Sunday, April 14, 2013

Recording a CD

Off We Go!  Ready for a big day!

Doug, the Fabulous Recording Man!
 Mom and I love music.  We love to make music together.  We have been making music together my whole life!  We've played for weddings, funerals, church services, nursing homes, recitals and lots of "just for fun" times.  Yesterday we had the opportunity to create a keepsake that we will treasure forever!  We made a CD recording of 15 of our favorite pieces.  Mom played piano and I played violin.  Want to hear what our day was like?  Okay!
    At 9:00 on Saturday morning, we went to Doug and Janet's lovely home.  They had recently turned half of their basement into a recording studio and the other half into a quilting room.  We walked in to the recording room and   
Jennifer and Mom
 tuned my violin to the keyboard.  We played through a few songs and got used to the microphone and keyboard.  Then we began the recordings.  Doug would tell us when we could begin.  We would play a piece and then decide if we were satisfied or if we
We had a great experience!
wanted a second chance.  We kept our first recording for two of the fifteen songs.  All the others needed some tweaking.  Sometimes we played the whole piece again.  One time the tweaking was me simply playing two or three measures along with the recording that we had already done.  Then Doug replaced those  
Recording is hard work!
Hooray for a Midi System!
 measures with the new ones that I played better.  Sometimes tweaking a song meant Mom bringing her music in to the computer room where Doug was and finding a particular chord on the computer where she played a wrong note and then having Doug use his Midi System to actually change the note.  It was magic!!!  She could say, "That note right there should be an F sharp, not an F" and Doug would push a few buttons and fix it.  It was amazing!
We could fix notes like magic!
We took a short break around 11:30 and then felt refreshed enough to finish up.  All in all, it took about four hours. The next steps are for Doug to go through the songs and do his magic.  He seems to truly enjoy all the editing and refining and artistry.  He was so great to work with.  He was super patient and positive.  We had a wonderful experience.  I just know that we will treasure this CD for years and years to come.  My nieces and nephews will treasure hearing their Grandma Iverson and Auntie Jen play.  Mom and I will not always get to play together.  Arthritis has already had an impact on Mom's playing.  We decided to do the recording now because we have both been practicing more than usual to prepare for a wedding we provided music for last weekend.  I have been practicing so much that I feel like I am close to where I was in college as far as tone quality, intonation, and lack of scratchiness.  Technically, I would have far to go to reach my college proficiency.  But, truly, that doesn't matter.  What matters is the joy that Mom and I have when we play together.  It is as if we can feel what the other person is going to do for dynamics and ritardandos and phrasing.  We cut - off together at the end of pieces.  We just feel the music together.  And, we enjoy it.  We enjoy playing for people too.  If our music can bring joy or peace to people or help them feel closer to God, then we feel honored to have shared it.  To God be the glory.  By the way, this CD is not going to be perfect.  We made lots of mistakes.  We couldn't fix everything.  We decided that our CD is "authentic" because it shows our human-ness.  Both Mom and I are perfectionists, so it was hard at times to let a piece be "good enough" instead of perfect.  As Grandma used to say about situations like this, "It keeps us humble."  That is so true!  We have loved the experience of making a CD and will forever be grateful to Doug and Janet for helping to make this dream of ours come true.  If YOU get the opportunity to hear our CD, then thanks for listening!     

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Happy to Love...

Hangin' out at Cabella's

Recently, my sister in law posted this beautiful statement on Facebook:
 

"When I was first married, I had a job that paid very well. I worked 4.5 days a week, and was also given free housing in a beautiful large home with free heat, electricity, water, phone, and internet. But I hated my job, and was totally miserable. Even on the 2.5 day weekends.
Now, almost ten years later, we have to pay for all our own housing and expenses. I have a much more difficult job that demands way, way more than forty hours a week-- and I don't get any money for it. Often I wake up totally exhausted, wondering how I'm going to get through another day. And I'm so, so happy! Thanks, God!!!"
      Julia was talking about her life as a mommy to Anna and a wife to my brother, David.  Beautiful.  That statement made me bubble up inside with happiness for their sweet little family - soon to be one member bigger.  Julia is living the dream that I thought I always wanted.
 
