from humbled hands

I can only share this because I have overcome my fear (at least of this one roach): Roach. Gross. Agile. Alert. ALIVE! Creepy crawling. Speedy Running. Hiding under dusty desky. I am dancing, prancing. Sweating, fretting. I'm a wreck. Heavy breathing, tip toeing. Check here, over there.. Oh, under that!!! It fits?? So huge! He sprints. Stops. Stares. I spray. Douse. Destroy. It disipates and then I see him. There he lay. He's donefor. Roach. Gross. from not-so-big-'n'-bad and humbled hands, Jessie Rediger

Pinterest. You haven't lived until you've joined! That's how I feel.  Suddenly I want to cook, create, collaborate. I want to decorate, dazzle, design.  It is truly inspiring.  Lately I feel like there isn't enough time in the day for me to discover more and more recipes, tips, and home remedies on Pinterest .  The thing is-I haven't actually tried any of my "repins."  I keep telling myself that I'll make the projects when I have time, I'll make the recipes when I go to the store to get the ingredients.  Who am I kidding?? When I go to the store I get the staples: popcorn, granola bars, apple juice, and peanut butter.  I don't typically run to the store to get fun things like vintage tea cups and lacy doily things or cool desks for bookshelves.  I can't just run and pick up a sewing machine.  Golly, I figured that in order to save money and live healthy I have to buy a sewing machine, kitchen aid mixer, double boiler,...

What do those letters even mean?  I took a personality test and apparently those four letters ( INFJ ) mean I'm rare.  I would say, "like a gem, rare?" or, "like a thick juicy steak, rare? but some might say, "no, you're like a mosquito bite with Lyme disease, rare."  Ouch.  So I'm a little different, ok? I always thought I was complicated, and this test proves it.  It was a little discouraging.  I was thinking some more about it, though, and realized I was actually grateful that someone had catagorized me, even me ! I don't exactly prefer to be "in the box," but I at least like to be known, understood .  I am thankful for this personality, though I don't often understand it myself.  I am thankful for it because without INFJ's this world would lack the intuitive feeler, the self-sacrificing nurterer, the compassionate leader, and the logical and creative visionary.  I suppose I am proud to be one.  (I'll just subtly leav...

(cue the Trumpets) The Dishes Are Done. For now... I'll have to get down and dirty in the sink after I finish making this honey whole wheat bread (I'll let you know how it goes) and then again after we eat dinner.  My hands get all soggy.  I splash dirty, soapy water on my shirt.  AND, if that's not bad enough, there isn't enough room to dry them all.  So, I'll stop halfway and dry and put them away and then finish washing the rest. I'll intend on washing them right after we eat or right after I finish baking.  But a lot of times I put it off.  Vince will distract me or I'll find something better to do.  I'll say "Oh I'll do it later, after I write in my blog or after I read this chapter or, or, or.."  What I've found is that it is more of a burden the longer I wait.  The longer I wait, the more I don't want to do them and the more necessary it becomes that I do them.  This reminds me of sin (I always have the most ran...

Those of you who read my last post, or know me, know that I struggle with coupons.  Here is the account of my first real attempt at couponing : I got a coupon in the mail from Target. One free loaf of bread. I continued to read the size 1 font, ensuring there were no "catches." Simple. All I had to do was go claim my free, fluffy, fresh (and healthy) loaf of bread before October 1, 2011.  It would be whole wheat, of course. I prepared our trip to the grocery store: had a list, highlighted "bread" knowing that I had to get the Archer Farms brand AND that it was a priority (like I would forget it), double-checked the pantry to make sure I had recorded everything that we needed, and we made our way to the car. As we pulled out of our apartment parking lot, through our security gate, I realized I forgot the most important item...the coupon.  Great start . Vince pulled over, I ran inside, snatched it up, ran back, and we were off. I was excited to be usin...

Today we had our Internet installed.  AND we got lucky because the man who installed it only had a modem and wireless router combo left..woo baby! So we have wireless, too. Boy howdy. Suddenly, I have a list of things to do: take pictures of books to sell, post them online, and attempt to sell them, blog about all of this- happening now (these are real time updates, people!), check Twitter (I could do that on my phone, too, but I have Internet AT MY HOME now), look up "recipes for those on a budget," and search "how to use coupons," again. Is it just me or are coupons so confusing and overwhelming?! I guess they just haven't 'clicked' for me yet.  Thus, the research ensues.  <<Stay tuned for my couponing update>> (That's for you, Sarah). Well, with all this interweb at the tip of my fingers-wherever I want it in the household-not just confined to the desk-whenever I want it-not just at the DTS library-I will never be bored again!!...

A date with my hubby at the DTS library...check! Free wi-fi...check! Bible reading...check! Journaling...check! Prayer...check! Wow, I am doing good today! I've been thinking a lot lately (what's new?) about my devotional time, the time I spend with God throughout my day.  I try to sit down and have a "quiet time" with just me and Him, my Eternal Father.  Oftentimes I get stuck in a rut and just read the Bible to read the Bible. How can I forget that the Bible, the word of God, is living and active?! Am I so proud as to think that I know what the Creator God is going to reveal to me in His word?  I hope not, though I act like it all too often.  And when I pray, I feel like I am speaking empty thoughts. Father, God, change my heart; mold my heart to be more like Yours.  May I no longer heap up empty phrases to You, may I no longer pay You lip service.  You deserve my all: thoughts, actions, AND time.  Everything belongs to You because You hold...

"If I have eaten my morsel alone,"     The Patriarch spoke with scorn; What would he think of the Church were he shown     Heathendom--huge, forlorn, Godless, Christless, with soul unfed, While the Church's ailment is fullness of bread,     Eating her morsel alone? "Freely you have received, so give,"     He says, who has given us all. How will the soul in us longer live     Deaf to their starving call, For whom the blood of the Lord was shed, And His body broken to give them bread,     If we eat our morsel alone!                                  Archbishop William Alexander I was extremely moved and convicted by this poem I read yesterday in L.B. Cowman's Streams in the Desert .  I know that I don't want to eat my mor...

I love music. I love dancing. I can't do either very well, but people that can AMAZE me. That is why I think everyone needs to see this video: This video clip is from the hit tv show "The Sing Off." I haven't actually seen it; we don't have tv, but I am so impressed with the talent represented here. The group is named "Delilah." We are people and people are amazing and God made us....blows my mind.  Is there anyone out there that can give me singing lessons?? Because I'll even scrub your toilet for them (remember I am "currently seeking employment"). from humbled (and slightly jealous) hands, Jessie Rediger 

DING! I'll start a blog. My current status, "actively seeking employment," (not "unemployed," of course) has freed up some time.  When I'm not sending out mass numbers of resumes to every possible position that I am qualified for (which isn't many, I suppose), I have absolutely nothing to do.  Vince does his homework, studies Greek, and reads and oftentimes I try and do the assignments too, just to see if I can.  My mom always reminds me of my love of learning. I think I just resort to it under dire circumstances, namely boredom.  This morning I decided I wanted the rest of the world, or maybe just my mother and grandmother, to read about my daily life.  I could make it interesting; I'll write about my job hunt or the divine Alfredo pasta I made for dinner last night. Maybe I'll post a YouTube video. OOooo... It could almost be too riveting. One thing I do know: I am blessed.  That word " blessed " encompasses a whole gamut of e...