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Remembering Solomon

Good morning, Posse.

I woke with a bit of an ache in my stomach from a late dinner last night… AND NO! I’m not pregnant. Somehow, being married all of a sudden creates this suspicious glance to the belly area by onlookers and aquaintances, as well as a thought process after a stomach ache complaint that is generally entirely unnecessary. (For the record, asking a woman if she is pregnant goes down in the female book of pet pieves as one of the most rude questions possible).

All that to say, I slept in and am feeling much better, and now am sipping my french press and thinking about how kind it is that the Lord gave us the Bible. I’ve been reading Proverbs 2 for the last several days; prayer reading it, more accurately.  

If you’re not familiar with it, it’s the writing of King Solomon (the king who asked for wisdom and first displayed his brilliance in a case between two mothers, one whose infant had died and the other who had an infant of the same age, but was kidnapped by the first mother- each claimed their right to the child, until Solomon quite horrifically discovered the identity of the true mother by offering to cut the baby in half so each woman could “share” the child. Obviously, the true mother relinquished her right in the desperate plea to save her child’s life, and Solomon knew she was the real deal).

Well, it’s this king who is writing to his son, Lamuel in the book of Proverbs. He takes all that he’s learned to plead with his son to grab hold of wisdom, and in Proverbs 2:2-5 he says,

 …”So that you incline your ear to wisdom, and apply your heart to understanding; yes, if you cry out for descernment, and lift up your voice for understanding, if you seek her as silver, and search for her as for hidden treasures; then you will understand the fear of the Lord, and find the knowledge of God.”

For this last week, I can’t get Proverbs 2 out of my prayers to the Lord. I keep thinking about how pleased God was that Solomon could have asked for anything he wished, but his cry as a young man was wisdom, and I can’t help but think the same for my life. Instead of just reading the Scriptures and nodding my head in agreement, I use the language in my prayers to God right out of the passage. Solomon pleads! He uses some strong imperatives: “incline”, “apply”, “cry out”, “lift up your voice”, “seek”, “search”… 

The reward? Understanding the fear of the Lord, and actually finding that you are beginning to know how God thinks, feels, acts. That is outrageous.  So onward and upward?

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Follicular Foible

How come every time you say you’re trying to grow your hair out someone says, “You should trim it! It’ll grow so much faster!!” Now… I might not be the world’s leading expert in logic, but huh? I’m not sure I buy it just because it works on shrubbery.

Dear Mythbusters,

What are you going to do about this? 

What You See Is What You Get

“For by means of a harlot a man is reduced to a crust of bread; and an adultress will prey upon his precious life. ” Proverbs 6:26 

 In some peoples’ opinions, I have a tendency to be a little on the “intense” side. It’s not so much that I am, I just have trouble concentrating so I often wear a furrowed brow and focused stare. Let me just begin this post by crumpling up all your preconceived notions about me and chucking it safely into the trash can of misnomers because I feel that what I am about to write is legitimate and could be read with the conclusion of, “Yeah, but that’s just Carrie- she’s crazy.”

Two weeks ago I was staring at the widespread issue of immorality in this nation, which has been the driving force behind the trafficking of thousands upon thousands of slaves in the pornography industry as well as the prostitution trade. Rarely do I have the feeling in my gut when I’m in prayer that results in a deep burden, but two weeks ago I was wrenched in my spirit over the men that I know.  I highly doubt I know even one man who has not either struggled with, is currently struggling with, or is free but constantly fighting pornography.

Something burns on the inside of me knowing that the men in my life cannot even go to the supermarket without being bombarded by ads and magazines that seduce them with perverse women who beckon them into opening up their eyes to a faulty notion of beauty. “For the lips of an immoral woman drip honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil; but in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword” (Prov. 5:3-4).

With every shred of my existence, I hate that the men in my life battle constantly with the shame of having looked her way for too long. Even after repentence do many find themselves overcome with feelings of instability and lack of true manhood because they have been fettered by the shame of it all.

I am convinced that men do with their eyes is dynamically related to the strength or weakness of the body of Christ at large (see Matt. 6:22-23).  Job said, “I have made a covenant with my eyes; why then should I look intently upon a young woman?” (Job 31:1)

Here’s the crisis. We see these verses, and for many of us they can become so familiar that we forget not only the weight of them, but the conditions in which they are being applied. The crisis lies not merely in the men who have a weakness, but in the women who lift no finger to help them. Women, read carefully. If what goes through your mind when you find the men you know struggling to maintain their righteousness, and your attitude is, “You get your act together and then you can come talk to me”, you have just sealed their fate in an ever growing pile of shame.

Ladies, I’d like to say you’re justified, but as the song goes, you’re “not that innocent.” What you have managed to achieve by telling a guy that he needs to get his act together before he’s even worthy to talk to you, when he is sincerely fighting for his walk with God in the midst of a perverse society, without offering even a shred of prayer to help him, and without making sure the plank has been safely dislodged from your eye, I’d take great care in your attitude. Take note that I am preaching to my own soul here too!

What are we wearing? How do we relate to the men in our life? Do we draw their attention to the Lord or to ourselves? Do we bless them and their fight for righteousness, or do we spend all of our time poking fun at them and rolling our eyes at their “guy-ness”? Do we ever pray for the Lord to put iron in their spirits to resist lust? Do we look at them as brothers, or are they all just a smorgasbord of potential husbands? 

