When Did You ‘Go Green’?

Someone asked a question in an email group I’m a part of that really made me laugh. The question was, “When did you decide to ‘go green’ ?” Everyone was responding with wistful musings about the day they’d seen the light, and the small beginnings they had before learning about all the ways it can be done. I’m not poking fun at them, and any effort made is a good thing, isn’t it? It’s the temperature of our world, the current of our society that prompted the question. Has the modern generation missed out, or what!? It’s stunning.

I never decided to ‘go green’! It’s not a new concept, just a ’90’s era word, a new gimmick or catch phrase for politicians and mass marketeers. The hippies didn’t invent it in the ’70’s either. LOL! I believe ‘conservationist’ was the phrase that caught on in the ’50’s and ’60’s. Prior to that it was just called ’stewardship’. It’s been a way of life for me all of my life. Recycled things were called ‘leftovers’, which were never wasted. Some were called ‘hand me downs’, or ’second hand’. Excessive living was called ‘wasteful’, or even frivolous, and finding more efficient ways of doing things was just plain smart, or frugal at the very least. Saving energy, or finding renewable resources was what we all did just to save a little money, or to use up something that would otherwise have been wasted leftovers. We were basically living healthier as it’s being defined by the ‘green’ movement of today, because we didn’t add everything that science and big corporations tried to sell to us to our homes or our gardens.

No, it’s not a new idea. It’s just a popular idea in this generation because they are the first generation to have everything in their lives mass produced, packaged and sold to them all neat and clean, never really connecting them to the real things in life. I’m glad to see it happening! It’s just kind of nauseating the way it’s presented as sort of ‘elitist’, a counter-cultural political party, or a radical, end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it thing. It’s just basic stuff, isn’t it? It’s a result of a not-so-gradual evolution away from the way the Earth and nature were designed to work, by a world that has suddenly found that mass production and mass distribution to mass markets may not be the answer to all the ills of society that they all thought it was going to be. The fact that they are so far out of touch with real life and living doesn’t mean that everyone is, and I hate to break it to them, but I can be deeply involved in the ‘green’ thing, and still be a conservative, a Christian and someone who believes in creation, as well as intelligent, without their political affiliations and without having some great spiritual revelation.

I’m not saying they are all that way, but they are widely viewed as such, portrayed that way by the media, and in my experience they are generally proud of that association. Pride in one’s life choices is wonderful! I am happy for them, honestly. Now they need to allow the rest of us to live by our convictions as well, even though they are different.

That’s not all I have to say about that, but I have to leave shortly, and I’m out of time.

Thank you Loretta and Gus (Jessica) for motivating me to blog again. It’s been 5 months! Wow!

Back to the Business of Living

What a time I’ve had trying to get in and blog!  A few times this week I thought I would come in and sit down to my computer, but something would come up.  Tonight it would appear I have a few minutes.  Unfortunately now my mind is sort of blank!  What was I thinking I’d like to write about?

How about gardening to start?  My garden is not much as gardens go, but I decided to throw a few edibles in with my flowers this year.  It’s the only soil in my yard that has been worked enough to support life, so I poked a few bell pepper plants, some stevia, a tomato and some cilantro in among the ivy and the flowers.  If all goes according to plan I might plant a few more things.  I had every intention of preparing a decent sized area out in the back yard so I could plant more, but I didn’t get it done.  The dirt back there is so poor weeds will barely grow.  It will take quite a bit of work and I just didn’t get to any of it in time.

My husband is getting ready to build a patio just outside my back door, and I’m probably going to grow some things in pots out on it.  The problem is that the temperatures are going to be really getting up there soon, and out here very little grows well when the real heat comes.  Folks around here say that tomatoes do better in containers than they do in the ground during the heat because you can move them around and out of the worst of the heat when you need to, so here’s what I’m thinking.  If I plant a few more tomatoes, maybe some beans and squash in some pots out on the patio about late July or early August they will be easy to move around and protect from the sun while they are small, and by the time they get bigger the weather will cool off a bit and they might do well enough, if there are enough hours of sun left in the day, to actually produce a late season harvest.  It’s worth trying.  Everything else I have tried met with pretty sad results.  Something has to work.  I’ve seen other people around here grow things. It can be done.  I want to have something to show for this growing season.

