Wednesday, May 21, 2008

D.C. or bust

On Friday, my husband and I will be travelling to the D.C. area for a wedding and the holiday weekend. Both of us have been a couple of times, but I'm curious to hear about any places you especially enjoyed while there....

Touristy things are fine and so are offbeat ones.

The cheaper the better.

I am looking forward to being in our nation's capital on Memorial Day! Hopefully I'll post some pictures.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Just trust me, okay?

I receive calls from pharmacies, home health agencies, etc. to obtain additional information on physicians that they're lacking in their system. This is a typical conversation I have on the phone about twice a day at work. Some people really grate on my nerves....

::phone rings::

Me: "Adult Medicine, this is Megan."

Caller: "This is Bob from Kerr Drugs. I need the DEA number on Dr. Hill."

Me: "We do not have a doctor by that name here."

Caller: The doctor's name is (full name) Hill."

Me: "We do not have a doctor by that name here." (How many times must you ask??? Would I lie to you?)

Caller: ::agitated sigh:: "Well, the prescription came from DHP Pediatrics signed by Dr. Hill."

Me: "This is Adult Medicine, let me transfer you to Pediatrics."

Caller: ::silence::

Word to the wise: please listen before you speak and get an attitude with someone who is attempting to help you. You look like a monkey and smell like one too.

Monday, May 12, 2008


I survived Day 1 of Boot Camp. Barely.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day!!!

My sister Meredith and I have truly been blessed to have a mom like ours. She passed on her love of desserts to us and our family is known to bring the best desserts to any type of function. She decorates her home with various collections: vintage flower prints, teapots, flower frogs, and antique porcelain figurines circa WWII era. She's known as "Babs" to her friends, "Honey" to my dad, but to me she's "Mom." An avid reader and gardener, she fills her days post-retirement on the back porch reading or on her knees digging in the dirt in her yard. She is a Jazzercise Queen. She has logged some serious hours of retail therapy, though mainly at any antique store along the East Coast. She worked tirelessly as a teacher in elementary and middle school grades, yet she still had time for two pupils and their homework after dinner. She serves as my dad's 'first mate' when they sail. She is my number one fan and wants front-row seats at my concerts when I become famous. She put up with my strong personality alot growing up, but she'd never tell you otherwise. She loves the color pink. I remember the time she backed out of the garage while the door was still down. I was laughing, she wasn't. She spends much of her time helping her mother get groceries and going to doctors' appointments. She's in church every Sunday and making a joyful noise as unto the Lord. She loves the beach and will spend hours there reading or laying out. She allowed me to get my ears pierced, only if I stopped sucking my thumb. I was eight. She is humble and doesn't force her way on anyone. She is extremely generous with her love and time.

In short, she's my mom. And I love her.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Living under the Curse

"Research suggests that highly egalitarian women are less happy in their marriages compared with their more traditional counterparts, apparently because they are more troubled by disparities in domestic labor" (read more here).

There's something feminist dogma doesn't elaborate upon, yet the Bible does. As with any medium of sin, the enemy takes a determined look at something that God has ordained and perverts it horribly. This came about when satan deliberately went against God's order of natural creation and sidled up to Eve first instead of Adam. He knew exactly what he was doing. It was no mistake that he propositioned Eve, thereby circumventing the headship of Adam.

Satan continues to ask us, just as he did with Eve, "Did God really say...?" For her part, Eve quoted the rules and boundaries that God had established. But Satan essentially replied back, "No, what God said isn't true." While I can't imagine carrying on a discussion about fruit trees with a serpent, I can imagine how Eve and all of us just as soon are convinced if we give the serpent's thoughts a second chance.

Verses later, after Adam and Eve had been duped into sin, God desired fellowship with them still. Seems like the original couple was playing co-ed naked hide&seek instead. An awkward discussion ensues and shame rears its ugly head. God pronounces a curse upon the serpent, a curse upon Eve, and lastly a curse upon Adam.

