Remember when I said that we were leaving for Sacramento this morning?
Turns out that we might be leaving tonight. Apparently we have some things to finish up before we go. Dad has a review to write for one of his employees; he has been experimenting with some winning lines from his repertoire of employee review jokes;
This employee is not so much of a "has-been" as a definite "won't-be".
His men would follow him anywhere....but only out of curiosity.
Since my last review, this employee has reached rock bottom...and has started to dig.
Just kidding; he actually is managing to write very good reviews for the employees; I would definitely want him to do an employee review for me if I ever had to have a review done!
Anyway, before we leave we also have to actually finish packing. Shocker, I know, but somehow I don't think it has "hit" any of us that we're actually leaving, with the notable exception of my sister Emily, who has been packed up and ready to go for a long time. I think that I'm packed up, but of course that is always subject to change.
If we get out of here by the time Sacramento starts we'll be doing well! :-)
Emily: We know that Whitney is going to turn out just like Nic; we thought it before, but it was proved when her very first smile was at Jay.
Remember when I said that we were leaving for Sacramento this morning?
I used to think every night at home was different, but that was before I went to ALERT and found out just how atypical nights could actually be. Basically there were no two nights the same at ALERT; and not just with minor variations, but with major ones. And now I'm home, and I have such an appreciation for regular nights. Even nights right before vacation and Conference, like tonight is, are actually typical.
Right now we have all of the doors in the house open, and most of the windows. It's a cool night with breeze....just perfect. The little kids are hither, thither and yon doing all sorts of activities. The sun is just setting. I had a very enjoyable phone conversation a few minutes ago. Jay got off of the roof after working all day and looked like he had just come on a ship from Africa; he had black tar remnants all over him. We sat at dinner and ate a meal together and shared about our respective days, and now we're packing up and getting ready to leave for Sacramento tomorrow.
I love my life!
I'll end with a funny quote from my last week at ALERT.
Danae (riding shotgun while I was driving): Nicole, watch out; please don't hit that pavilion.
(Pause) Um, wait. I meant, pedestrian.
Speaking of funny quotes, I shipped my quote book home and I've been going through withdrawals because I beat my box home. And now I won't get it before we get back, so I'll have to keep trying to remember the funny quotes from vacationing with my family, which are sure to be numerous.
Pray for our safety; tomorrow we go to Yosemite (I think) and then onto Sacramento the next day. I lose track of what we're doing; it's been so long since I've been home that they've made all of the plans without me. Oh, well; I don't mind. This year, this time, I'm just along for the ride.
I'll try to update when I get back!
My flight was delayed due to weather, and some senior executives from American Airlines who had to fly on our flight. But it was an uneventful flight once it got started.
The sweetest sight in the world awaited me at the bottom of the escalator.
I'm now home.
With my baby sister, with my three-years-old-today sister, with Danny, with Em and Mom and Jay. Dad will be home soon. We're having a party in a few minutes.
I wouldn't trade it for the world.
It's good to be home.
Excuse me for not posting a longer post; I have months of catching up to do.
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow /
There'll be sun /
Just thinkin' about tomorrow /
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow /
'Til there's none /
When I'm stuck with a day, that's gray, and lonely /
I just stick out my chin, and grin, and say, ooh /
The sun'll come out tomorrow /
So you gotta hang on 'til tomorrow /
Come what may /
and if I may use the expression, I walk on untrodden ground.
There is scarcely any part of my conduct which may not hereafter
be drawn into precedent." --George Washington
Question, men: what kind of man does your daughter want to marry? Before you go on, stop and ponder it a moment. Truly ask yourself, for each of your daughters, "What kind of man would she like to marry?"
Question two: What kind of man would you like her to marry? That should come a little easier for you; you're probably envisioning plenty right now. Polite, a gentleman, a good provider, an excellent father. A man who never once views any woman with passion but your daughter, that is "always ravished with her love". You hope for a man whose chief delight is serving God and his wife. A man who treats her with utmost respect. A man whose anger never oversteps his dignity. A man to whom you feel confident you can entrust whatever insecurities she may have, knowing that he, through the Lord's leading, will balance them out. You want a man who views your daughter as beautiful, both in body and spirit, and who cannot get enough of her insights into the Lord. You want a man who is committed to raising a godly family, who cherishes children. You want a man who honors your daughter and would never disrespect her to others. In short, you want a man who loves God above all others and your daughter more than himself.