My neighbor across the street invested a small fortune in his “garden” area.  It’s more of a modified green house.  He made an enclosure covered with shade cloth and installed an overhead misting system and drip irrigation, and brought in load after load of mulch and potting soil and bedding mix and what have you.  He has reasonable success now, but for crying out loud he aught to!  For all that I’d expect State Fair Blue Ribbon quality produce!  For all that I could have probably paid someone else to grow it for me!  LOL!  I poke fun, but I’d probably build myself something like it if I could.  I just like to grow things.

I think growing things in pots on the patio will look nice.  We’ve been in this house for fifteen years and never used the back yard because it is just a dusty, unattractive old dirt lot.  Having a patio will be a great plus, but something green out on it would really help.  We are probably going to put in some grass.  I’ve always wanted grass back there.  We tried several times to get some growing, but we just didn’t have any luck.  There are  seeds, fertilizers and things on the market now that make it where you can practically grow grass on a flat rock I think, so we’ll give it another go.  A few nice pots, grass, maybe a flower bed and we might actually enjoy our back yard!

We’re going to build a shed out back, too.  I’m really excited about that!  That means I can empty my storage unit and bring my stuff home!  When we put the house on the market a couple of years back I took everything I didn’t really need and any extra clutter and packed it to move and hauled it off to storage.  The realtors all say it makes the house show better, so I really emptied it out.  I figured I could live without it until the place sold and we moved, no problem.  Well, then the economy did it’s thing, the housing market did it’s thing, blah, blah, blah… and now just over two years later… here we still sit and I miss my stuff!

It’s going to be like Christmas for me going through it all!  I packed my favorite things first so they’d be well packed and safe.  I bought a few new things just before we started packing and they went.  We packed most of our books, our wall hangings and lots of personal things.  I put keepsakes away, bedding, the boys even packed away some toys!  They probably out grew them by now.  That makes me feel terrible.  They would ask about things and I’d go rummage around and find them and dig them out for the most part, but I’m sure they still have things in there.

It will be a challenge to see if I can get everything back in the house or not.  We were crowded when we started.  That’s part of the reason we needed to get some of the stuff out before we showed it.  Over time I bought duplicates of some of the things I’d stored thinking I wouldn’t need them, but it turned out that I did.  I stored my winter clothes thinking we’d surely be moved before I would need them again.  I have all new school supplies, art stuff, blankets, some dishes and pans.  Pans!  Oh yeah!  I have a huge box of iron pans in storage!  I love my ironware.  It’s almost all I use.  I’ve acquired a cabinet full of iron since I packed my other away.  I’m going to have to build a special place just for my iron I think!  Something very sturdy!

My china and my flatware, my bread machine and my juicer, no telling what else is in storage over there.  I have forgotten what all I had.  Stuff.  Just stuff.  But it’s my stuff and I want it back.  It’s likely going to be quite a job unpacking it but I’m tired of life being on hold “in case we move.”  I’m bringing it home.  When we re-list our house to sell later on I’ll deal with it, but for now I want to live in my house again amidst all of our familiar, cozy stuff (albeit crammed in like pickles in a jar)!

I’m rambling.  I think head for bed and read a while.

In Honor of Earth Day

I think a repost is in order… Sheesh.

What Can I Say

Funny how a bunch of liberal groups, greenies, so called “Earth Friendly” folks have cabbaged onto some “lifestyle” ideas about recycling, preservation, frugality, and general environmental consciousness as though they were new and different concepts, and somehow exclusive of their political party and of their little corner of the biosphere. What?! You can’t be conservative and conservation minded! Republican and Earth friendly! Religious and a recycler! Forest loving and a disciple of Jesus! Energy conscious and a Christian! Gun toting, meat eater and a tiller of the ground! How gauche!

