swinging the other way – not because of suddenly getting so much better, but because it seems there’s always a see-saw between “I feel so good!” and “I’m awful” (or, “I have so far to go!”), with the latter being far more frequent (and if I feel really good, all I have to do is go do some aural training and that good feeling vanishes).

I began thinking more about how we act when we’re feeling good – or even when we’re feeling bad and wanting to feel good again. Most often, this manifests itself in boasting. Some small accomplishment – or maybe a big one – makes it into our Facebook status. We want people to know we fixed that reed ourselves or memorized the concerto or ran a faster mile. We even do this under the guise of complaining – we may be upset at how busy we are because we don’t have time for some things, but deep down we’re actually quite proud of all we’re getting done and want others to know about it.

The beginning of these thoughts were already in my mind when we sang “How Deep the Father’s Love” at church. The last verse says “I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no pow’r, no wisdom,
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.”

Not boast in anything, not even the gifts He’s given us. Not boasting in the length of time we can hold a note supported by breaths given by Him, or the distance we can run with strength from Him, or conversational skill gained by His wisdom.
But you can not boast and still be prideful. The boasting may remain in your thoughts, whether you’re lingering on all your accomplishments or putting others down so you can feel better about yourself. I’m currently reading Amy Carmichael’s little book, “If – What Do I Know of Calvary Love?” Each page has a paragraph or two, each beginning with “If I…” and ending with “then I know nothing of Calvary love.” And in the middle is always some convicting statement, and they are almost always related to pride. It’s a book I highly recommend. You can read some excerpts here, and download the whole book here.

When I think of examples of boasting, most of the thoughts that come to mind are of myself, because I know I am often guilty of it. And when I think of people I know who aren’t boastful, they seem to share one common trait: they don’t draw attention to what they know or can do, but keep it for when using it will benefit others. They may be able to play for 60 seconds straight or have perfect pitch or a great wealth of scientific knowledge. But they don’t flaunt those skills, neither do they ignore them. They use them when they’re needed. When they need to play a long passage without breathing, or we need a starting note and have no instruments around, or when someone needs help with homework or is being confused by research and quotes that are making claims we know nothing about (this especially goes for lots of articles on health food, that often quote without reference or the references aren’t those we should be looking to on the subject), they use their skills, but they use their gifts as we’re supposed to: not to build ourselves up but to build others up, drawing attention to helping the other person and not what we know.

It makes me think of a quote I read about technique the other day. “The most profoundly inspiring performances of a lifetime were those where the performer’s technique was so superb that we forgot it existed.” Said another way, “technique only exists to make the music come alive.”
Gifts from God can be likened to superb technique. They may be incredible and mind-blowing – and yet if it really is great our attention isn’t drawn to the gift but to what the purpose of the gift is. The technique is there so we can more accurately convey what the composer wants, not so people will say “did you see how fast he played that?” but “that piece of music made me feel… inspired me to… etc.” It helps us get out of the way so that the music can speak. Likewise, the gift is there so we can serve others and point them to the Giver.
As the hymn-writer said,
“May His beauty rest upon me
As I seek the lost to win,
And may they forget the channel,
Seeing only Him.”

And so after saying “I will not boast in anything,” the hymn writer continues, “but I will boast in Jesus Christ.”
Our lives are not about ourselves, but Christ. And when we have that perspective, then on our worst days we remember that what lasts isn’t our ability or how great we are, but Christ, that matters most. And on our best days, we remember that anything good in us is from Him.
Let’s use our gifts – be they musical, relational, scientific, artistic, or anything else – to draw attention not to ourselves, but to the One who is unfathomably greater.

Schindler’s List

Mommy and I finished watching Schindler’s List on Sunday night. Apart from a few scenes we skipped, I really enjoyed it. As we drew near the end, I was thinking “it’s not as powerful as I expected,” but after the ending I changed my mind.
… But it’s a good thing it’s black-and-white. The soundtrack is amazing, especially the choir pieces (John Williams). Spielberg is a genius. Liam Neeson is an incredible actor. But one of the things I enjoyed most was seeing Schindler change over the course of the movie, from someone who just wanted to make money to someone who really cared about saving lives, and sacrificed an incredible amount to do so. It’s interesting how his first goal helped to meet the second…
Normally when I watch movies, I crochet or sew. This time I didn’t have any handiwork, so I grabbed a piece of scratch paper (hence the typed words at the top) and started doodling. It kind of became more than a doodle, and holds a lot of my thoughts after the movie – these and immense thankfulness for men like Schindler, and wondering if I would do the same.

