Book Review: Closer Than Your Skin

Is God really like a father who cares about the details of our everyday lives? Then why does he often seem so far away, distant in the moments when we could most use a personal touch from him?

So many of us have lived in that unspoken longing. In this incredible story, you’ll find that God is not always content to wait for us to discover him amid the clutter of life. Instead, when we choose to embrace the eternal reality, we find that he is there, right beside us, closer than our skin.

So reads the back cover copy of Susan D. Hill’s new book, Closer Than Your Skin. In this spiritual memoir, Hill shares her life, her spiritual journey, her struggles with legalism and what she calls the Martha Syndrome, and her heart-breaking marital difficulties… and most of all, how God has worked in her and through her every step of the way.

Hill’s focus is on encountering God in every area of our lives. Rather than making Christianity a purely academic pursuit or a contest to see who can serve on the most ministry committees, she challenges us, gently, to seek true and vibrant intimacy with God, to experience His presence on a daily basis.

Hill shares story after story about God encouraging and guiding her — through Scripture, life circumstances, the words of others, and even dreams. To be honest, I’m not sure the author and I would agree on every theological detail when it comes to how God speaks to us today. Nevertheless, every encouragement she shared was based on and in agreement with Scripture. She is very clear about weighing any impressions or feelings that we may think are from the Spirit against the truth that has been laid out in the Bible. So, while my experience has not been the same as hers, I appreciated her transparency and honesty, and her focus on knowing Scripture.

My copy of Closer Than Your Skin quickly became dog-eared. I found myself turning down corner after corner (I know this offends some of you — to fold the corner of a book! — but I admit, I do it). Hill has a way of expressing with such clarity many of things that I’ve seen and felt, or things to which I aspire. I marked phrases such as “Even small amounts of self-pity are dangerous to the soul” and “To find gratitude for God in times of personal disappointment, or even hopelessness, is a way of saying, ‘I trust you no matter what it looks like down here.’” It’s one of those books that gave me much to think about, and that also motivated me to pay attention to what God is doing in me and around me.

If you’re interested in picking up a copy of Closer Than Your Skin, it is available at Amazon.com. You can also learn more about the book and the author Here.

WFMW: Recovering lost photos

[Note: Because I am horribly long-winded, this WFMW post is ridiculously long. If you want the short version, here it is: You can recover deleted photos from your camera card with programs like this one. If you want the long version, read on.]

It was a quiet Tuesday evening. My husband was out of town and the boys were in bed. My plan was to check my email one last time and then head upstairs to read and fall asleep early. In my Inbox was a coupon from Snapfish for one of their photo collages. Oh, that looks like a neat idea, I thought. Maybe I should make a Christmas collage of the boys.

I clicked open my Pictures folder to see which photos I’d want to use. And then, my stomach dropped.

I had pictures up through December 15th, 2007. And then I had pictures starting January 19th, 2008. Nothing in between.

Nothing.

I was sick. How could I lose an entire month of pictures? And why, oh why, did it have to be Christmas pictures? I was a horrible mother — how could I do this? The pictures of L. eagerly tearing the paper off gifts: gone. The pictures of C. playing the piano for family: gone. The pictures from Christmas Eve at my in-laws and Christmas Day with my family: gone, gone, gone.

It took about 2.3 seconds to figure out what had happened. My laptop had died right before Christmas, and I got my Mac in mid-January. Naturally, I had continued taking pictures during that time period, and downloaded them to our desktop. But here’s the thing: I had created a new “Katrina profile” on the desktop and loaded them on there. When I got my new Mac, I deleted that profile. I thought I’d transferred everything I needed to the new laptop, but clearly I hadn’t. I hadn’t transferred a single picture from between December 15th and January 19th.

I hopped on the Internet, searching desperately for software that could help me recover something — anything! And I stumbled on Recover My Photos. It looked like a risk-free option: You download a trial version and have it search your memory card/device. If it finds photos to recover, only then do you pay for a license to enable the software to restore those pictures.

I downloaded it. I put my camera’s memory card into a slot on our printer, and I set the program to run a “deep scan.” To be honest, I had very little hope. It had been almost 2 months since Christmas and I’d taken well over 200 photos in that time.

