What’s floating around in here?
Intensely personal, mostly private & always telling … a woman’s purse is all these things, wouldn’t you say?
It carries what we consider ‘essential’, makes a statement about our sense of style, hides our secrets, and even our trash.
The Prodigal Purse blog is just a peek into my purse, and therefore my life. I’m hoping you find a bit of encouragement floating around in here.
Tonight’s Devotional
Tonight’s devotional was about how God’s Word is like an anchor in our lives – which was sweet in a sentimental kind of way.
Earlier today I ran out of the house and threw the Littles in their car seats to go pick up Simond from work. In the midst of getting ready for our camping trip tomorrow, I had forgotten that I had to pick him up. As I drove down the road shoeless, I passed our old church – and noticed they were having a yard sale.
After we got Si, the kids and I stopped – pretending we didn’t have a million things to do (and I still shoeless). I was watching the kids playing in a heap of junk toys, enjoying the day, and I heard our old pastor’s voice, Skip Hathaway. From the moment I heard it, I couldn’t help but be transported back 12 years to him baptising me “Buried with Christ through baptism, and raised to walk as my sister in Christ.”
I almost didn’t speak to him, certain that he wouldn’t remember me. Honestly, part of me was terrified that he would. Here I was, unshowered & shoeless shifting through junk. I went back and forth in my mind trying to decide if I should say hello. For some crazy reason, I just wanted to tell him that I’ve grown up in Christ, not the same dysfunctional girl he drowned in the water that day. I just wanted to see him grin at the living proof of God’s promises fulfilled, arms overflowing with blessings.
I spoke – and he didn’t remember me. We chatted briefly about mutual friends, w/out ever even mentioning the One who tied us together, the Anchor who made us known to each other. But He was there.
There is no reason that we should know each other – me, a SAHM madly in love with a sailor and his children – him, so smart people call him Dr., with hands that bury sin and raise saints. Only the love of Jesus we share, our anchor.
doneOtherwise
OTHERWISE
I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.
At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.
Jane Kenyon 1947-1995
Apple Picking
Another memory has been built in the Rucker Family’s minds: Apple Picking at Carter Mountain Orchard in Charlottesville, VA. I totally dig this kind of stuff and am so excited to share this with my children. While the adventure itself was fun, the words God spoke into my heart while we were there, over the top precious.
The orchard itself is about 3 hours away and while I have been looking forward to the trip, I was anxious about the drive itself. Were we crazy for dragging 2 babies in diapers, a preschooler and a teenager out to the middle of no where for some apples that we could buy at the commissary? Maybe … ?
Wally and I were in no mood to spend long periods together in the car. It’s been a rough few months in our marriage, as he continues to be away from home doing a rigorous workup cycle on board the USS Eisenhower. Only being home for 5 or 6 days at a time is pulling us in separate directions & financial worries on how to get our budget under control are weighing on us both heavily. The further we were away from home, we were able to tie some heart strings tighter and enjoy each other again.
I was completely overwhelmed with the Orchard – I know, I know, I always am with nature. But it was just such a timely trip as God showed me real life examples of His provision. The trees were beautiful – heavily pregnant with every kind of apples you could imagine. Lots were just rotting on the tree, left unclaimed. Tons had fallen to the base of the trees, and even more in the paths making our hike quite squishy at times 
. 
These little adventures of mine are only tolerated by Wally, for my sake only He’s a good man. When he saw the roadway up to the orchard, he was totally serious when he said, “Should we drive up there?’ lol We walked, carrying Belle on my hip and Wally pulling Asher in the wagon. He was very purposefully handing out orders on picking while the kids and I just ran willy nilly, playing around.
Asher (almost 2 YO) was hilarious – his tree trunk legs would not keep up with where his heart wanted to go (I, too, know his dilemma). He fell onto the soft padding of grass every 5 seconds. He was also in heaven because there were apples all over the ground, and he would pick one up – munch on it a few times, and then throw it down only to move on the the next one. The kid ate his weight in apple bites while we were there. Several times I made note of how careless he was – never holding on to his beloved blessing with sweaty fists as I often do. If he dropped it, and returned to look for it again, finding it gone, he didn’t care. “Blessed be the name of the Lord …He gives and takes away … He gives and takes away … My heart will choose to say, Blessed be the name of the Lord.” Asher didn’t care if his beautiful sweater was ruined by the adventures in the clay mud, because he put more value in the adventure than the sweater. I can learn much from these blessings of mine. 
Annabelle was a perfect baby. We could not have asked for a more content and flexible child. She had no idea where we were going, when we would get there or if it would be to her liking. She trusts in her parents utterly and completely. She took advantage of the long drives by sleeping there and back and was the talk of the orchard with her gummy smiles. I am enjoying having a daughter … and such a beautiful one at that.