I've always wanted to be a mommy.  I've always been drawn to kids.  I've always had so much love to give.  As I grew older, I'd think, "Okay, God, where's my man?  The clock is ticking!"  And, eventually (when I was 31) God did bring along a man: Todd.  Todd is everything I'd ever dreamed of in a husband.  He was and IS my "Mr. Wonderful."  But, we would never have children together.  This blog is not about bemoaning that fact, but rather about the ways I've been overwhelmed by happiness in spite of the fact that God's plans were different from my own.

God is good.  My former student, Nikki (who is now married!) made me a colorful poster when she was a second grader that said, "Jesus, friend of love."  How true.  God never planned to "waste" my abundance of love for children that he'd poured into me.  He simply planned to funnel that love into other people's children.  He gave me three precious nephews and one incredible niece to love on.  He gave me special families to babysit for.  He gave me classroom after classroom of eight-year-olds to love.  He  gave me lifelong friendships with girlfriends who are now mommys who want their kids to get to know "Miss Jennifer."  I am loved.

A Junior at Becker High School recently committed suicide.  I didn't have him as a second grader.  But, I could have.  I could have poured a year of love into that boy's life.  His family loved him.  His friends loved him.  But, he didn't ask for help.  We don't know why he took his life.  We just feel extreme sorrow.  Sometimes I think about the students I currently have and what they have in store for their futures.  I want to wrap my arms around them and convince them of their worth...convince them of the power of one life...convince them to do their best...convince them to show kindness to everyone they meet...convince them to live their lives to the fullest - full of love!  I wish I could be there for these kids forever.  But, I can't.  I can only love the kids that God puts in front of me for a season.

Loving can be hard.  My heart breaks for those kids who don't go home to love.  I have some stories that bring tears to my eyes years later.  My blood boils over some situations that "my kids" are put into by their parents.  I want to protect them.  But, all I can do is love them while I have them.  God puts these kids in front of me for a season.  There are years my heart gets quite the workout!

How do I show love to my students?  By being kind and gentle.  By smiling.  By liking them.  By saying encouraging words.  By being as fair as possible.  By valuing their concerns.  By giving hugs.  By talking to them in nice, respectful ways.  By helping them.  By being patient.  By showing interest in what interests them.  By listening to their stories.  By being their cheerleader.  By starting fresh each day.  By telling them how happy I am to get to spend my day with them!  Love.  

I will never forget my first year of teaching when Allison came in from freeplay with tears in her eyes and told me about something that someone had done on the playground that hurt her feelings.  My eyes filled with tears as she told me her sad story.  Of course, we worked through the problem, but what I remember most is the realization that I loved that little girl.  My heart hurt for her.

I remember a different year when a sad little Allie in my class was going through a tough time at home and I heard her laughter one day in my classroom.  I remember that her laughter made me feel so happy inside.  The happiness in my heart melted into a big smile across my face as I realized that the environment I had created in my classroom was a safe, happy place for this sweet girl that I loved.  I was her stability.

The year I had Maggie I realized that God had made me be a teacher partly so I could help shy little girls who were just like me when I was a second grader.  I helped build Maggie's confidence that year.  I went out of my way to find ways to help her feel special.  She told her mom one day, "Mrs. Sapp truly loves us, Mom.  I can tell."  I will never forget that feeling of hope that maybe my kids really could feel that they are loved.

Olivia struggled with two digit subtraction.  When I explained it and practiced it with my kids, we had a little story we would act out (of the ones place borrowing from the tens place).  Every time Olivia practiced her subtraction, she would review the story.  Her mom told me that I had truly helped Olivia in math.  I was building up her confidence in an area where she often struggled.  What an amazing feeling for me, who had struggled in math as a girl.  When a child feels loved and safe, they are more likely to be open to learning.

All these thoughts are sincere.  I love to love my students.  That is why I continue to teach.  There are things I don't do well as a teacher.  Inwardly I have this fear that someday "THEY" will find out that I don't really know what I am doing!  The longer I teach, the more I realize there are LOTS of things I am not an expert at in the world of teaching.  Somehow the kids learn.  A colleague of mine likes to say, "They learn....in spite of us!"

Despite how much I love to love my students, I love my husband more.  At the end of the day, I feel good about my ministry of teaching.  But, I feel overwhelmed with gratitude that God also gave me a husband to share my life with so that my whole life isn't teaching.  My husband fills me up.  He is the perfect companion.  He is MY cheerleader, encourager, confidante, and friend.  He helps keep me balanced.  He points me to God.  He is my stability.  I couldn't be happier.  Just as my sweet sister-in-law has found happiness in the life God has blessed her with, so I have found happiness in mine.  It looks different, but both are from God.  Both are good.  Because God is good.  