I’m making a call to every woman who reads this: let’s fight for our men.        

What does pen clicking and gum snapping have in common?

They are two of the most loathefully annoying sounds contrived by the human race. 

I’m a Genius

It’s Friday again. The good thing about Fridays is that it’s the day before Saturday. The bad thing about Fridays is that, well… it’s still not Saturday. Right now I’m procrastinating over an assignment that requires all kinds of steps and thick books that have little to nothing convenient about them.  I high-five Zodhiates for all his brilliant work, but wow.

I’m in Dunn Bros, sipping my Fully City Brew with not much excitement after a wild goose chase to find an Interlinear Bible and a New Englishman’s Greek Concordance with handy Lexicon. My instructor insists on using the internet as a last resort, but I think rebellion is in the works- two lame libraries later, I’m rifling through ciberspace.

Actually, I have been doing a bit of research, just not in the Bible. For the last month or more I have been driven nearly to the point of insanity due to one very large, very loud creature that makes me want to go on a Raid rampage until peace is restored, but now I have found a little more information on my mortal enemies. Ladies and gents, I’d like to introduce you to the most obnoxious creature ever (besides that guy I once encountered in the early days at a club that I refuse to go back to for more than one reason). It is the dreaded Cicada.

These are what nightmares are made of. You can read the link, but did you know that they can exist underground for up to 17 years before they come to the surface? Then they lay up to 600 eggs. The moral of the story? Kill them! Kill them ALL!!! You might say something like, “Carrie, if all the cicadas were removed there would be an imbalance in the ecosystem- they eat the sap off of trees!”

Okay, all I have to say to that is just THINK for a second about what you’re saying!! Personally, I would much rather be overrun by too much sap than loathsome beasts that keep me up at night, buzzing outside my window for no reason whatsoever. Miserable bugs…

Stalker

Okay, I have a botheration. There seems to be a consistent amount of either one or more individuals nearly daily who searches my first and last name and aptly wind up here. Actually, creepily enough, there was a total of 14 clicks onto my boyfriend’s site in search of my first and last name shortly after I got this account. These phantoms click on to my blog and that’s all she wrote. Now, I ask myself…. does this person know me? Is there another Carrie Blom for whom they are searching, or are they the most likely option: a stalker? The point is, who are you?

I mean, if you plan on clicking on every day, you might as well set me as one of your “favorites”, because let’s face it, I am- even if you think I’m jacked up and have nothing good to say, I still have that magnetic power that draws you in day after day after day after day after day… okay, I’m freaking myself out.  

Is It REALLY Getting That Hot in Here?

We have hit the mid-point of summer and fashion has reached its peak with bold colors and sassy cuts. Who doesn’t love packing away sweaters and dark fabrics for the lighter and careless trends of the steamy months? What could be better than light linens, short shorts, and tiny tanks, all of which are designed for the body type of a model who weighs no more than 120 lbs and stands no less than 5’ 9” tall? Better yet, what could be more ideal than those items being designed by some of the most perverted people in the industry, taking on the responsibility for “making women feel good about themselves”? This season is all about looking sexy, sassy, and flirty. The formula to success is trendy + minimal fabric = confidence, allure, and power. Let me just ask, does anyone else find it disturbing that porn addicts are designing our clothing? Yes, not all designers are addicted to porn, but do we have any idea how rooted in filth this industry is?

Okay, it’s not that big of a deal. I’m an overreacting idealist. I’m overreacting because I’m a “modest person.” But I find it a little nauseating that the same nation who has one of the larger markets for child pornography as a part of its human trafficking as come out with a string bikini for toddlers.  

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Simply Musing

“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End,” says the Lord, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.” (Revelation 1:8) 

But our God is in heaven; He does whatever He pleases. (Psalm 115:3)

(This will sound like I’m in mid-thought, but that’s what musing is all about, right? They call it “charaz”, but this isn’t so much “wise sayings” as the definition of the translated word assumes. It’s more incomplete thoughts of a student who loves the Bible, so read on if you don’t mind that kind of scattered-ness). 

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Do I have a problem or am I a connoisseur?

The problem with the over-produced machine called the coffee industry is the lack of attention to detail. Now, I’m not normally a picky person, but the Macchiato has to be one of the best ideas since the first person who picked the first coffee bean said, “Hey, I might have a sweet idea.” To my dismay, there is a vast amount of those who think the Macchiato is a tiny bit of lukewarm espresso, cups and cups of caramel syrup, and a minimum of a poud of whipped cream.  Who are you people?!

The other day I go to one of my favorite places in Kansas City to get away from the normal crowd, and find myself looked up and down by a Barista.

Definition:   a person who works at the counter of a coffee shop; a coffee bar server

I order the beloved beverage, which is intended to be a couple shots of espresso with a smiggen of rich foam on the top. The correct temperature is very important.

The poor sweet girl has likely had far too many people cross her path who order the Macchiato with gusto, assuming they will receive for their monies a gooey treat that would be better described as ice cream, rather than coffee, and then turning into a vicious  foe as they receive a small cup of what is rightfully understood as the Macchiato.

I was once a barista. I understand the false assumption… but I was still mildly insulted.

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