It may come as news to some, but stewardship wasn’t invented by liberals in the seventies. Sorry. It’s true.

Hello again, to my vast audience of ones!

I haven’t blogged in ages.  I used to get in here about once a week or so, but it’s been a long time.  Not that I had all that many  earth shaking things to write about or anything, but I did really enjoy doing it.  I have a new, somewhat different and busier schedule, and I haven’t quite figured out how to put time for blogging into it yet.  I’m getting there, though, so I’ll be getting back into the swing of it soon.  Now I have to remember how I did it!  LOL! I can’t remember how I started, or what made me decide what to blog about.  I guess it’s like riding a bicycle and I’ll figure it out once I get back on.

The Parental Rights Amendment

The Parental Rights Amendment

http://hoekstra.house.gov/Issues/Issue/?IssueID=4332&ln_desc=

Here in Kingman, our Representative has already joined in support of this bill as a co-sponsor (thank you and God bless you, Trent Frank!), but they still need 19 more co-sponsors introduce this bill in the House of Representatives. If you want to check and see if your Representative is already a co-sponsor, here is the current list of co-sponsors: http://www.parentalrights.org/index.asp?Type=B_BASIC&SEC={48D114CD-BD70-4776-A32A-5661013D8897}

Please encourage your friends and families to take a few minutes to contact their representatives here: http://www.congress.org/congressorg/home/ Just type in your zip code. Ask them to join with Rep. Pete Hoekstra and get this thing done! I know it seems like an imposition to some, and that it takes a little more time out of an already busy day, but it’s really only a few minutes and it means so much to me, our children, our families, and our nation.

Thanks,

Be blessed,

Rhenda

Emergency Replacement Puppy

It’s been a hard few weeks.  We lost our old dog back on February eleventh and it has been a long, lonely adjustment for us all.  The day I took her to have her put down was a Wednesday, a church night.  I remember going to church and hiding my eyes from everyone because they were red and swollen from crying and I didn’t feel like answering any questions about why they were that way.

I had called my pastor to let him know that it was possible I might be a little bit late.  It wasn’t three full hours between the time I took the old girl in until the time church started, and I didn’t know how long it would take to do the deed, get back, pull myself together and still get ready to go to church.  I just wanted to give him a heads up about it all.  He was very empathetic and related a sweet story about some kind of dog movie he saw once and an old dog he has; just trying to help me out.  He’s a very sweet man.

As soon as I walked into the church he approached me, and I was sure I was in for a big hug and a “sorry for your loss” or something, and I was, but I was sort of surprised that he immediately followed it up with an offer to take his puppy.  I was thinking, “Wow, ol’ Chrissie’s not even cold yet.  I really can’t think about that right now.”  I answered him some way.  I can’t really remember what I said exactly, but I knew he only meant well, and I appreciate him so much, so we chatted for a few minutes more and went on about our regular business.

We have talked about getting a new dog.  I just really don’t like the idea of having just one dog anymore.  Dogs like their people, but they really enjoy the company of other dogs, too.  When we decided to get a puppy for Chrissie it was because we thought it would sort of revitalize her life.  She was getting older and getting to where she didn’t have a lot of energy, and I wanted her life to be extended and full and happy.  What better way than to get her a friend?  So we got her a puppy, Beth, and it worked like a charm!

We all loved Beth immediately.  Chrissie’s puppy was a part of our family.  When Chrissie died we started talking about “eventually” getting Beth a buddy, and “someday” finding a new family dog.  Out of some kind of weird sense of respect for Chrissie and her life and what she meant to us, I was semi-determined NOT to get another dog right away and certainly when the time came I wasn’t going to get a big dog.  We’d wait and see how things went.

Several more times my pastor or his wife reminded me that they had a sweet puppy that they needed to find a good home for.  He’s half Queensland Heeler and half lab.  I put off dealing with that.  I knew they meant well and they really needed someone they could trust to take their dog, and I really didn’t want to let them down, but half lab means pretty good sized dog and I really wasn’t interested in a big dog.