Saturday, February 23, 2013

The 19 Days of Scarves

 The 19 Days of Scarves
February 2013 has 19 school days.  I have 19 scarves.  Why not wear one each day?  Sounds like fun to me!  So, that is what I have been doing.  
     My students have enjoyed it too.  As you can see from the photos, many of my girls have 
My orange scarf was silk-painted by my German host mom!
 worn scarves to school.  
     I let me students come up with interview questions to ask me about my scarves on the Friday primary school news program.  They also decorated the numbers that I held up each day with my daily scarf.  They were always
This Eddie Bauer scarf was from a friend who knew I love Eddie Bauer.

I love how this scarf matches my sweater so well!
 interested in the stories behind the scarves.  It has really made February much more fun.  I have not wanted to miss a single day of February.
     Honestly, February is usually my least favorite month of the school year.  It is cold and dark and feels so long.  This year, February has flown by!  
     So, where did all my scarves come from?  Most were gifts from friends.  Some I bought myself.  Grandma's butterfly scarf was a gift from me to her and then I got it back when she died.  Mom's pink scarf that she loaned me was one I bought for her in the town of Two Harbors one summer.      
My giraffe scarf by my giraffe collection at school.

This cheerful scarf is from a good friend.

I wore this scarf for conferences.
This butterfly scarf belonged to my Grandma Alber.

The orange silk-painted scarf and the black one I wore for conferences were both from Germany (from 1996).  I felt so "European" in those scarves back then.  I'm glad America jumped on the fashion bandwagon for wearing scarves!  I love that some of my scarves are from different countries:  Germany, Thailand, London, and Spain.  A scarf is a perfect gift or souvenir!  
Thanks to my mom for lending me her pretty scarf!
    I've gotten scarves from  LuAnn, Julie, Angie, Stephanie, my sister Kimberly, and my student Lacey.
   I bought myself the cute giraffe scarf and the flowery one from the General Store.  My friend Janet made one of the scarves from some pretty material she bought.  Ah, to be that artistic!
    Enjoy the photos on this blog.  I'll post the last four days next week.  You have a few days left to join me - wear a scarf!    
This warm scarf was perfect on a COLD day!

This music note scarf is from one of my former students!


The General Store in Minnetonka is where I got this scarf!

My friend Angie got me this scarf in London.

Angie also got me this scarf.... in Spain!

My sister Kimberly got me this scarf in Thailand!

The kids had a great time making the numbers for my scarves!
























































































































































































This cheerful purple scarf is from my friend Stephanie



















This happy yellow scarf reminds me that Spring is nearly here!

I got this warm, cuddly scarf while shopping with a friend.

This scarf is also from Germany.

My last scarf is a beautiful one made by my friend Janet.


Monday, January 21, 2013

Guest Blogger: Mary F. Bale (1876-1963)

I have no pictures of Great Grandma, but maybe she looked liked me?
An old Madam Alexander doll, maybe Great Grandma looked like her on her wedding day?
My Grandma (Mary F. Bale's daugher), I know Grandma looked like her!
Today our guest blogger is my great grandma Mary Francella (Bearfield) Bale who loved to write poetry.  Mary grew up near Lisbon, North Dakota with five siblings.  In 1899 she married Samuel and they had eleven children.  My grandma, Winnifred was one of them.  This blog contains poems written by Mary F. Bale.  Enjoy!
Gratification:
I'm no poet, and I know it,
One glance of these lines would show it.
If my tongue could but express
Half I see of loveliness,
Half I hear of melody,
Half the frangrance of the spring
Which gay vagrant breezes bring,
I would be the greatest poet
That the world has ever known.
He who fashioned yonger tree
In its gracious symmetry
Gave me eyes its grace to see,
Gave me ears that I might hear
Bourne upon the evening air
Yonder bird song sweet and clear;
Gave me heart and mind and soul
To appreciate the whole
Of the glories He has given
As a foretaste of His Heaven;
But in love denied to me
The sweet gift of poetry.