Explanation of the drawing:
Auschwitz is on the upper left. The watch represents the things Schindler sold to get Jews out. The candle was a recurring theme in the movie (as was smoke). 1,100 is the number of Jews Schindler saved. The names on the star of David are Jewish (and German-Jewish) names, some of which were mentioned in the movie.
“Brinnlitz” and “Hope” are for Schindler’s factory. There’s a train car in the background. The other building is from the camp the Jews were in after the ghetto. 1244 isn’t a representative number, but a number one of the Jews had in a camp.
Then there’s the little girl in the red coat, almost the only color in the whole movie.
And the Hebrew says “Never Again.” (added after finding out what’s written on his vest after watching this incredible video).
The other quotes: “There will be generations because of what you did.” “This list is life.” “Whoever saves one life saves the world entire.” Some of the text is written partially in German script.

One Year Later

Today marks one year since my highschool graduation open house. I can hardly believe it’s already been a year.
I used to stop in the middle of schoolwork and ‘daydream’ about when I’d be done with school and what I’d do. There was a short period of time when I considered college, but that didn’t last long as I realized that college didn’t fit with the normative calling for women in scripture, and that I’d be more fruitful at home. Oh, yes, I can go into a long tirade about ‘Well the Bible says this and that about women going to college…’ but I admit that in the last year, I’ve realized that although it’s true that God ordains women as the keepers of the home and I desire to prepare for that… in the long run, it’s about being fruitful – part of that is through obeying His commands to women, the other part is through being available.
There were so many options… and even though it doesn’t seem on some days that I chose that many, other days it feels like I chose WAY too many.
So, here’s a small snapshot of my life, school year 2010-2011. Not every day was like this, some were lazier, some busier, some days held more time of fewer things, other less time of more things… some I cooked and cleaned all day while overseeing school and holding down the fort… others it was just me at home all day… others I went to visit Cait or work at Edge or visit someone. But this, May 11, 2011, was one of my favorite days (this and the day I spent at the Y’s helping and visiting)…
The room was a grey-ish purple when my alarm went off at 6:30. I’d been having such wonderful sleep that I really didn’t want to get up (that’s rare for me), so I rolled over for 10 more minutes, then got up and ready to go running – the only downside of May; it starts getting too hot to go for long runs outside, so into the gym and onto a treadmill I went. I prayed and listen to bluegrass while I ran (Bluegrass and praying make treadmills tolerable), then came home and got cleaned up and ready for the day. Then it was downstairs to my lovely, comfortable glider where I read a chapter of “With Christ,” by Andrew Murray, and then Isaiah 63 in French and then I studied it in English. This was followed by a quick breakfast with everyone except daddy, who was already at work (normally we eat most meals together, but daddy had to go in at 5 AM).
Then I set to work and tuned almost all of the unisons on our piano, then tuned some octaves (my hands are almost too small to tune octaves. The one downside of being short). I fixed a rattle in the piano, reviewed a bit in the book, then went upstairs to write a few emails. Then was an hour of oboe practice – scales, Rubank, Ferling, Krommer, Saint-Saëns… and then I spent half an hour figuring out instrumentation for an arrangement of “The Minstrel Boy” that is in the idea stage.
Lunch – za’atar, cheese, tomato, and lettuce sandwich. Yum. Then out into a resident and house-less road layout with signs and roundabouts and turns and shrubbery – from far away, it’s just signs rising out of the dusty ground. We drove there for about an hour – turns, roundabouts, lane changes, Y-turns, going faster than 10 km an hour, and doing something other than parking. I’m starting to like driving.
Then at home I practiced piano and helped with dinner (Italian food. YUM). After dinner we did Arabic with daddy and looked at a passage in John related to where we were in 1 John, and he read some of “Endurance” while I quilted and the kids had dessert… then I went to get a cup of tea and sit down with “Democracy in America,” and “The Scarlet Pimpernel.” (Hmmm… funny connection between those books, hey?). I almost fell asleep reading, even before 10, so I turned in a wee bit early, after praying and reviewing the day and previewing the following day with mommy.