The way these types of programs work is: When you delete photos from your digital camera’s memory card, it doesn’t actually delete the photos themselves, just any references to them. In other words, the data is still there, but your camera or other device doesn’t “see” it. The data is only permanently gone when the camera writes over that same area with new photos. I had taken so many pictures that I was sure the Christmas pictures were gone for good.

The scan took a long time… over an hour (it’s a fairly large memory card). While it scanned, I played around on the computer.

And then — lo and behold — I found the pictures on the desktop. They were buried about five levels down in an obscure folder labeled “Other pics.” Apparently, at some point I had backed up the pictures from my “Katrina profile” into the other, permanent profile on the computer. I have no memory of doing so, but in a fit of responsibility, I must have.

There they were — Christmas memories recorded, smiles, gifts, decorations, family. Ahhh… I could breathe again.

Then I saw that the program’s scan was done. Recover My Photos had found 286 recoverable pictures on my camera card — including a bunch of Christmas pictures. I couldn’t believe it! Thankfully, I didn’t need it now, but I was very happy to see that it was possible to find photos believed to be long gone.

I hope you never need to use Recover My Photos or similar software, but if you ever do anything silly like I thought I had done, it’s nice to know these kinds of programs exist and that they really work.

Don’t forget to visit Shannon for more WFMW tips.

Oh, wait — what’s that, Mom? You want to see one of the pictures? Okay, here you go.

The germs, they abound

It all started last Wednesday with L. getting a little sniffle. I wasn’t surprised. Since I’d worked the nursery that week, I was fully prepared to incubate and then manifest the germs that at least three of the children brought to church that week. But I figured, A cold? I can handle that.

Then Chad came home Friday night, ate dinner, wrestled with L., chatted with C.. And suddenly at about 7 p.m., he said, “I don’t feel well” and it all went downhill from there. The fever, the aches, the chills, the headache, the exhaustion. It was indeed the dreaded FLU. Since I don’t read the newspaper and primarily watch the news only to find out how miserable the weather will be, I hadn’t realized that this flu season was truly horrific. And that the flu shot is not proving to be very effective. Granted, L.’s the only one in our house who got a flu shot this year, but still, to have that little bit of protection taken away was not really what I wanted.

On top of my own family manufacturing germs galore, the guy who’s been doing our drywall bolted out of here last Thursday, rather ill. He’d had a stomach bug the day before, but assured me he was fine. Apparently, he was wrong. He’s been here briefly three of the five days since then, regaling me with stories about how his wife has been horribly sick and about how he was at the hospital yesterday with another family member who was “sick as a dog.” I am sympathetic toward him and his family members and hope they feel better soon, but must admit there is a part of me that wants to say, “Forget our basement! Just stay home until all your germs are eradicated! Drywall is simply not that important!” But I don’t.

My approach to dealing with all the germs goes something like this:

  • Use hand sanitizer constantly
  • Spray Lysol liberally
  • Lock Chad in the bedroom Allow Chad to stay in the bedroom where there is peace and quiet
  • When Chad makes brief excursions into the main living area, follow him around with Clorox wipes, swiping the remote, the computer mouse, the doorknobs
  • Order Request that Chad everyone cover their mouths when they cough or sneeze or talk
  • Drink Emergen-C
  • Sleep on an airbed next to our bed, so I am approximately 4 feet removed from the Flu Incubator my poor husband
  • Buy more hand sanitizer because I’m running out
  • Avoid the basement — I don’t really need to see the progress right now and would rather wait until the germs die a natural death

So far, I’ve been successful. L.’s still the only one with a cold and Chad’s still the only one with the flu and no one’s caught any stomach ailments. However, Chad is sick and tired of being relegated to the bedroom and now sits mere feet from me, even though all the CDC literature I’ve read tells me that he’ll be contagious until at least tomorrow night. I’m slacking off in the Lysol department because I’m just plain tired. And I need to make sure I don’t irritate my family members too much more — they’re starting to look at me like I’m annoying and insane.