This Is The Girl I Love:
Eyes like the misty tenderness
Of April's softest skies,
Mouth the sweetest of Cupid's bows
Near whose corner a dimple hides;
Walk as free and unstudied
As the lightest breeze that blows;
Cheeks as soft and downy
As the heart of a crimson rose:
Voice as sweet as the tender note
In the call of the wooing dove;
Heart as pure as unsullied snow-
This is the girl I love.

Only God Can Make a Tree:
I'm sure He made that old elm tree-
You know the one I mean-
Its trunk and brances ringed by leaves
Of shimmering, rustling green.
It beckoned to the tired feet
That passed along the road
To pause a moment by the way
And shift their weary load.
It spread its arms to welcome them,
It's leave a whisper made
To tell them of the cool sweet rest
Within its pleasant shade.
How many weary workers
That tree has comforted,
And given courage for the toil
That earned their daily bread!
I hope if ever I reach Heaven
My homesick eyes shall see
The faces I have loved so well,
Green hills, sweet flowers, bright sunsets-Well
And yes, an old elm tree.

Lullaby:
Be not afraid, my dear one,
Soft on your pillow lie.
Angels watch o'er you through the night,
And so do I.
Fear not the dark, dear little child,
Her mantle soft and deep
She spreads about you kindly
To guard you while you sleep.
Sleep softly, dear one, softly,
Safe as on Mother's breast,
God and the friendly dark will bring
Sweet dreams to soothe your rest.

Prairie Winds:
Untamed are the winds of our prairies,
Wild and tempestuous and free,
Blowing o'er limitless acres
Unbroken by valley or tree.
Blithe are our rollicking prairie winds,
Whisking the dust in gay whirls,
Snatching the sheets from the long swaying lines
Ruffling the baby's curls.
Soft are our prairie breezes
Fragrant with newly mown hay
Bringing the blessing of evening's cool peace
After the heat of the day.
Dear land, may thy sons and thy daughters
Be as free from the follies that scar,
As frank and as independent
As the winds of the prairies are. 

Valentine:
I can't spell a lot of words,
But I know a few.
Dearest - love- and valentine
Are all spelled y-o-u.

Lights:
The lights that shine on Broadway
Excel in brilliancy
The sailor loves the dancing gleam
Of the sunset on the sea.
Soft moonlight for Lover's Lane,
Sunshine for butterflies
But for me the tender lovelight,
In someone's hazel eyes.

A Miracle Is a Miracle:
With God all things are possible.
Why should you doubt Christ came to earth,
As His Father willed, by a virgin birth?
Why should you think, why should you say,
That God must work in the usual way?
At Cana turning water to wine,
From a tiny seed to a blossoming vine,
God's son to man by a birth divine-
Calling one great and another small
Doesn't alter the facts at all.
A miracle is a miracle.

Memory:
The sun is gold and the sands are pearl,
The sky is blue above,
But the glory of all the world cannot dim
The memory of your love.
Clouds hide the sun and the sands are grey
Darkness blots out the sea.
But neither clouds nor nights can erase
Your face from my memory.

A Greeting:
Here's "How" to a pleasant acquaintance
And may we be meeting again
When the wild rose is sweet in the thickets
And the cactus blooms over the plain.
And if at that season I'm missing
From this old world's cares and commands,
Here's "How," for a pleasanter meeting
Over there- with our harps in our hands.


And, here they are!  The photos you have been waiting for!  Great Grandma was a beautiful lady!




Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Careers, Vocations, and "Puttin' in Yer Time"