Re-reading that after I wrote it a few weeks ago, I’m thinking about how crazy it is how different one day is from another. Before it was school, school, school, same subjects every day, basically the same thing every day.
Here’s a summary of the things I’ve been up to in the past year.

Exercise – I started off the year running a mile every day. When it got cooler, I started working towards 5K, which I could do by Christmas. I was just hitting 4 miles straight when the weather was getting too hot, so now it’s inside on the treadmill and rowing machine. I did a fair bit of Irish dance, too, but that was rather relaxed this year because of schedules that never lined up. I plan to run more over the summer (though to be honest it’s more like jogging), where I can go and go and not run by the same place more than twice in a day and still do 4 miles.

Languages – Every school day we did Arabic with daddy, using a course used at a language school near here. A lot of it is already familiar, but having the accountability to work at it and do all the drills has really helped my Arabic improve, though it’s not nearly where I’d like it to be someday.
I really slacked off in keeping up with French. The first half of the year I barely did anything, then I started reading in my French Bible whatever I was reading in English, and from time to time I’d review verbs. This and regular piano lessons for Nate and Candace were probably the weakest points of discipline (what a word, I keep coming back to it again and again. “I don’t want to dance this morning… Discipline yourself. Do it. Die, self, die.”)

Nutrition – Lots of talking with mommy, reading the nutrition books we have and a few others, researching, experimenting… I find nutrition fascinating, but also dangerous because it can easily become an idol. Same with exercise. I want to be healthy, and what at first is discipline – to not eat much sugar, etc., or to exercise often, becomes pleasure and I don’t feel guilty not doing it as much as I feel unhappy. Maybe because it breaks routine, but also because I’ve grown used to it and actually like it better. Nate and Candace don’t understand at all how I can’t handle much sugar or white bread and other such food… I don’t understand how they can stand it.

Home keeping – Every year we make meal plans and they never get done. This year was the best. I made maybe 20 meal plans I and cooked at least 10 of them, as well as meals that got made instead. I cooked about once a week, often helping mommy on other days. It was fun when she went on trips with daddy or was sick and I got to do a few nights or even a whole week in a row. If I schedule it in, I really enjoy cooking and baking and planning, and even shopping for food. I’m hoping to do even more next year – we have a cookbook called “Mediterranean Light,” that I’d absolutely love to cook through. I love Mediterranean food! I’m also trying to work more on cooking more spontaneously. “These are the ingredients we have… let’s try this!” I do it a lot with sautéing vegetables and am getting braver with regard to sauces and main dishes.
I also oversaw the chore chart and revised it a few times. I think we have a system that works pretty well now and that we’re all as happy as you can be with chores. 😉 I’d love it if someone always mopped the floors for me. I’ll do your dishes for you in return…

Musical Composition – I started out the school year thinking “I’ll just finish the Aggadah for piano.” But as I was writing it, I thought “This would sound amazing with string quintet.” So I just finished it for String quintet. (The rough draft, anyway). I worked some on a family hymnal, and arranged and re-wrote a few things I’d worked on before. Soon I’ll start an arrangement of “The Minstrel Boy,” inspired by this. I really enjoy comp, but it IS work. There’s days when your creativity fails you but you still have to press on – and that’s where theory is REALLY helpful. … and why writing for more instruments than one is more enjoyable, though it takes longer. I’m trying to figure out a way to “use” it, but keep reminding myself that this work is like my first stories – practice for greater things later, even if they never get used. It’s not useless work, it’s disciplined me, I’ve learned a lot about various instruments and what sounds good and what doesn’t and what to do when you’re out of ideas. Even if comp never goes anywhere beyond my computer, it’s good life training… as has all this been.

Sewing – I sewed a fair bit, had my first try at more serious dress-making, and learned a lot about making patterns and altering patterns and being adaptable and doing what works even if it isn’t ideal. I learned to make sure you sew with a heavy duty needle if you need one (I broke 2 needles in 5 minutes making my camera bag before I realized I just needed the heavy duty needle. Oops). Sewing is becoming one of those things I just do when I need to as opposed to having set aside times to work on it. I don’t have time to do it regularly anymore, and it’s one of the things that’s getting cut out of regularity… more on that later.