Always ready for an adventure, Job ran through the hills like a sandpiper bird on the beach. He liked being a few rows over from us, enjoying a little independence. I’m enjoying being able to place some trust in his ability to obey and return when we call. Sometimes I forget that he just turned 4 – a brand new 4. He really enjoys contributing to any effort of the family and was very proud of the number of apples he could reach and pick. While I can see a good work ethic developing in him, I also see him enjoying deliberate rest. Another attribute I would be blessed to learn. If every second of my day is not accounted for and given to purpose with something to show for it, I deem it lost. Not a biblical perspective at all, and I see that I need to work on slowing down to the speed of love. I have a friend named KC, that moves at the speed of love.
Simond … I just want to bawl when I think of his servant’s heart these days. It may come as a surprise to 
some of you, but it’s been a deliberate effort of his to choose service over selfishness. I’m overwhelmed at his victory sometimes. He’s really adapted to a ‘get it done’ attitude, and I can almost see him slaying his flesh when I ask him to do something he doesn’t enjoy, and doing it with a happy heart. Recently I had to discipline him, and it was difficult. I hate it! God chose that moment to remind me of how He hates disciplining me too, but that it’s always for my betterment.
I want to be honest about our family, and real about each one of us. Re-reading this, we sound like the Spritiual Brady Bunch, and those of you who know us well can testify that it a lie! Asher was RIDICULOUSLY naughty on the way up to the orchard and back, totallying about 6 hrs of terrible twos. Job’s enjoyment of rest went a tad too far on many points of the hiking, and I considered dragging him. Miss Belle’s slobbering on the apple was cute for the first 10 minutes, and then we both were soaking wet for the remainder of the crisp trip. I felt like I needed to remind Simond that he is NOT an adult, indeed still a child, about a million times. Wally’s lack of matching my enthusiasm was at times, a bummer. And maybe, my singing “Thunderstruck” off key at the top of my lungs might have gotten on some peoples nerves … 
But we’re growing … as a family and individually, in God’s amazing grace. I personally have the trip filed in my mind as a real life example of God’s provision in my life. I came home seeing how my life is overflowing with blessing, when I had left grumpy and feeling sorry for myself for the convienances recently cut from our budget. He opened my eyes to many ‘apples roting on the tree, and at our feet’ in our family’s life, and renewed a sence of graditute in my heart.
Yesterday, Simond and I only did a 1/2 day of school and made our first 3 apple pies. It was fun to take a break and figure it out together, making many mistakes along the way, and enjoying the fruits of our picking. We hung out in our jammies and sang “Thunderstruck” at the top of our lungs.
Check out more pictures on the Carter’s Orchard page: http://theprodigalpurse.wordpress.com/carter-mountain-orchard-pictures/
New Song
Psalm 33:2-3
Praise the Lord with the harp; make music to Him on the ten-stringed lyre. Sing to Him a new song; play skillfully and shout for joy.
What ‘new song’ do I have for Him today? Will I push the default button & raise my family on the sinking sand of generational sin? Or will I purposefully turn around, face the wind & learn the words and ways of my God?
Help me turn around, God.
Finally …!
… I’ve found something that “They say…”, that really works! First of all, let me go on record that I don’t know who “They” are, but I hate them. You know ‘them’ …
“They say that cloth diapers are the best …”
“They say that too much TV ruins your children …”
“They say that you should never let your baby cry it out …”
“They say …” seems to be a way for someone to add their personal opinions on your life choices without actually have experience in that area or being held accountable for the comment. Who are “They” supposed to be anyway? The baby mafia? The Parenting Police?
I can see that I’m coming across as a little jaded this afternoon… I’m sick 
I’ve got the worst cold I can remember in recent history. Anyway … back to my purpose.
They say increasing your fiber intake helps control your appetite. It seems to be true. My new favorite product is Benefiber Drink Mixes. ![[benefiberstick.jpg]](http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McOWuU647qU/SIC6aac5AfI/AAAAAAAADX8/DhqTuiA6jrQ/s1600/benefiberstick.jpg)
I initially bought them because I was able to get a box of 16 packets for $1 (see end of post for how, and run out and get a ton of your own!) I’ve been having 2 or 3 of these little gems daily, not really interested in the fiber, just a cheap flavored drink. Yesterday, this cold of mine swept me off my feet and didnt’ have any and today … you guessed it: My appetite is RAGING. If my kids sat still long enoungh (no worries … they don’t) I would nibble on those cute thighs.
I’m ashamed to say that 3 kids in 4 years has packed on more pounds than I care to admit. My struggle to drop more than a few continues with running, taking Hitler designed group exercise classes at the YMCA & experimenting with various eating plans (ie South Beach & Weight Watchers). All these things are helping, but it’s diffiuclt to do them when your tummy is screaming “FEED ME!” like an impatient toddler.
Finally, something “They” say, works! Now you can say, “Amy said …”
Here’s how to get yours: In the October Walgreens Easy Saver Catalog (located at the front of the store w/ their sale papers), there are coupons for $5 off the Benefiber Kiwi Strawberry Stick Pack (16 ct.) Couple that with the $2 off any Benefiber product manufacturer coupon in recent papers, and you get the box for $1! I think I got like, 10 boxes of these, giving quite a few to friends to try. Enjoy! @