Careers, Vocations, and "Puttin' in Yer Time"
       My great grandma (Mary Bearfield) was a one-room schoolhouse teacher in the 1890s.  My grandma (Winnifred Iverson) was an elementary teacher from the 1930s to the 1960s.  My grandpa (Norman Iverson) taught math, music and business and was superintendent of schools in the 1930s and 40s.  My mom (Linda Iverson) was a first grade teacher for three years in the 1970s and my dad (Robert Iverson) was a music teacher for thirty years, also starting in the 70s.  Growing up, there didn't seem to be many other career options besides teaching!  I was one of those children who played school with my dolls all lined up in front of me as I "taught."  Sure, I had other things I wanted to be when I grew up (a famous singer or violinist, a writer or  illustrator, or maybe even the voice for a Disney animated movie?).  My brother wanted to be a professional baseball player, so why couldn't I dream big?
       I didn't decide I wanted to become a teacher until ninth grade career day.  I followed around a kindergarten teacher and I just KNEW that was what I wanted to do.  I loved the energy and excitement of five year olds!  Years later, I fell in love with 7 year olds and got hooked on second grade.  I felt at home in the classroom.  As I grew older and continued to feel the tug toward teaching, I came to better understand what it meant to have a vocation.... something you had been called to do.  My college friend, Pauline, is now a pastor in North Dakota, and back in college, she would often talk about the need to believe that your job is your vocation, your ministry, your service to the Lord.  Now that I have been teaching for thirteen years, I better understand this concept.  I am a teacher.  But, more than that, I love my students.  I am serving the Lord by serving my students.  This is my ministry.  Teaching takes all of me.  Last August, I wrote a blog called "If..." about all the things I would enjoy doing if my whole life were not consumed by being a teacher:  
(http://www.journalingjennifer.blogspot.com/2012/08/if.html).
       Recently, my husband asked me if I could do my education and college all over again, would I still become a teacher?  Without a moment of hesitation, I answered YES!  What followed was a very interesting conversation about what we could see ourselves doing if we couldn't have our current careers.  I would probably still work with young kids (holding babies in the infant room at Cobber Kids Corner Daycare in Moorhead, Minnesota sounds great!.... or something with children's ministry at a church).  I could see doing more with my writing (a cubicle job of responding to letters at Focus on the Family in Colorado Springs, Colorado was intriguing to me after visiting there years ago).  I have my music background and could teach piano or violin lessons privately.  I think I would even enjoy doing beginning orchestra in a school or community setting.  I think I could make any of those jobs be a vocation.  But, then there are "Puttin' in Yer Time" jobs like being a cashier/duster at Hallmark or working with food all day or doing a task that takes little brainpower.  Uff-dah!  That's not for me!  I wonder if that kind of job could ever feel like a vocation.  I suppose it could....  
     There are days when teaching is really, really, REALLY hard.  There are politics and unhappy parents and negative co-workers and uncooperative kids and times my heart is simply not in it.  There are days when I can hardly wait for that minute hand to reach 3:10 so I can leave those walls and ceilings for a while.  But, there are more days that are rewarding and productive and good.  I get a high out of being organized.  Teaching requires organization.  I love feeling a connection with my students.  That happens every day.  I'm excited about the content I teach.  I learn new things every year.  God is at work in my classroom.  I invite Him in.  He stays and makes Himself at home.  God likes my vocation.  He has called me here.
      Sometimes when I think about my great-grandma, Mary Bearfield, teaching in a one-room school house in the 1890s, I think about how she would be proud of me.  She doesn't even know me, but I think she'd be proud of me.  I bet she had days where she was watchin' the minute hand too, but most of all, I hope she found her job to be rewarding and good.  I hope it was a vocation to her too.    

Friday, December 28, 2012

Road To Avonlea


Growing up, my family had favorite sitcoms to watch.  We loved Perfect Strangers, Full House, and The Cosby Show.  Later I learned that Todd loved Hogan's Heros and Baa, Baa, Black Sheep.  As a girl I could not get enough of the Dick Van Dyke Show or The Brady Bunch re-runs.

But, my ultimate, all-time favorite series to watch?  Road to Avonlea, created by Canadian Kevin Sullivan and appearing on the Disney Channel in the 1990s.  The 45-minute episodes are about a farming family called the Kings, growing up in the early 1900s on Prince Edward Island, in Canada.  The series lasted for seven seasons, so viewers truly got to see the children grow up on the screen.  Avonlea is based on the book The Story Girl by Lucy Maud Montgomery, who also wrote the Anne of Green Gables books.  The director, Kevin Sullivan, had created a beautiful mini-series of Anne of Green Gables in the 1980s, and used the same set and many of the same characters when he created Road To Avonlea.  Most of the filming was done in Uxford and Toronto, but some footage was done actually on Prince Edward Island.  When I visited Prince Edward Island in 2003, it was extremely exciting to me to find locations from both Anne of Green Gables and Road To Avonlea.  My favorite?  Having high tea at the White Sands Hotel (actually called Dalvay By The Sea) with my kindred spirit friends, Amy and Jess.