Teaching – Nate’s piano lessons are finally regular, Candace is improving in leaps and bounds (and so is my patience, I’m sad to admit… in some ways, it’s so much harder to teach your siblings than it is to teach strangers’ kids. You can discipline them a bit more if they’re your siblings, but I think your fuse is a lot shorter with siblings). Growing in creativity in presenting material to my younger students and getting them to play things again and practice (4 of my students practice regularly, 1 doesn’t have a piano, and the other… every so often she’ll have practiced) and work hard. … and patience.

Reading I used to read over a hundred books during the school year. This year it was only 50. But it’s better that way, because I get more out of them. I’ll list a few favorites or important ones. Some of these I’ve reviewed in the past in more detail.
Preparing to be a Helpmeet – Debi Pearl. (NGJ has some interesting views, but their writings are still encouraging and this book was very good and helpful… I need to read it again).
Practicing Hospitality – Pat Ennis and Lisa tatlock
So Much More – Anna Sophia and Elizabeth Botkin
Let Me Be a Woman – Elizabeth Elliot (definitely a favorite!)
Joyfully at Home – Jasmine Baucham
Courtship and Dating: What’s the Difference? – Dennis Gundersen
The Bronze Ladder – Malcolm Lyon (about 3rd century Christians in Carthage. So good!)
Saint’s Everlasting Rest – Richard Baxter
Mr. Pipes – Douglas bond
Why Johnny Can’t Sing Hymns – T. David Gordon (I’m passionate about good music and solid words in corporate worship. This book was fantastic).
Letters to Malcolm – C.S. Lewis
The Essential Guide to Vitamins and Minerals
How God Wants us to Worship Him – Dr. Joseph Morecraft (so good!)
The Pastor’s Daughter – Louisa Payson Hopkins (daddy read this for family worship)
Quo Vadis
Letters on Practical Subjects to a Daughter – W.B. Sprague
Alternative Medicine – O’Mathuna and Larimore (a Christian perspective – very good and comprehensive and succinct!)
Abide in Christ – Andrew Murray
On the Origin of Species – Charles Darwin
C.H. Pearson’s “Cabin” series (daddy read these aloud; we really enjoyed them)
Les Miserables – Victor Hugo (Second time in 2 years, can’t keep away from it!)
The Scarlet Pimpernel – Baroness Orczy (always a favorite).
With Christ – Andrew Murray (both books by Andrew Murray were good, but very similar)
Democracy in America – Alexis De Tocqueville (more on this one later. It took a while of very disciplined reading to get through, but was worth it).
Endurance– Alfred Lansing. (Gripping. Our family was captivated by this book, and it’s impacted us all, especially in the season we’re going through right now with daddy’s training and piano tuning. My words won’t do it justice. Get it, especially the copy with an intro by Mr. Dobson, and read it.).

Writing – I wrote a few short stories, but nothing very big. My posts on AP are a bit sparser now, but that’s mostly because I’m spending a lot of time editing. .. and should be spending time working on that musical I mentioned in January. Ha. I’ve written a scene outline and that’s about it. But what I will really enjoy about writing a musical is that it will combine prose, poetry, and music… so I’ll kill three birds with one stone. I finished rough editing of the Victorious Trilogy (which may not be a trilogy for long) and soon will start on really really ‘killing’ them.

Hair cuts – I have to admit, this is one of my least favorite things to do. I don’t mind trimming mommy and Candace’s hair because it’s quick and simple; just straight across. If Nate got hair cuts more often I don’t think I’d mind as much. But it takes so long because his hair gets relatively long and he wants to see what it looks like about every minute. I don’t mind daddy’s a ton because it’s time with him but it’s so complex – with Nate at least I just use clippers the same length all the way across. But it’s on my list to learn and become proficient at, so I’m sticking with it.

Driving – In January daddy and I started going to a nearby parking lot to drive around. In May we started driving to abandoned and unfinished neighborhoods to drive faster and do turns, lane changes, roundabouts, etc. At first I really hated it, I felt like I was multitasking but everything was happening at the same time and needed to be done at the exact same time and it took me a good two months to get used to. But Lord willing, I’ll get my permit as soon as I’m in WA this summer and then get my license soon after my birthday – and then I can drive in Dubai once we transfer it! I’m not really excited about the driving as much as I am about mobility and being able to help out by driving.

