Hannah's Purple Ponderings
Tuesday, March 17, 2020
What's Saving Your Life Right Now?
1. The Dispatch I am a political junkie. Political. Junkie. And David French and Jonah Goldberg are my spirit animals, true conservatives who approach the news of the day with a measured, reasonable, sometimes humorous bent. David French allows his faith to permeate his work. I always appreciated listening to him on the National Review podcast, The Editors. And Jonah Goldberg has an ability to approach the current cultural moment with thoughtfulness swept into beautiful prose. There are several other contributors to The Dispatch, and I liked it so much I paid cash monies to subscribe. Each morning I wake up to a digest of the previous day's news in my inbox: links galore and an article on a particularly newsworthy item. You can subscribe to David French's newsletter without paying the fee. I highly recommend them.
2. My new disposal. When we purchased this house, I thought it was perfection. Hardwood floors. A spacious basement. Double sinks in the master bathroom. And then we moved in and I did my first load of dishes. And naturally, when I was finished rinsing and loading the dishwasher, I searched for the switch to flip on the disposal in the sink. I flipped switch after switch after switch to no avail. And then I thought, could it be? Does this house not have a disposal?! Alas, it did not. And the lack thereof has been a thorn in my flesh for three months. But today (TODAY!) I no longer lack. A beautiful Badger (Badger??) aerator now sits below my sink ready to grind whatever food particles I shove down the drain.
3. Dr. Fauci on the coronavirus task force. Is he not the most darling little man you've ever seen?? He gives me confidence that COVID-19 will soon be contained and the world will return to normalcy...or something like it. His short stature makes me want to scoop him up and carry him around in my pocket ready to admonish those not practicing social distancing and able to whisk out his guidelines at a moment's notice. He captures perfectly the necessity of the word "dear". He's just dear.
4. Text threads with friends. All the mamas are in all the houses trying to keep the children healthy, entertained, educated and sane. All without the physical presence of other women. I have introverted tendencies, but I also quit working from home to work in an office because I need a human or two above the age of 25-ish to interact with on a daily basis. Thank God for texts and the ability to text more than one mama at once. And thank God for friends who text things that make you laugh out loud, encourage your husband in his endless pursuit of the best coronavirus meme, encourage you to keep on keeping on, and inform you on the latest COVID-19 news. I wouldn't have made it through the last few days without them.
5. Facebook Live prayer time. Never has it been more apparent to me than now that the church is meant to gather and encourage one another, and in the absence of the ability to gather physically, praise God we can gather electronically. And praise God for friends who know the value of prayer, who can encourage other women through prayer, and who do not cease to pray after the Facebook Live ends.
Of course the question now begs, what's saving your life right now? I would be remiss if I missed this opportunity to tell you that no one thing can ultimately provide salvation. Salvation is found in a person, Jesus Christ. He came to this earth, dwelt among men and women, was tempted in every way but kept perfect obedience to His heavenly Father. And part of that obedience included His death, His death on a cross. His death on that cross paid the debt I could never pay for my sin and His resurrection provided an eternal life with Him. Without the salvation of Jesus Christ and the hope provided through His death and resurrection, the darkness of this moment might overwhelm me. If you need that hope today, DM me on Facebook or Instagram or shoot me an email: hannahp2001@hotmail.com (yes, Hotmail still exists).
Saturday, July 28, 2018
On the Occasion of My Church’s 150th Birthday Part 2: The Youth Years
Friday, July 27, 2018
On the Occasion of My Church’s 150th Birthday
Saturday, June 4, 2011
So We're Buying a House
But golly-gee what it took to get here. Cuz ya'll - there are some UGLY houses out there. This process has left me quite jaded. "Updated" has taken on a whole new meaning. "MUST SEE" - neighbors doing drug deals next door. "Move in ready" after you strip the house down to the studs and remodel. Jaded.
So I decided to share some of my home-selling recommendations for anyone out there who's considering selling their house. One thing to keep in mind, the homes we were looking at were older. Most were built in the late 50's, early 60's.
-"updated kitchen with granite counter-tops" - painting 50-year-old cabinets and putting granite on top does not update anything. If the cabinet doors stick from how many times they've been painted, they're by no means updated. They're old and ugly and now I'm going to have to rip out new granite to replace your nasty cabinets. Thanks a million.
-Smells. Folks it's all about the smell. And if I'm slapped in the face by cigarettes and wet dog odors as soon as I walk in the door, I'm not going any further. The showing stopped at your front door. Buy some Nicorette patches and 15 Scentsy candles and get after it.
-Don't take in your garage! I really don't have anything funny to say about this, but DON'T TAKE IN YOUR GARAGE! Where am I supposed to mark my car when golf-ball sized hail moves through DFW??