As mentioned above, Road to Avonlea was about the Kings:  Alec and Janet ran the family farm and brought up Felicity, Felix, Cecily and Daniel.  Next door lived Aunt Hetty (a school teacher) and Aunt Olivia (who wrote for the local newspaper and later married Jasper Dale).  Hetty and Olivia raised their niece, Sara Stanley who was about the same age as cousins Felicity and Felix.  Sara was "The Story Girl" because she told stories so well and knew so much about far away places.  Sara had been raised by her rich father in Montreal, until she came to live with her deseased-mother's sisters on Prince Edward Island.  In addition to Alec, Hetty, and Olivia, there was another brother, Roger who only appears on a few episodes because he is a busy geologist in South America.  His son, Andrew appears in the first few seasons of the show while he is living with the King family too.  Of course, we get to know many other townspeople through the King family.  I appreciated how Kevin Sullivan always had the episodes have a connection with the Kings.  We don't ever watch an entire episode about some other family without it connecting to the Kings somehow.  There is an eccentric woman living in the woods that the children call The Witch of Avonlea.  There is a Scottish hotel owner at the White Sands Hotel who mentors Felix King.  A very gruff former soldier named Clive Pettibone moves to Avonlea to teach school when Hetty quits teaching to write novels.  Mr. Pettibone has children of his own who provide new friendships for the Kings.  We get re-acquainted with Muriel Stacy, Marilla Cuthbert, and Rachel Lynde (from Anne of Green Gables) who play major roles in Road To Avonlea.  Marilla Cuthbert even tries her hand at raising two more orphan children (Davy and Dora) who provide some wonderful childhood story lines again once the original King children have grown.

As a girl, I usually watched Road to Avonlea in the living room each Monday night.  Sometimes my brother David would watch them with me and often Mom would peek around the corner of the kitchen while doing the dishes and follow the story line that way.  I was about the same age as Felicity King and David was about the same age as Felix King.  So, stories about Felix were always David's favorite.  David's wife, Julia grew up watching Road to Avonlea in Montana and she now appreciates that David is familiar with the storylines.  I loved all the old fashions, the ways the homes were decorated, the old-fashioned one-room school house, and the innocent fun the children had growing up on such a beautiful island.  The red dirt roads and high cliffs over the water always fascinated me.     

Although, I originally watched the series off the TV, I now have the DVDS and have watched the episodes numerous times.  My husband and I have watched all seven seasons twice now (in our 4 1/2 years of marriage).  Todd likes the show partly because of all the great old farm machinery and antique tools used during the show.  He opens my eyes to a lot of details I had never noticed before.  As a girl, I related most to Felicity.  But, now as a married gal, I relate most to Oliva.  Todd and I joke around that he and I are like Jasper and Olivia because Jasper is sort of a fix-it guy who is resourceful and kind, but doesn't like to talk in front of people.  Olivia is a dark-haired writer who is quite emotional (both when happy and sad) and she loves her husband like crazy.  We can relate.

I think part of what makes Road to Avonlea such an excellent show is that viewers can relate to the characters.  There are so many characters that Kevin Sullivan truly develops in these seven seasons.  Alec King is not only a farmer, but a leader in the community.  He's a father and a husband who is often the peace-maker in the famiy.  He is a man of integrity who reaches out to others with his kindness and wisdom.  His wife, Janet is a dedicated mother who has spunk and wisdom of her own.  She stands up for what is right (including trying to help women get the right to vote).  Janet has the daunting task of dealing with her difficult sister-in-law, Hetty.  Hetty is the eldest and the leader of the King clan and she lets everyone know it.  When I first watched Avonlea episodes with my friend Angie, she could not believe I liked the show because of how awful Hetty acts toward others.  I agree that Hetty has some unacceptable behavior, but if you stick with her, you soften to her.  She loves her family, her town, her island, and her job.  She just doesn't always know how to show it.  And, Hetty learns lessons.  She is teachable.  She is an important character.  Hetty's sister, Olivia is now my favorite character, as mentioned above.  In the early episodes, she gets pushed around a lot by Hetty.  She sort of finds herself in the early episodes and has to defy Hetty at times to do that.

When Kevin Sullivan began Road To Avonlea, I think he was planning Sara Stanley to be the main female character.  She is a very important character, but before long it is obvious that Felicity King is going to develop into the leading role.  Sara is a peace-maker and a story-teller, but the personality that bursts open on the screen is Felicity because of her growth as a person.  She goes from a spoiled, selfish, egotistical young girl to a beautiful, elegant, kind-hearted woman.  She goes from wanting to be a beautiful princess (as most young girls do), to a mom (with dozens of kids), to a school teacher (because all the top students go to teacher's college), to a doctor (she loves the excitement of being one of the first women to attend medical school), to a manager of an orphanage (as she tries to find meaning for her life again after a great loss).  And, then there is the romance in Felicity's life: David Hawes, Edward Ray, Gus Pike, Arthur Pettibone, Stewart McCrae......  great storylines!

