Yesterday morning, I took some quiet time to write a little history of my friendship with write4jesus. When I sent it to missyrambles, she added her own words, and I think you'll agree that the harmony tells a unique story. This side of heaven, we'll never know all the lives that Rachel touched, but this is the story of how she touched ours.
The original text is by Allie. The words in italics were added by Missy
write4jesus and I have exchanged a lot of Bible verses over the years, but these two came to mind tonight:
2 Corinthians 1:4 Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.
2 Corinthians 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
From one of her favorite songs: He Giveth More Grace When we reach the end of our hoarded resources Our Father’s full giving is only begun.
The whole song is beautiful and meaningful, but we talked a lot about that particular line.
As part of a project a friend is doing, I've been charged with designing a matriarchal society in a fantasy setting. (Dwarves, FYI.) His suggestions included some Celtic and Eastern societies, and I will definitely look them up, but I'm going to be working on this project for months, at least, so I'd like to be comfortable with it.
My main concern was how a true matriarchal society would function while keeping the men masculine. Then, I wondered if there were any Biblical principles I could apply. So far, I've been studying Proverbs 31, which yielded textiles, farming, and real estate right off the bat. I thought I'd ask if any of you had ideas, suggestions, wish lists.
For example: Matchmakers are already usually female, so why shouldn't mothers handle the arranging of marriages?
Any pros, cons or other (real or imagined) matriarchal societal suggestions would be appreciated. I could use a conversation about this with someone who is not a 20-year-old male.
PS: Something I'd rather avoid at the moment is a very typical reverence for fertility. It would make me so happy if I could find a very special place in this society for women unable to have children. What would they do?
I've been poked a lot lately about my not writing here very often. Oh, the allure of Facebook and Twitter. Even now, I'm too sleepy to put my thoughts together--too much work. I guess everyone who says Facebook makes for lazy bloggers was right. It may not happen to everyone, but it has happened to me.
At the very least, I've now come to acknowledge that I do need 50 icons because it's frustrating only having five!
A few days ago, someone somewhere posted a link to a long (7-9 minutes) video that was kind of a summary of Ten's season on Who. It was a medley of a bunch of different songs, and Nine was watching it. Ring a bell? I did not save the link, and now I can't find it!
PS: I keep meaning to post, but I'm still too scatterbrained.
Me: Can I get a vanilla cone, then tipped into a 16 oz cup? (so I can make my own float from the inexpensive soda I already own) McWorker: I can put it in a child-sized cup. Me: (But then there would be no room for the soda!) No, I mean, could I have a 16 oz cup on the side? McWoker: I can put it inside a sundae cup, just with no hot fudge. Me: Well, I know you charge for extras sometimes; can I buy a cup? McWorker: The child-sized cup is the smallest I have. Me: Well, I don't want small. I'd like the 16 oz size. McWorker: The ice cream will sink all the way down into the bottom. Me: (Exactly! That way, there is room for soda!) That's fine. That's what I want. Me: (Considering canceling the order and going to the convenience store instead to buy vanilla ice cream. Watching in horror as she starts with the cone so it's too late for me to change my mind.) McWorker: (Putting my ice cream cone into a 12 oz cup.) That will be $1.06. Me: Okay, can I have.... I'm sorry. May I please have a 16 oz cup, too? McWorker: It will sink all the way down to the bottom. Me: I'm taking it home, and I'd like it to be contained. (A lid would be nice, too, but I'm not pushing it.) McWorker: (Finally hands me a 16 oz cup.) Me: Thank you so much!
Hubby: You are a very difficult customer. Me: It sounded very simple to me.
We've had a great week in the Bay Area with my family.
Due to a family thing going on, the relatives we were going to visit on Hubby's side aren't going to be in town when we are. So, instead of rushing to fly home standby, Hubby thought he would fulfill a lifelong desire and roadtrip from San Francisco to Phoenix. We won't have much time to actually sight-see, but it will be a nice drive.