Well, by this time you can probably tell where this story ends up.  His name is Nash, he’s a four month old bundle of happy, floppy puppy that we all fell crazy in love with right away.  So, less that a month after we lost Chrissie we get Nash, who at four months, weighs thirty-six pounds and if he grows into his skin and his feet, he could easily see “big” when he’s fully grown, but he’s a fit, you know?  He just fits.  We’re all really happy.  Nash, too.

We sure would like to have the chance to show him off, so check out my photos here and see what a cutie he is!

So the adventure begins…

Good-bye Old Friend.

Well, we lost our old dog this week.  Chrissie was a smart old girl with a silly smile that she was practically famous for among our friends and family.  She’s been a part of our family for many wonderful years, but her time ran out much to our great sadness.  We’re going to miss her a lot.

I hesitate to tell the story of her last hours.  Partly because it’s still really fresh in my mind and it’s hard to talk about, but also because it sounds made up.  If someone else told me what I’m about to tell you I’m not sure I’d believe it myself, but I tell you it’s absolutely true.  My son was there and he’s able to remind me that it wasn’t in my head.

She was almost twelve years old when we were told she had cancer.  What do you say when you find out a thing like that?  We couldn’t really afford to shell out the kind of money they were asking for the surgery and they told us that at her age the surgery was at least as risky as doing nothing.  Many older dogs don’t recover from the anesthesia after a surgery of that sort, and we were aware that at her age she would probably never fully recover even if she did live through it.  In the end we decided just to bring her home, pray for her, and give her the best life we could for the rest of her life, however long it would be.  She did well for about a year.

A lot happened during that year that I’ll skip over.  Not all of it was good.  We did however get to baby her and pet her a lot, spoil her and give her extra attention.  Then about Christmas time she began to slow down pretty drastically.  I actually thought she was getting arthritic.  She was active and happy when she was up, or down, it was just going from one to the other that seemed to bother her.  I had forgotten somehow, believe it or not, that anything else was wrong.

Then last week right after my birthday she took a sudden and drastic turn for the worse.  She stopped getting up at all, and she was barely eating.  The last two days she wouldn’t eat, and finally she got to where she couldn’t hold down any water either.  Her breathing was very labored and she was obviously dieing, and suffering.  It was horrible, and I knew I had to take her in and have her put down the next day if she made it through the night.  She did, and I took her.  It was sad.  Really sad.

We took her in and they very kindly gave her a pain shot right away.  It was the first time in a few days that she really relaxed and breathed easily and it was nice to see.  They gave us a few minutes to be with her, and we petted and kissed and cried and snotted , and then they had us leave the room when they gave her “the shot”.  I asked if they would let me return to see her after she was dead and they said that would be fine, so we stood outside the door while they did the deed.

We waited for what seemed like a long time, but in reality it was probably only about five or six minutes.  They came back and got me and told me that she was dead and that I could go in and see her.  I went in and she was still and lifeless. It was done.  I was walking over to her to pet her one more time and cover her up with her blanket when she started breathing again.  She raised up her head, looked at me in the eyes and gave me one of her goofy smiles.  She layed her head back down and looked at me for another long minute while I petted her, then her gaze floated away from mine, she went still again and died… again.

The woman that was attending her couldn’t believe it as she prepared a second shot.  She said she’d never seen anything like that in all the time she’d been there.  I’m thinking then why now, and why us?  I was afraid to leave!  I wanted to know she was dead, I waited to be sure, and even though I saw it for myself this time, I was afraid to leave her there.  I had dreams that she roused herself again after I left, and was alone and all kinds of awful things happened.

I don’t know why I felt that way.  The woman who gave her the shot has told me that she must have really loved her people to come back and tell me good bye and that everything was okay.  My husband said the same thing.  She was such a pleaser that it would be like her to do that, but that just sounds too spooky and oogy-boo to me.  It sounds almost like too easy of an explanation, for lack of a better way of phrasing it.  On the other hand, what else could it possibly be?  She came back around, met my gaze, gave me her “trademark” smile, and died.