Girly storylines not your favorite?  Never fear!  There are plenty of plots about Felix, Andrew, Gus or Davy to satisfy you.  Felix King is an adorable little boy who struggles in school, is too competitive for his own good, gets extremely annoyed by his bossy older sister, and is full of schemes to earn more money!  It seems he is always coming up with some new idea..... that simply gets him in trouble!  He learns and grows and finds his way.  He is very endearing.  By the end, a viewer feels downright proud of him and how far he has come!

The other great thing Road to Avonlea has going for it is the excellent guest stars throughout the series.  Michael York, Christopher Reeve, Peter Coyote, Christopher Lloyd, Treat Williams, and Robby Benson each do an excellent job when they guest star.  The regular actors themselves are fabulous!  In all the interviews I have seen, the actors felt happy on the set and felt like the cast created a second family for them.         

I was sad when the series ended, but I feel just as sad knowing that Avonlea never existed.  It was always a made-up town with made-up characters.  The storyline was created from a novel written in 1911.  It was a happy made-up place.  Some people say to "go to your happy place" in your mind when you need to get away.  When I need to get away, I think of Avonlea.  I think of the white puffy clouds over the yellow wheat fields and the sound of the waves crashing against the high cliffs over the water.  I think of canoes and lobster traps and red roads and horse-drawn buggies.  I think of wild flowers and waving grass, trails in the woods, and a cool glass of lemonade.  I know it's not real, but it is happy and it is peaceful and maybe it is real in my heart. 

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

My top 5 books of 2012


I love to read!

It's not too far into a conversation when I ask someone, "What are you reading these days?"  My mom has a sweatshirt that says, "So many books, so little time!"  I couldn't agree more.  Most of the time, I choose to read novels over summer or holiday breaks.  This is because I have trouble putting novels down!  I devoured The Yada Yada Prayer Group series by Neta Jackson.  I loved The Help by Kathryn Stockett and I read all of the books about the Wortham Family (starting with Julia's Hope) by Leisha Kelly in only days.  If you haven't read any novels by Susan Meissner, they are all excellent as well.   

So, yes, I love novels, but I also love to read people's stories.  I read a wonderful memoir called The Wilder Life by Wendy McClure that had great information for this Laura Ingalls Wilder fan, and the love story of Ree Drummond, which read more like a novel than like true events was fabulous:  The Pioneer Woman:  Black Heels to Tractor Wheels - a Love Story.  And, who doesn't love Candace Cameron Bure (D.J. from the "Full House" T.V. show)?  She's written a very inspiring book called Reshaping It All that truly motivates one to eat right and exercise.  And, then there was an excellent thought-provoking book by Donald Miller called, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years:  How I learned to Live a Better Story.  So, I would recommend all these books!

But, when it comes right down to it, books that have the biggest impact on me are books you find at a Christian bookstore..... ones that teach you a lessson..... ones that help you live your life differently. 
In this post, I want to tell you about MY top 5.  I'll list them off first:
#5:  Made To Crave by Lysa Terkeurst (2010)
#4:  Choosing to See by Mary Beth Chapman (2010)
#3:  Kisses From Katie by Katie Davis (2011)
#2:  Choosing Forgiveness by Nancy Leigh DeMoss (2006)
#1:  Grace For the Good Girl by Emily P. Freeman (2011)      

All five of these books have helped shape me and grow me and refresh me this year.  But, if you only pick up one, please read Grace for the Good Girl by Emily P. Freeman.  While reading this book, it was as though Emily already knew me.  She knew my anxieties, fears, shame, perfectionistic ways, and my struggles to please everyone.  She knew my tendency to hide behind my mask and not live under the umbrella of Grace.  That is not what God wants for my life.  He wants me to experience freedom, joy, peace, and strength.  Believing in Grace makes that possible.  I wrote a blog entry on September 9th about my thoughts about Grace.  Check it out:  http://journalingjennifer.blogspot.com/2012/09/grace-personally.html.  My favorite quote from Emily's book is as follows:
"You are not accepted because you are good.
You are free to be good because you are accepted.
You are not responsible to have it all together.
You are free to respond to the One who holds all things in His hands.
You do not have to live up to impossible expectations.
You are free to wait expectantly on Jesus, the One who is both author and perfecter of your faith."  (Freeman page 137).   

