Standing on the promises...

This morning as I got up and checked to see what the final results were in yesterday's election, a feeling of foreboding took over. I was pretty sure I knew what to expect and already had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. The results were a little worse than I expected, but the outcome was the same. I went to gym and continued with my normal routine. Unfortunately, the TVs were on... the same thing over and over again... people cheering, screaming, laughing crying tears of joy. What can I say? I have never been a good loser. I was irritated and did not want to be happy for them. I headed to the shower, rather depressed and anxious to get away from the news reports, when a song popped into my head. It was hymn I learned as a child:

Standing on the promises that cannot fail,
When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail,
By the living Word of God I shall prevail,
Standing on the promises of God.

It got me thinking about God's promises. What are they? Well, one promise is that "He removes kings and sets up kings." (Daniel 2:21) God obviously has a plan for our new president and I suppose I need to keep trusting that God's will is perfect even when (especially when) I can't see the good in it.

Psalm 2
Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?
The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his anointed, saying, let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the LORD shall have them in derision.
Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.
Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.
I will declare the decree: the LORD hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee.
Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.
Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel.
Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.
Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.

Clinging to Romans 8:28

The lights go out all around me
One last candle to keep out the night
And then the darkness surrounds me
I know I'm alive but I feel like I've died
And all that's left is to accept that it's over
My dreams ran like sand through the fists that I made
I try to keep warm but I just grow colder
I feel like I'm slipping away

Here I am, at the end of me
Tryin to hold to what I can't see
I forgot how to hope
This night's been so long
I cling to Your promise
There will be a dawn

After all this has passed, I still will remain
After I've cried my last, there'll be beauty from pain
Though it won't be today,
Someday I'll hope again
And there'll be beauty from pain
You will bring beauty from my pain

~ Superchick, Beauty From Pain

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

Next year in Iran

A year ago, my bags were packed, I was moved out of my apartment, and I was counting down the hours until take off. Once I got to my temporary duty station, I met a lot of great people and made quite a few friends (one, whom I've stayed close with, I met at the airport, before we even left). I left my first office (the best 6 weeks of my life... or close to it anyway) begrudgingly. I did not want to leave my newly-acquired friends, and I was not quite ready to face another unknown so quickly. One of the Navy guys there was always joking that we would all be back together in a year... only, in Iran the next time around. Of course, it was all in jest, but he kept saying it to comfort me as I left a place that had become my home like no other place has been since I left my family for college many years ago. "Next year in Iran!" It was somehow strangely comforting, and I think part of me almost believed it. As we head into another holiday season, I am beginning to feel out of place - like I don't belong here. I can't explain it, but I feel like I am supposed to over there... maybe not Iran, but Iraq, or Afghanistan, or... I don't know... somewhere in the world where our troops are deployed...

Where is "here"?

She feels lost in her own life
Treading water just to keep from slipping under
And she wonders if she's where she's supposed to be
Tired of trying to do it right
Her dreams are just too far away to see how steps she's making
might be taking her to who she'll be

And suddenly it isn't what it used to be
And after all this time it worked out just fine
And suddenly I am where i'm supposed to be
And after all the tears, I was supposed to be here

Trust is definitely not something I have an abundance of. I don't trust people, and sometimes I have a hard time trusting God. I can trust Him with the lives and circumstances of others, but not my own. I want to plan out my timeline (patience is also something I lack). Right now nothing I wanted for my life is going according to plan, and I just want it to all somehow make sense. As I was listening to "Suddenly," by Superchick, I was struck by the lyrics and thought, "exactly! That is how I feel right now... If only I could just skip all the in-between and figure out where "here" is..." I guess, in the end, I need a lesson in faith more than I need the other things I have been unsuccessfully chasing. I must confess though, it is a tough lesson to learn. I am so far from there (or "here" as the case may be).

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOOGLE!!!

Anyone who knows me, knows I am a HUGE Google fan. Initially, I was attracted to the name... when C. and I were little we used to argue (as sisters are wont to do) and it would go like this:
Me: is too
C: is not
Me: is too
C: is not times a million
Me: is too times a googol!
C: is not times infinity!
Of course, C. always won (that was pretty much a foregone conclusion anyway), but my point was that the concept of a number with 100 zeros was something I found intriguing as a child and the fact that it had a name was even cooler, so when Google the search engine came out, I used it because I liked the name and then quickly decided it was my favorite search engine, however, as time went on Google took on a life of its own. I was soon using Blogger, Picasa, Google Maps, Google Photos, and a number of their other applications. On one hand, it is kinda hard to believe that Google has been around for ten years already... on the other, it is hard to even remember what life was like pre-Google!

So, Google, here's to ten great years and wishing you many more. =P

Disturbing, but very funny!

I should probably be more disturbed than I am, but I am laughing too hard to take it at all seriously. Apparently PETA (people for the ethical treatment of animals) has sent a petition to Ben and Jerry's (yes, the ice cream company!), requesting them to switch to human breast milk, instead of cow's milk. Their reasoning is absolutely hysterical (except for the appeal to look at what they are doing in Switzerland - that was just SCARY!)... they even used the late Dr. Spock as an authority on the danger of cow's milk to children. It is a seriously FUNNY letter. You NEED to read it - oh, but one disclaimer first, you might want to wait if you are currently eating... it might make you sick. I know I was feeling a little queasy. Anyway, here it is, as posted on WPTZ.com:

September 23, 2008

Ben Cohen and Jerry Greenfield, Cofounders

Ben & Jerry's Homemade Inc.

Dear Mr. Cohen and Mr. Greenfield,

On behalf of PETA and our more than 2 million members and supporters, I'd like to bring your attention to an innovative new idea from Switzerland that would bring a unique twist to Ben and Jerry's.

Storchen restaurant is set to unveil a menu that includes soups, stews, and sauces made with at least 75 percent breast milk procured from human donors who are paid in exchange for their milk. If Ben and Jerry's replaced the cow's milk in its ice cream with breast milk, your customers-and cows-would reap the benefits.

Using cow's milk for your ice cream is a hazard to your customer's health. Dairy products have been linked to juvenile diabetes, allergies, constipation, obesity, and prostate and ovarian cancer. The late Dr. Benjamin Spock, America's leading authority on child care, spoke out against feeding cow's milk to children, saying it may play a role in anemia, allergies, and juvenile diabetes and in the long term, will set kids up for obesity and heart disease-America's number one cause of death.

Animals will also benefit from the switch to breast milk. Like all mammals, cows only produce milk during and after pregnancy, so to be able to constantly milk them, cows are forcefully impregnated every nine months. After several years of living in filthy conditions and being forced to produce 10 times more milk than they would naturally, their exhausted bodies are turned into hamburgers or ground up for soup.

And of course, the veal industry could not survive without the dairy industry. Because male calves can't produce milk, dairy farmers take them from their mothers immediately after birth and sell them to veal farms, where they endure 14 to17 weeks of torment chained inside a crate so small that they can't even turn around.

The breast is best! Won't you give cows and their babies a break and our health a boost by switching from cow's milk to breast milk in Ben and Jerry's ice cream? Thank you for your consideration.

Sincerely,

Tracy Reiman

Executive Vice President