Music – Music practice took up so much time… something I’m trying to cut back on… somehow. Once I finish Hanon on piano it should only take 45 minutes to practice instead of an hour and 15… and I need to stop downloading sheet music and focus on learning the music I have now. I’m thinking next year practice will be even more irregular (I finally got down to a practice schedule that worked and wasn’t too crazy – oboe every day except Friday and lesson days, piano and guitar three times a week each. It was very doable. Most of the time…). We’ll see how it works out next year, especially as I’d love to play with an orchestra (instead of) taking oboe lessons, and may play at church. We shall see. I did learn a lot, and play a lot better now than I did 12 months ago!

Gardening – Well, our gardening endeavors seemed to be going well for a time. If you want a harvest count, you’d consider the garden a flop. Because nothing did more than sprout. But the family time digging and pulling up grass, planning with Candace, studying, learning, growing in discipline to water every single morning was worth it. And next year, we’re trying the front yard as half patio half herb garden. I think that will be much better…

Serving – There were days I didn’t get any of ‘my list’ done. There were days where if you walked into the room you’d hear me muttering “Die, self, die!” And there were other days when I was very eager to head out somewhere, or put aside my daily tasks and bake something for a conference, watch children, help a mother, clean the house… but even when I was so happy to do it, there were times when I had to remind myself, “Your life is not your own.” I want to understand that even more fully, that my life is His and for me to use it as He wants.

Photography – This is going to be like sewing, I think, doing it more on impulse than schedule. I take pictures of what I do and where I go and the people I’m with, and I love it, and love that I can preserve memories so clearly and I’m learning the technicalities of it all.

Piano tuning … the cause of greatest grief but also greatest growth in the past year. This post talks some about that. I missed my first goal, which was to have the piano tuned by Christmas. That was a bit too ambitious, considering I started learning at the end of September and I took a month off when we went to Texas. By Christmas, my vision was crushed and I wanted to quit (“Hope deferred makes the heart sick”). Daddy pushed me onwards… and helped me link a lot of things to things that happen in marriages, which helped me be a bit more tenacious, thinking “If I want to quit now, I might want to in marriage, too.” Then the piano tuner came, and that helped. Still, I find it has many ups and downs and some days I love it and others I hate it and never want to see a real piano again. But right now the plan is to tune the piano again (That “again” sounds so wonderful! I tuned it on May 23 for the first time ever!) before I leave for the summer, then again when we get back, and then to start talking to people we know about letting me tune theirs before the tuner comes. … I am so incredibly thankful for a father who would listen to what I was saying and encourage me to keep going and link the lessons I was learning to how I desire to prepare to be a wife and mother and life as a Christian. And something Mrs. Y said to me the other day when I spent the afternoon at their house (it was glorious fellowship. I didn’t want it to end) really helped in a lot of things – when I don’t want to press on in relationships, exercise, tuning, spiritual disciplines – that it’s a calling and duty.