I do not know.  Not at all.

So, she is gone and the place feels a little empty without her.  Not many dogs are as smart as that one and even fewer are as well behaved.  Her funny habits will never be replaced.  The kids absent mindedly wait by the door a little extra moment when the puppy comes in, until it dawns on them that she’s not coming in after her.  She’s almost always been a part of our boy’s lives.  We had her most of Jonathan’s life and all of Josiah’s.  Beth, our puppy, wanders around looking for her in all the places she used to lay.  She’s pretty lonesome without her, too.  It’s all she’d ever known.  I guess maybe she needs a companion puppy now.  Yeah, yeah, that’s it.  Bethy needs a puppy!

My Valentine’s Day Message

It’s been a hard time for us lately, and I haven’t had any time to be on my computer.  Things will be normalizing a bit soon, and I’ll be back.  Until then, I am going to cheat and re-post my Valentine’s Day post from last year .  I liked it anyway.  LOL!

What kind of a thing is Valentines Day?  We call them “Hallmark” holidays at our house.  We started calling them that because Hallmark’s slogan is “When you care enough to send the very best.”  The idea is to get people to the point that if they don’t get a card then they feel they weren’t “cared” for enough to receive the very best.  Appeal to our most base level emotions.  Sink below the reason and intellect and go for the selfishness in us.  Smart marketing!  It’s very effective.  They are targeting a consumer base comprised mostly of emotionally immature people.  After a few years of repetitive marketing of this sort, it sunk into the subconscious of our entire culture.  It was plenty easy to do, since our culture is so feelings oriented anyway.  People will scream, cry, start horrible fights, get courts, law, and even governments involved anymore if something “insensitive” is done to them, and their little feelings are hurt.  They call it many things, but it’s just hurt feelings and somebody has to pay!  Can’t you just see the image in your mind of little three year old children with their little arms folded and their little bottom lips stuck out like a back porch?

These kinds of “holidays” were created by marketing firms to wring a few more dollars out of gullible Americans.  That’s all.  No romance, no thoughtfulness, not a lick of appreciation.  Just dollars.  It works, so they keep creating them.  How about Mother’s Day?”  I’m a mother everyday, and if you need Hallmark to tell you it’s time to notice it, spare yourself the buck and a half.  If I need so much maintenance that you have to spoon-feed me platitudes all the time, then I have a few more issues than Hallmark can fix!

Same for Valentine’s Day.  What about National Secretary’s Day?  Then Boss’ Day?  Ridiculous things are now “Holidays.”  The brilliant marketing minds would  turn them all into consumer events as big as Christmas if they could (or is that “winter holiday?”  Don’t get me started!).  If you don’t think so, look what they’ve done with Halloween.  It wouldn’t work for them, but so many small minded people swallowed the bait!  Now that it’s been formally adopted by our society, the rest of us almost have to get on board!  “Oh, don’t get me a gift on Valentine’s Day (Mother’s Day, or Take a Troll to the Laundry Day!)  if you can’t treat me nice the rest of the time!”  Nice thought, but let your sweetheart skip the Valentine’s gift and nice all year or not, he’s in the dog house until who knows when.  Until he can buy his way out I guess.

Isn’t having your own personal “holiday” once a year enough?  It’s called a birthday.  Your birthday is the day with no other special designated purpose.  You don’t have to share.  You can be openly and honestly self indulgent, petty, and demanding and you can probably get some of the attention you crave.  Yeah, okay now, there’s nothing wrong with celebrating a birthday at all.  There are times when a little of this kind of thing is fine, but I think you get my point.  My suggestion to people is grow up a little!