All of this preface is tied into the quote I mentioned at the very beginning. Eve's curse was this: "Then he said to the woman, “I will sharpen the pain of your pregnancy, and in pain you will give birth. And you will desire to control your husband, but he will rule over you.” (Genesis 3:16)

And there in the last sentence is the linchpin that explains why (I believe) "egalitarian women are less happy in their marriages." We are living under the power of the curse if we are doggedly attempting to control our husbands and usurp their natural God-given role of head. Maybe that comes off a little too strong, but then again when there are two heads in a relationship, all you end up with is a two-headed monster. There's also logic behind the reason of why the USA isn't run by two Presidents.

But egalitarians may say that what they have going on is a partnership of sorts. Since when does the word "partnership" equate meaning with "equals." It doesn't. Webster's defines it as "a relationship between individuals or groups that is characterized by mutual cooperation and responsibility, as for the achievement of a specified goal." Well, frankly, that sounds like what more traditional models ascribe to as well. Since we're talking "traditional," we'll say that the husband is the primary provider of income, he pays the bills, mows the lawn, tends to the car maintenance, civic responsibilities etc. And the wife is the homemaker, takes care of the children, cooks, cleans, etc. In that scenario, it certainly sounds like both have mutual responsibilities and it sounds like both are living synergistically.

I love the definition for synergism: "the interaction of elements that when combined produce a total effect that is greater than the sum of the individual elements, contributions, etc. The joint action of agents, as drugs, that when taken together increase each other's effectiveness." Wow, what a great example of what a husband and wife can achieve based upon a divison of labor. Maybe you could say I have a "synergist" view of marital roles. :)

So if the curse for womankind is bound to the idea that we will desire to control our husbands, but we won't be able to, what then, can break the curse?

It starts with a dependence upon Christ and what He achieved by dying on the cross for our sins. He alone is able to give us a servant's heart and the humility needed to be a submissive wife. It certainly isn't easy, but then again, we were never told that it would be. More importantly, it is systematically killing our fleshly desires to make way for spiritual abundance. The word pride comes to mind. And isn't that what egalitarian wives are most likely fighting for? Over and over again through the Scriptures we see that we are to humble ourselves before the Lord and He will give us the grace we desperately need.

Oh Lord, may You give Your daughters the ability to humble ourselves before You and before our husbands. That when times get rough and we feel beaten down by the tasks given to us, that You will refresh our spirit with Your Word. May we honor our husbands by submitting to their headship, just as we would submit to You. Father, I know that my husband and I are equally loved by You. Lord give me a willing heart and hardworking hands to be a blessing to my family and those around me. Take away my pride and my longing to protect self. God, how I pray that You would be glorified through my day to day living.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Confessions of a Food Junkie, Part 2

In the last post I mentioned how my undying love of food has slowly begun to change the shape of my body. Go figure. In this post, I'll be attempting to tackle the other end of the health continuum, physical activity.

Growing up, I was always involved in some type of sport. It began with T-ball then flowed into softball, soccer, basketball, and tennis. Soccer proved to be my sport of choice, giving 9 years of my youth to it. I was definitely a kid who thoroughly enjoyed being outside instead of watching tv. Oh, how the tides have turned. When music became my passion, all other sports activities pretty much fizzled. I never did any intramural sports in college because those people were downright competitive, and I'd lost about 4 years of athletic skills. I did go to the gym in moderate spurts throughout college. Never could get a solid routine going for more than 3 months at a time though.

Nowadays, I don't do anything. Like most Americans, my day at work is spent staring at a computer screen, sitting on my rump, breathing. When I come home, I immediately begin dinner preparations and cleaning/organizing the house. I have been watching much less tv lately, but I'm still not using that time to do physical activity.

And it's not that I don't desire to be doing physical activity, I suppose I could rationalize it to the point of resources. To be honest, I've checked out several local gyms and fitness centers, and it's not the monthly fees that are horrendous, it's the dang membership fees and length of contract. Well, God must have heard the groanings and intercession of the Spirit on my behalf. Our church is offering an 8-week Boot Camp beginning on the 12th and it's only $20! Now that's what I'm talking about. Call me crazy for even considering it, because it begins at 5:45 a.m. and it's three days a week.