There’s been one main theme coursing through this year: Perseverance. It took on different names, like the second day I tuned, when I was fixing the string I broke. I finished fixing it and re-tuned the strings, but my thought as I put the panel back on the front was, “Wow, I’m going to have to be really tenacious to get this done.”
And then when everything seemed so hard all at once and I kept saying to myself, “persevere, persevere, persevere!
When daddy read “Endurance,” it really put it all into perspective. They were suffering through life-threatening trials, mine weren’t. Which halfway makes it easier because the cost isn’t so great if you fail, but they were often so near to death and so much more exhausted and spread out and suffering than I think I am.
Another thing “Endurance” taught me was the transparency (rather, lack thereof) needed in leadership. Shackleton often couldn’t let his men know he was afraid because it would lower their morale and then they’d really be in trouble. I learned that sometimes we need to push aside what we’re feeling and press on because of calling and duty, and to obey. It seems like such a simple lesson, but it’s been a hard one to learn and apply.
Another lesson learned from “Endurance” was the need to know where you are as well as where you’re going. Some times I know where I’m going all too well and forget where I am and so lose hope because it’s farther away than I think. I learned how lazy I really am (you can be productive without being a hard worker), and how much I want instant gratification.
Learning to persevere. I think I never experienced the need to before for 2 reasons:
1., there was always a break around the corner. Almost everything I did was school related and had a break to look forward to. There isn’t really a break now. That’s taken lots of getting used to.
2., Almost every ‘hard thing’ I did in the past came relatively easily, or I loved it so much and it was such a short commitment or the time of hardship was so short I didn’t really notice it. This WHOLE YEAR has been hard. I kept thinking it would get easier, but it wouldn’t. All uphill. But uphill, “further up and further in,” towards Him.
But with hardship there’s also grace – in being able through Christ to draw near to Him, in Him strengthening me, in knowing it’s not as bad as it could be, in knowing He’s always there and when at the end of the day I realize my weakness and His awesomeness and worship. It was His grace that allowed me to do as much as I did, and His grace that didn’t snuff out my smoldering wick or crush my bruised reed (Isaiah 42:3).
I’ve realized now that the days I struggled the most and had the most heartache were the days I took my eyes off of the big picture – living for His glory, and instead did it for myself or ‘to get it done.’ But life’s not worth it if it’s not for Him.
My cup is full. It’s full with joy and contentment Although some days I look back and think “What did I really get done? I don’t have a whole lot to show for this year. A couple quilts, a rattly piano that isn’t tuned half the time, a dress, some bags, pages of sheet music,” I know He’s taught me so much and worked mightily in me this past year, through sanctification and refinement. Yes, it was often painful. But He was always there, teaching me, filling my cup with Himself and Christ-likeness.
The main question I want to ask myself as I look back on it, is “How have I grown in my knowledge of God?” Because that’s what’s most important. How do I know Him better than I did a year ago? I’ll be pondering that a lot over the next few weeks, and how I can know Him better.

… that was this year. What about next year?
I’ve been realizing over the past few days, as I so easily over-schedule – and I can rush around and get it done, but often with much pain and fretting, and not resting in Christ and really spending time WITH Him and in meditation on His Word and in prayer like I should… There’s a lot I need to cut out. I was thinking about it one day and realized I need to cut myself out.

I’ll have things I want to get done during the year – though I’m not going to set school year goals anymore. It’s too confusing to have 3 different years going on, school year, age year, calendar year. Anyway. Cutting out. No ‘me time.’ Limited computer (only if I have time and drive to reply and write, not surf the Internet), spontaneous sewing and photography, scrapbooking only during movies, having things to do in spare moments so I don’t waste them.
I want a bigger vision, one that goes beyond “Well this year I’m doing this,” and that isn’t just being busy and productive at home and in the church until I get married and then just transferring that over to marriage. I mean a vision that I’d be perfectly happy fulfilling even if I’m not married 10 years from now or never get married.
I want to become proficient in tuning pianos, to the point where I could feel comfortable asking customers to pay by September 2012. A year later than I originally hoped for, which has taken getting used to because it means more time tuning next year than I wanted to put in. I want to spend more time with homeschool mothers, more time serving. I’m starting a reading list, so far it’s all theological, which I’m really looking forward to. Lord willing, I’ll be a member of our church soon, and that will bring other responsibilities. I want more time in prayer, with Him. I often pushed aside the pursuit of holiness for my lists. I’m fighting against that. Shorter lists may be needed. But for the fruit that results, it will be so worth it.
As I look back over the year again, I see how much of it was full of pressing on even when I wanted to quit. There were days I wanted to rest, but knew I shouldn’t/couldn’t (A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, and poverty will come upon you like a robber, and want like an armed man). There were days I lost hope, forgetting to look heavenward and work for His glory and for the hope of His return (For to this end we toil and strive, because we have our hope set on the living God, who is the Savior of all people, especially of those who believe.)

… this has been a long post. Maybe I should have broken it up more. But I wanted it all together, as a sort of ‘year in review.’ I think it’s a good thing I didn’t know at the beginning of the year how hard it would be because I would’ve balked and ran. Because I underestimated Him. I never want to do that again. Because He is faithful and strong, no matter what.
And I am His.

Pro Christo – Further up and Further in!

Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials fof various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.
If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him. But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind. For that person must not suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways…
Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him. Let no one say when he is tempted, “I am being tempted by God,” for God cannot be tempted with evil, and he himself tempts no one. But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire. Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death..
But be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves. For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks intently at his natural face in a mirror. For he looks at himself and goes away and at once forgets what he was like. But the one who looks into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and perseveres, being no hearer who forgets but a doer who acts, he will be blessed in his doing.
{excerpts from James 1}

Quilts, Hats, Cards, and Aprons

This makes me want to knit.
But this makes me thankful to crochet. 🙂
Basically everything crafty I’ve done since Christmas has been baby related. I made an apron, but otherwise it was all baby hats, baby quilts, and baby afghan planning (while my big quilt lies untouched since the first week of December. I really need to get back to work on that).
But I’ve been enjoying secretly putting together baby quilts (as I told Sarah, “It’s a baby quilt for x’s baby. They don’t know about it.” After which we laughed because it sounded like I was saying they didn’t know about the baby. That would be difficult…) This baby quilt what I picked up 12 different 1/4 yard lengths of material for in December (it was comforting to see other people in line who had close to 15 bolts in their cart).  It took us (Hannah and I) less than 2 hours to cut 144 2 1/4″ x 6″ rectangles, then about 3 hours to sew them all together. Then we pieced some old batting scraps, cut the backing, cut the binding, pinned, and sewed. A few weeks ago she came over and we watched a movie while we hand-quilted. Here’s one picture now, but the rest shall come with a lesson later. 😉

And hats. I knew how to crochet in a circle before I knew how to crochet a square, because I learned to make baby hats for a crisis pregnancy center. Well, there isn’t a crisis pregnancy center here, but there are lots of pregnant women at Church. 🙂 Here are some of the hats I’ve made, modeled by one of Candace’s dolls, which she was very kind to let me use:
The one on the far left was made from a ball of dark blue silver-flecked yarn I got in a little town in Germany last summer. I knew I wouldn’t have enough to make myself anything, and didn’t want to give it away. So I made a hat for my hope chest. 🙂
The one on the far right was for the newest daughter of one of the staff at Church, who I’ve gotten to hold twice since she was born. She is so precious. 🙂

While Hannah and I were searching for good fabric for the quilt on the JoAnn’s website, I saw this print:
… and thought it would make a perfect apron, with a jean pocket and heart applique. I’ve yet to find the right shade of jean (or any blue, really), so there’s no pocket yet. Before we went to the states I traced a pattern off of another apron and figured out how much fabric I’d need. Here’s the apron so far…

Birthday cards for the “week of birthdays” in February:
PhotobucketIn the past two weeks I’ve been crocheting my afghan (which is inching along…) and finishing up the last few squares of my quilt.  🙂
Meanwhile, we’re off to Lebanon today. 🙂


Sufficiency of Scripture: Composition and Aesthetics

Mr. Swanson was one highlight of the conference, here are two more: talking to Ben Botkin about composition, and attending Mr. Phillips’s breakout session on aesthetics. These are probably the two things that are most easily applicable in my life right now, and are things I can get quite passionate about.

I was slightly late to Mr. Phillips’s session, since Luke and I had just met John Moore. I walked in just as Mr. Phillips was reminding us that there is NO neutrality in aesthetics. None at all. Everything, even the way we walk, is determined by our worldview and is either for God’s glory or not (read Isaiah 3 and 4).
With that in mind, Mr. Phillips asked the question: “What principles will guide us in deciding what aesthetics Aesthetics are simply an outward showing of inward religious principles.
As Christians, we are called to glory in the Lord, whatever we do (Jeremiah 9:24, 1 Corinthians 10:31). We glory in our Creator, not what we have made.
If Christ gets the glory, not us, then it changes our methodology. Our aim is not self-expression, but the glory of God.
Our architecture is affected by our worldview. For example, Covenanter aesthetics died during the Enlightenment. When men returned to Greek philosophy, they also returned to Greek architecture – hence a Parthenon in Scotland built in 1820. It remains unfinished.

Mr. Phillips noted a few things about humanistic art. This was followed by the Genesis foundation for a theory of aesthetics.
For the humanist…
– Art is a perversion of the Creator/creature distinction.
– Art is freedom from law and order, self expression.
– Art is the worship of art
– Art becomes mediatorial idolatry (eg, people say “We *need* art to worship God”). This says I need something to help me worship God, and art becomes a means for reaching Christ or becoming worshipful, not worshiping because of God’s greatness and to bring Him glory.