You know what my sweetheart did for me for Valentine’s Day?  He helped me with a problem I was having before he sat down and played with his new camera, something that he’d wanted for many, many years.  Now THAT’S a Valentine’s gift!  You know what else he did for me for Valentine’s Day?  And for Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, our anniversary, my birthday, his birthday, the kid’s birthdays, Forth of July, Memorial Day, Labor Day and just about every real holiday plus all the ones Hallmark thought up?  He went to work so we could pay bills, have decent clothes and nice things.  And he didn’t even give me a card!

Welcome, Old Friends!

I found a beautiful quote today.  I found it in an old, old book.  It was titled “Faith Made Easy” by James H. Potts, published in 1888.  There in the front of the book, just after the publisher information and before the preface were a few passages from different works, one of which struck me so powerfully when I read it that I saved it, and decided to post it here in my blog.

“No one is so much alone in the universe as a denier of God.  With an orphaned heart, which has lost the greatest of fathers, he stands mourning by the immeasurable corpse of nature, no longer moved or sustained by the Spirit of the universe, but growing in it’s grave; and he mourns, until he himself crumbles away from the dead body.”

~ Richter

I almost want to leave off there for tonight, it’s such an intense thought to ponder.  The depth of the reality of it all was like a slap in the face to me.  Then I started thinking about the writer.  ‘Who’ Richter?   I tried to discover who, but I have absolutely no idea, and that is shameful!

There are so many wonderful books by inspired writers that are fading away. It seems such a shame that so much has been lost to time in old, out of print books.  People poured their hearts and lives into them, and now they lay unopened, collecting dust someplace destined to be forgotten.  It just doesn’t seem  right to treat those venerable old volumes with such disregard.  Any time I see one I thumb through it’s pages simply because they should be thumbed through at least once more.

I may be a little behind everyone else, but I’ve recently discovered a really wonderful feature on the Google search page.  Actually, I think my husband showed it to me.  Whatever way I came across it, for about four or five months now I can’t get my nose out of it.  It’s Google Books.  Google has really done something wonderful here.  They have resurrected the old, dying books for a new generation to see if we will just go look at them.  I love old books, and I have been consumed with exploring them ever since I found this feature!

Go to the main Google search page and go to the top left side of the page.  There’s a fly down menu on the right side of that little menu bar that says “more.”  Go in there and click “books”,  type in your search parameters, enter, and there it is.  That’s pretty cool, but wait… there’s more!  (Sounded like an infomercial there, didn’t I?)  After you do that,  look up just above the list of results in your window.  There’s another little fly down menu that says “Showing: All Books.”  Open that and it will give you the option “full view only.”  Select that and you should get a new list of mostly very old, out of print books in there entirety that you can download to your computer!

I don’t know if that is exciting to anyone else, but I think it’s wonderful!  There are bits of history sprinkled there that aren’t common knowledge to us any more.  How do you build a fireplace that you can cook in, sit around and heat your house with?  Or better yet, how did the great-grandfather of a man writing a book in the eighteen nineties build a one?  What was commonly found in an average Victorian era home?  What do you feed your cow if you want good butter?  Where did your local dialects originate?  It’s endless, and it’s interesting!  At least it is to me.

I know I can’t read them all.  Some would bore me to tears anyway, but it’s nice to know that they are preserved.  They have a new opportunity to been seen by the eyes of a whole new generation of people.  The authors can live a little bit longer.  The lore isn’t altogether lost.  Thanks, Google.

Go S.O.A.P. Yourself

One of my pastors recently came across a good Bible Study program.  He got himself and the youth group at church started on it and they seemed to benefit from it right away.  It was so exciting to him that he got the pastor on board, and the next thing we knew all of the staff, administration, and leadership at the church had a nice little, leather, personal devotional planner.  It’s called S.O.A.P. and it stands for Scripture, Observation, Application, and Prayer.  Essentially it’s a Bible reading schedule with a journal and worksheets that sort of help you clarify what you’re getting out of your time spent with God and in His Word.  The little folder he got for me isn’t necessary at all in order to use the study program, but if he hadn’t gone to the personal expense and trouble to get it for me, I might not have looked into is as seriously I did.