-"I'm beautiful inside" - HA! More like, "I hope you like how I look from the curb because that's all the appeal I possess." Seriously. We looked at a house that said exactly that, "I'm beautiful inside," and when we walked inside, the living room was missing the baseboards. The kitchen hadn't been touched since 1959. And the wood-paneling. Oh dear God, the wood-paneling.
That's all I've got for now. I will say the coolest thing we saw while looking was a storm cellar!! It was AWESOME. Smack in the middle of a neighborhood in Richardson - an old-timey storm cellar in the backyard. I won't lie. I took pictures. But that was the drug-dealing neighborhood, so don't get any ideas about weathering storms with the Braswells. But if you've got a bullet-proof vest I'll direct you to where you'll be safe in the storm.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Catching up...not really
I determined this morning that I should blog more because writing is SUCH a cathartic experience. It's also a welcome outlet for my dripping sarcasm and cynicism in general. I found myself composing a paragraph of an email I knew I wouldn't send yesterday but wanted to write just to release some stress. It was funny too. It had to do with the fact that I was writing this email and then realized, in my delirium, that the content was supposed to be entirely different. Thank You, Lord, for my handy dandy notes and the delete button. Holiday weeks do that to you.
I feel there's so much I should say. Things I should vent. But it's 10:49pm on Friday, ya'll. If it hadn't been for a short nap this afternoon, I wouldn't be functioning - period. Josh and I are sitting here in our married bliss annoying each other with our incredibly different music tastes. However, he's now playing "Said the Sun to the Shine" which holds a sentimental place in my heart. I kind of fell in love with him to the tune of that song.
Anywho, like I said, it's late, I'm tired and a full Saturday awaits us...including a rousing game of Pandemic tomorrow evening. I'll let you know if the human race survives. Happy weekend.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Radical - Chapter One
One definition I found for “radical” was “thoroughgoing or extreme”. What is “thoroughgoing”?? Another discussion for another day. But extreme. I know that one. I also know my faith is not extreme. It is not radical. (I guess it’s not thoroughgoing either.) As I am a world-class procrastinator, I just wrote my post today - my thoughts about what my faith looks like in all its un-radicalness.
Each morning I wake up – early – start my pot of Starbucks coffee, peruse the latest status posts on Facebook, catch up with the last eight to ten hours of news, and begin my quiet time (I do this daily, so for some of you, that might be radical). After my quiet time, I get ready and go to work – for a ministry. I spend my days on the phone counseling and praying for people (and taking orders – mama gotta make money somehow). I usually listen to a podcast or two throughout the day (Matt Chandler, David Platt, Mac Brunson) and go home. Once home, I unwind with an hour or two of television, then I conquer the dishes and laundry and go to bed. One night a week I have Bible study, and that’s really the only deviation. Radical much? I think not.
In reading Chapter One, I think the two things that stood out to me the most were not the quote I posted on Facebook or the whole “cost of nondiscipleship” – it was the two questions he asks not three pages in. “[Am] I going to believe Jesus?” “[Am] I going to obey Jesus?” Am I?? I would love to say yes. I would love to give a wholehearted, YES LORD, YES. But if I were to be honest, I would say, I’m not sure. I like my non-radical life. I like the comforts of middle-class America. I like my padded pew benches. I like my routine. Do I find it incredibly rewarding? Eh.
And so I come back to believing Jesus and obeying Him. I WANT to believe and obey. I want to be sold out for the cross of Christ. I want to completely surrender all of me. I want to be radical. And that’s my prayer. Because I know the God of the universe can “break my heart for what breaks His”. I know the God I serve can take a selfish, lazy, perfectionist and make her radical.
As I read through the intros last week, I came across one person (I think it was a girl), who said that her fear was that she’d read the book, really let it do a number on her heart, and walk away unchanged. Jesus, I DO NOT WANT that. I want You to make me extreme. I want You to make me “thoroughgoing”. I want You to make me radical.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Radical
As it goes with most pastors who are pretty good, they eventually write a book, and Platt did so earlier this year. Radical came out in May, and I bought it the days of its release, but then it was sadly relegated to my bookshelves partly because I knew what was contained within and I knew it would really do a number on me - a good and needed number - but a number all the same. So it's been sitting there, and over the last few weeks as I've heard the book mentioned on countless blogs and heard the prodding words (ahem, David Taylor) of good friends to READ IT, I've felt God gently telling me that now is the time...
And wouldn't you know that God is faithful to provide excellent motivation and accountability when He wants you to do something. God is so good. A few weeks ago I was perusing the blogosphere as is quite my habit and came across Marla's blog, and guess what she's about to start?!?! A Radical-read-along!! So tomorrow begins the journey. If you want to join the read-along, feel free to jump in tomorrow when we have introductions on Marla's blog, and if you'd rather hear my thoughts and feel spurred to read, then check back here next Tuesday, September 14th as I share my thoughts on Chapter One.
If I've piqued your curiosity, and you want to learn more about Radical, go here.