Proven fact: Girls marry guys like their dads. Time and again, studies have shown that the one greatest influence in a girl's romantic life is always her father. What he is, she (albeit often unknowingly) chooses in a mate. Flip back that page, guys, and read that list I made. Compare it to yourself. (Since it would take too space I won't write each question again). Big ones: do you ever disrespect her in public? Do you ever view her as a hassle? (If so, she'll marry a guy who wishes she would quit having kids). Do you hold her heart? Her insecurities? Does your anger ever overstep your dignity?
You hold the key to your daughter's future marriage. The man she marries will be an expression of you.
Challenge: be the man you would want your daughter to marry. You hold the fate of her love life in your hands. Do not dare to neglect such a sacred duty. Be proud for your little girl to marry a man just like her dad.
>And I realized…..God, how mysterious is daughterhood. The
>thing that I felt sure would bring me his disappointment had only given me
>more of his trust. The thing I wanted to be perfect on had been something he
>never desired me to be perfect on. He wanted to trust that I trusted him. If
>he believed that I trusted him fully, he didn't care [about the situation]
>because he knew that whatever happened, I would trust
>him to do what was best. Being imperfect was okay--as long
>as I was his trusting little daughter, mentally climbing up in his lap and
>resting in the place where I had so long ago climbed out of to make
>everything perfect before coming to him. He wanted me to be his little girl
>again, trusting in his decisions, resting in the fact that he would do what
>was best for me. He never wanted me to solve my own problems. He instead
>wanted me to believe in him and to trust him.
>Any dad can solve their daughter's problems. But it takes a special dad to be able
>to solve them well. When I trusted that my dad was big enough to do that,
>he became big enough to do that. I now not only respect and love my dad,
>but, above all, I trust him. And let me tell you, it is the greatest place
>that I can ever imagine being.
I just got two very exhausting pages done on The Controversial Article I'm writing and now I'm temporarily stymied.
Would you believe that I've been trying to write this for nearly three months?
It didn't take long to come to the conclusion in this situation; in fact, it presented itself and we completely took care of it all in under five seconds.
You see, my three-year-old little brother, Daniel, decided to get married. Just a few minutes ago he made the announcement. He's getting married and then he's getting a big truck (to cart his wife around in, presumably).
Like I said, we shot down the idea without a second thought. "You're too young to get married," we told him. Apparently, he's also too young to contradict; he went back to his playthings after a quick amendment: "Okay, later."
I think that sometimes God wishes we took Him at His word like Daniel does. So often, we don't! We inform God of our plans and He knows better. Just like we know better than to let Daniel go pick a wife and buy her a "big truck", God sees beyond our aspirations and announcements to what is truly best for us. Daniel wouldn't even be happy in a marriage at this age! He needs a few decades to prefect the art of husbandry!…
What things are we asking of God that we're not ready to receive? It's not Daniel's fault that he isn't ready. He hasn't done anything wrong. There's no shame in not being ready to get married. He's three years old! That's the problem!
We do one of two things when God says no to our plans: we get bitter at him for telling us to wait 20 years, or we assume that something is wrong, that we're outside of His will, yada, yada, yada. Have we ever stopped to consider that perhaps we're not in the wrong, and yet also it's not time? Have we ever paused to heed God's call to "wait"?
Next time we inform God of big plans and He says no, let's remember Daniel. Let's remember that God truly does know better. He isn't denying us a good thing. He merely wants to wait until we're ready. So let's put aside our thoughts of marriage and big trucks, go back to playing, and rest in the judgment of Him who "doeth all things well" (Mark 7:37).
For a long time I've wanted to create a blog where I can actually post using ALERT-approved internet access. Since Google blogs are, at least for the time being, allowed on the network, I've decided to start this one.
No, it won't be my primary blog, which can instead be found at www.nicolehearn.multiply.com. But I will maybe copy and paste my posts from my "real" blog over to here so that people can view my blog.
I've procrastinated long enough and am ready to follow through on this project.
Who knows if I'll actually keep track of it; many a blog of mine has faded into nothingness after I forgot about it.