I’m not real big on “trendy” things at any level, but most especially where my faith is concerned.  Trends in Christianity kind of gross me out.  You’d have thought that Rick Warren’s “A Purpose Driven Life” was the sixty-seventh book of the Bible!  I’m sure it was great.  Lots of wonderful people that I respect have read it and told me that it’s a great book. Maybe someday I’ll read it, but I tend to steer clear of most trendy things during the peak of their trend-dom.  Stubbornness?  Rebelliousness?  No, not really.  I’ve seen too many silly trends, and I’ve watched too many people look ridiculous, or worse, get hurt by them.  I find it all the more repulsive in Christendom.  I just think if it’s as good as all that it will stand the test of time, and I will happily read a timeless classic later on.

The reason I decided to go ahead and investigate this “trendy” little program is because it doesn’t require that you purchase anything new.  It’s text book is the Bible.  There’s no slant or bias, because there’s no commentary or workbook type material to go with it.  What it does for me is assist me in organizing myself as far as my personal study habits are concerned, and it helps me organize my own thoughts.   In the short time I’ve been using it I’ve seen some improvement in comprehension, or at least in recognizing that I’d been missing a lot with my old study habits.  It is helping me be introspective, to look at things more completely.  It’s training me to be more mindful of God’s presence and causes me to see more fully what He’s trying to show me.  It helps clarify things.

There’s a journaling aspect to this plan, too, and I know from just having started blogging, sporadic as I can be sometimes, that journals are key to growth and understanding, not to mention remembering things you were just sure you wouldn’t forget.  Journaling is different, and I’m sort of struggling with the transition, but I can envision myself settling into it fairly soon.  I can see that this is going to be a wonderful, powerful tool if I will be diligent to do it.   I’m very optimistic about it, because over all I have been diligent in my Christian walk in the past, striving to learn and grow, and this is just a better, more efficient, more refined way, I guess, to do the same thing.

It shouldn’t be any great leap to go from keeping a blog to keeping a journal, so I thought it would be good to share this here in the great blogosphere, amongst my vast readership of six or eight at this point, where it might be well received.  I copied and pasted an article from ehow .com below that explains the process better than I could, and my husband put together a Bible reading plan that you can access on one of my other pages (see the link in my menu bar to the right or click here).  Feel free to print it out and use it.

Do yourself a favor and give it some consideration.

Be blessed.

Original post: http://www.ehow.com/how_2324318_use-soap-method-bible-reading.html

S.O.A.P. stands for Scripture, Observation, Application, Prayer. It’s a great way to delve more deeply into your Bible reading, and record your thoughts, emotions and connections when studying scripture. S.O.A.P. is meant to be a journal you create with your regular Bible reading, using the process as you read each day, but it can also be an effective tool to help you connect with particular passages. You can use it with any Bible reading plan, whether you’re reading straight through from Genesis to Revelation, or following a reading plan from your church, study Bible or theinternet.

Instructions

Things You’ll Need:

* Bible

* paper or journal

* pen

Use the S.O.A.P Method of Bible Reading
Step1
Find a quiet time and space to read your Bible, preferably at the same time each day. Many people find that reading scripture in the morning helps get their day off to a focused start.

Step2
Complete the “S” by reading the scripture. Don’t just skim through it, but really think about what it means. Imagine what the people involved were experiencing. Write down a verse or two that really stood out to you in your journal.

Step3
Complete the “O” by writing down observations about the scripture you just read. You may want to write your own summary of the passage, but more importantly, think about what God has to say to you through this part of his word.

Step4
Complete the “A” by writing down how this Bible passage applies to you right now, in your daily life. For example, in the parable about the prodigal son, which character do you identify with most: the loving and merciful father, the son who squanders his life and then repents or the resentful older brother? Do you see similar situations in your life right now? How can you respond in the way Jesus taught?

Step5
Complete the “P” by writing down a prayer. This is a personal message from you to God, so don’t worry about getting the perfect words down. Just make it honest and heartfelt. Remember that God always listens, and already knows your needs. He just wants to hear from you.