I truly am excited about it, even though I know my butt will be swiftly and appropriately kicked. Better yet, my husband will be there too; witnessing my feeble attempts at timed runs and push-ups. Somebody kill me now.

I know I said in the previous post that I don't have an "all or nothing" mentality, but for physical activity's sake, I do. It's more of a "do or die" thing for me. So in all seriousness, I covet your prayers for this. For continued motivation, the ability to get up that early, to not be cranky towards my husband, etc. I'm hoping that by having him do it with me, it will give me much needed accountability.

What are some of your secrets for long-lasting motivation or stamina? Having taken some courses in Behavior Modification, I know that rewards will have to come into play at some point. And sadly, they won't be edible rewards anymore. I'm thinking a manicure or something...

Monday, May 5, 2008

Confessions of a Food Junkie, Part 1

As of late, I have really been convicted of my eating habits and lack of physical activity. Well, it seems that everything has come to a head. I'd like to credit all of it to God for fitting in all of the pieces in a synergistic fashion.

Paved with good intentions
Growing up, I never had to worry about my weight or what I ate. In fact, obesity isn't an issue on either side of my family. But ever since becoming married, I succumbed to the "newlywed nine." Maybe it's unknowingly serving up myself a plate of the same portion that I dole out to my husband. Or since we've moved from a neighborhood to a condominium complex, I haven't been taking our dog on daily walks like I used to. Either way and for many more reasons than those, my clothes are ill-fitting. It dawned on me that the clothing industry will always provide a size of clothing to fit any shape I grow into or out of; i.e. there is no magical "ceiling" to stop me. I realized that I am an avid snacker too. Eating out of the box is such a bad habit for me! Nevermind the constant barrage of office parties or goodies that coworkers lure you with. And let's forget the fact that I majored in Health Promotion with a minor in Foods & Nutrition, geez...

So what caused a dramatic pause in my eating habits? Would you believe a section from my Bible study??

Flabbilicious and (not) loving it
I'm working through Shaunti Feldhahn's "For Women Only: what you need to know about the inner lives of men." Our theme for last week was entitled, "Keeper of the Visual Rolodex" which focused on men and the temptations they face since being so visually wired. I was quite shocked when on Day Five the focus shifted to the wife and her appearance. Huh? One of Shaunti's key points is that "a man wants to see that his wife cares enough about him to make an effort." Ouchie....all I seemed to be doing was complaining about my flabbiness with no effort to back it up. Not only do I want to be attractive to my husband, but I also need to respect my body according to God's standards.

1 Corinthians 6:19-20, "Don’t you realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself, for God bought you with a high price. So you must honor God with your body."

Romans 6:12-13, "Do not let sin control the way you live; do not give in to sinful desires. Do not let any part of your body become an instrument of evil to serve sin. Instead, give yourselves completely to God, for you were dead, but now you have new life. So use your whole body as an instrument to do what is right for the glory of God."

All-you-can-eat potlucks
Let's face facts, gluttony or overeating is something that the Church doesn't do a lot of talking about. (Can you imagine the squirming in the pews that would occur?) We hear about the problems of alcohol or drugs, but not necessarily those of food addiction. It comes down to a matter of self-control, which is one way others and yourself can see the Holy Spirit working in your life. Ironically, I think the first step is not only admitting to yourself that you struggle in the area of self-control, but also admitting it to others.

"Hi, my name is Megan and I'm an overeater."

I came clean with my addiction/lack of self-control the other night when my husband and I shared our prayer requests with each other. I also asked the girls in my Bible study for prayer. And while I don't have an accountability partner, I figure letting others know about it will only help me deal with the challenge.

Because I don't fit into the "all or nothing" mentality, I choose to make small, gradual changes instead. I've begun to incorporate more fruit in my diet. I actually adhere to the recommended serving size of a particular snack (so that's 3 tablespoons worth?). I even started keeping a list of "Things I've said 'No' to," like the Krispy Kreme glazed donuts gleaming at me in the staff meeting last week. "No" is a difficult word to say to my "old friends;" but I'm learning that if you never say "no," you'll never be able to say "yes" to a healthier body.