The difference between humanist and Christian aesthetics is not so much the what but the how. It goes beyond the film itself and on to the priorities and people on the screen. Cultures that place a high priority on holiness look different from those that place a high priority on death (eg, the Incans, Modern USA).
BUT – the Christian artist has a mandate before the Lord to show His character in art.
As defined by Rushdoony, “Art is the making well, or properly arranging of anything whatever that needs to be arranged.” Thus, art is organization.
Christian art differs from humanist art because –
– God alone is capable of original creativity. Go to God to be mentored in creativity.
– God communicates truth of vast significance concerning His character and priorities through His design.
– God made things for a reason
– God’s plan for the entire universe is earth – the only place that Christ came.

So how do we emulate that in our earthly disciplines?
– God’s work defines aesthetic perfection. Beauty is objective, preference is subjective. (This is supported by 1 Corinthians 13. A clanging cymbal is used to portray a distasteful sound.)
– Man and his work are purely derivative. (more on this later)

Art and the Bible:
– We need to have dominion in the arts, which are gifts of God (Calvin)
– There was music during Creation week – the morning stars SANG!
– the Great Commission – we are to communicate God’s glory.

We should be the most creative of all peoples because we were redeemed by the Creator.
Art communicates, this is why it is not neutral. The perversion of the modern mind claims to communicate subjectivity.
Bach sought rather to place biblical philosophy of music. Our appreciation of a flower isn’t its complexity but it’s simple beauty. Bach understood this and made his compositions both complex and simple. The reason Bach went so far was because he saw his music not as a hobby but as a calling.
Take every note captive!

Other things of note:
Rome – world conquest does not equal dominion.
Art can be a rebellion because the modern world has made it into expression.

Mr. Phillips’s discussion on Bach made me smile. When I’d talked to Ben earlier that morning, that had been mostly what we talked about: Bach. Which is fine by me, I love Bach.
I love Bach even more after SoS.
I was so nervous about talking to Ben, mostly because I had no idea which of the Botkins he was. So I went up to their table and asked the lovely woman behind the table (not a Botkin) which one was him. She pointed him out and asked “So do you like music?” I talked with her for a while, and then she called Ben over and introduced me to him (what a relief. The reason I had so much trouble talking to John Moore was because I had to walk up and say “Hi!” instead of being introduced). She mentioned my interest in composition, which kicked off the conversation.
My main question for him was “Where do you start?”
Here is where Ben is so amazing. He’s completely self-taught, and he taught himself by studying music. That’s it, just studying music. And work. He studied the kind of music he wanted to write. He worked on playing things by ear, to learn which thing sounded good, and helping get things from your head down to your fingers. He studied film scores to figure out what sounds good with regard to length of the melody, chords under the melody… But the two main things that stuck out to me were when we talked about work and emotion.
First of all, work. Ben loves Bach as well, and had a brilliant quote by Bach (which later Mr. Phillips also quoted). When asked why his compositions were so good, Bach replied: “I was obliged to be industrious. Whoever is equally industrious will succeed . . . equally well.” If there’s one thing that characterizes what Ben has done, it is most definitely work. He challenged me to work.
Then we talked about emotion. He told me that you don’t write from emotion. I already somewhat knew that, as if you sit down at the piano whilst feeling sad and hit random notes, it won’t sound any different than any other time you’re hitting random notes. But yes, don’t write by emotion, but write to show emotion. Think about what you want the music to bring, then portray that. Get the listener to where you want them to be.
Ben does a lot of composition for films, like the Mysterious Islands, Homeschool Dropouts, Return of the Daughters, etc., and he was talking later about how in a film, you’re under submission to the director. Take what you need to do and see what other composers did in a similar place. (Eg, if you have an underwater shots, watch underwater scenes in other movies and see what the music is like).
So: study the kind of music you want to write, work hard, and don’t write from emotion, but portray it nevertheless.

“The aim and final end of all music should be none other than the glory of God and the refreshment of the soul.” – Bach

For the glory of the most high God alone,
And for my neighbour to learn from, (also Bach)