Once God had been working on my own heart to better understand Grace, He sent someone into my life to remind me of the importance of forgiveness.  I struggle to forgive people who have hurt me or my loved ones.  I don't want to be that way.  I know it grieves God when I hold on to unforgiveness.  So, I picked up a book I had read years ago when I was struggling to forgive someone else and I read it again, this time with a new focus.  Choosing Forgiveness by Nancy Leigh DeMoss is about just that - it's about CHOOSING to forgive.  It is a choice.  I was not ready to forgive until I had some quality time with God and some pretty strong convincing from Nancy in her book.  The two choices had never seemed so cut and dry before.... if I choose not to forgive someone then I am choosing to let all the bitterness and junk and yuck stay inside me and fester.  Then that comes out in hurtful ways in my other relationships and in my ability to trust.  If I do not forgive, I am choosing to live with poison inside my heart.  If I DO forgive, I can be cleansed.  I can have a right relationship with God.  I can trust the people around me.  I can think about those people I have forgiven and not feel sick to my stomach or wish bad things to happen to them!  It is a choice.  I choose forgiveness.  Daily.

Kisses From Katie is one of those books you can read over and over again and find some wonderful new nuggets of inspiration each time.  In a nutshell, it is about an 18 year old girl who leaves her "perfect" life in America and chooses to live in Uganda with the 12 children she has adopted.  She runs a ministry called Amazima and has helped numerous children and families in Uganda out of poverty.  She runs a school and provides meals for a huge amount of children.  She runs a sponsorship program for children to be able to live with their families and still attend school.  She sells necklaces made by some of the women who live in a very poverty-stricken area, so they can provide for their families.  But, above all these wonderful, admirable things that Katie has done, shines her heart.  She loves God.  She loves her children.  She loves all God's people.  She is real and vulnerable and able to communicate beautiful thoughts.  Her book is not only about her ministry, but about her journey of faith and all the ways God is encouraging her and loving her and growing her.  When I read it, I was inspired to love the people around me with new fervor.  I was honored that the same God who gives Katie Davis strength and hope and wisdom, is the same God working in my life in Becker.  Katie inspires me to look for God in my life and look for opportunities to serve Him.

Another book that inspires me to see God at work in my life is a book by Mary Beth Chapman called, Choosing to See.  This too was written by an inspiring woman of God who is real and vulnerable and soft-hearted.  She tells her story... from meeting her husband Steven (a Christian singer), to her battle with depression, to her family's decision to adopt children from China, to the reality and pain of losing her youngest daughter in a car accident, and through the whole grieving process and then finding hope again.  It is sad and raw and beautiful and healing all in one book.  I can never expect to understand the true loss that Mary Beth and Steven went through, but I can be inspired by the way they chose to see God in their lives.  They created a ministry to help orphans in China who have medical needs (preventing them from being adopted) called "Maria's Big House of Hope."  I was so inspired by their ministry that I wanted to go to China and volunteer (after going to Uganda to volunteer with Katie Davis, of course).  Instead I bought a happy green sweatshirt with a drawing on the back done by Maria before she died.  It says "SEE" on the front.  I am choosing to see God when times are tough, when times are good, and all the times inbetween.  

The last book I am going to mention is Made to Crave by Lysa Terkeurst.  Personally, I have been struggling to take off the weight I have gained over these last ten years or so!  I have read lots of great books with great advice and I am following some of that advice now (I look forward to my snack of an apple each day).  But, Lysa's book inspired me to think about my weight loss goals as more than just weight loss goals.  I want my body to be a temple where God's Holy Spirit dwells.  I want to fill that holy temple with good, healthy foods that nourish my body and keep me healthy.  I want to exercise my body to bring down my high blood pressure and high sugar levels.  I want positive endorphins rushing to my brain as I exercise and take good care of me.  It can be an act of worship.  God can give me the strength to say no to that brownie and yes to that salad.  He can push me to exercise and stay active.  I need to remember that God cares about every aspect of my life.  I need to be leaning on Him.  He won't fail me.  God can satisfy my cravings.  This book inspires me to let Him.  

HAPPY READING!!