So I guess I’ll try to chill out a little. Or at least only whip out the Clorox wipes when no one’s looking.

Game Review: Hit or Miss

It’s always good to have a couple “party games” on hand — you know, those games that can accommodate more than 4 people, are easy to learn, and tend to create a hefty amount of laughter and/or good-natured ribbing. Party games are the perfect thing to bring out after a holiday dinner, or when your extended family has come by for the evening.

And if you’ve ever played Scattergories, you’re well on your way to getting the hang of this week’s game: Hit or Miss.

Hit or Miss

Hit or Miss was put out by Gamewright last year, and has the tag line: The Game Where Great Minds Think Alike. And it’s true, Hit or Miss requires you to figure out what other people might be thinking, so it works best in a setting where you’re somewhat familiar with the other players (family gatherings have been perfect, in my experience). However, it could also serve as a good ice-breaker or “get to know you” type game, since each round will give you a little more insight into your fellow players.

When you open the Hit or Miss box, you’ll find a timer, pencils and paper for up to eight players, a scorepad, a special die, a hit/miss card for each player, and a box of “category cards.” Each player gets a pencil, paper and a hit/miss card, and the game begins.

To start a round, the Round Leader (determined however you’d like) draws a category card and reads it to the group. The timer is flipped over and all players immediately write down as many items in that category as they can. When the sand in the timer runs out, pencils are put down.

Some examples of categories in the game are:

  • Things in a post office
  • Emotions
  • U.S. Presidents
  • Things made out of glass
  • and Grocery store aisles.

As in the game Scattergories, players furiously jot down item after item until the time runs out. Unlike Scattergories, however, players have to put a bit more thought and strategy into the items they choose. When you’re frantically coming up with answers that fit the categories, you’ll want to come with: 1) Several items that you think many other players will put, and 2) A few items you think no one else will put. Here’s why:

After everyone’s pencil is down, starting with the leader (and then moving clockwise around the table), each player will roll the die and take action. The die has 3 different possible results: Hit, Miss, or Wild. Here’s what happens with the various rolls:

1) If the player rolls a Hit, he chooses an item from his list that he thinks many other players will also have written. He reads it out loud. Each player then takes their hit/miss card (one side says “Hit” and one side says “Miss”) and puts the appropriate side up on the table. For example, if Joe says “Love” for the Emotions category card, anyone who also wrote “Love” on their paper will put their hit/miss card with the Hit side up on the table. Anyone who did not write Love will put their card with the Miss side up on the table.

Joe will score one point for each Hit card showing, and anyone who has a hit card showing will also score 1 point.

2) If the player rolls a Miss, he chooses an item from his list that he thinks no one else wrote, and reads it to the group. Once again, players put their hit/miss cards on the table — Hit side up if they also wrote that item, Miss side up if they didn’t. Let’s say Joe rolled a Miss and picked “Elation” as his emotion. Anyone who wrote Elation will put their Hit side up and anyone who didn’t will put their Miss side up.

In this case, Joe will score one point for each Miss card showing, but any player who had a Hit will score 3 points, for hitting on a Miss.

3) If the player rolls a wild (jester), he can choose to go for a Hit or a Miss. He just announces to the group what he’s going for, and reads his item.

Play continues around the table with each player rolling the die, choosing an item, and calculating their score. That’s one full round. The role of Round Leader now moves to the next person, and a new round is begun. One full game involves the same number of rounds as there are players, each player having one turn as Round Leader. Scores are totaled and the winner is the one with the most points.

There are a few tricky areas of the game where players will have to come to a consensus. For example, can a player use both “skillet” and “frying pan” in the “Things with handles” category? Should Greg be allowed to put “screaming baby” for “Things in a post office” or should it just be things that are always in a post office? Players may discuss and vote on these and other dilemmas when they arise.

I found Hit or Miss to be a lot of fun. I’ve always enjoyed Scattergories, but I really appreciated the challenge to get inside my competitors heads during this game. Would Mom put “Millie” for “Girls names that begin with M” since she has a good friend named “Millie”? What state capitals was my geography-nut husband least likely to include on his list? I was often surprised by what others included or didn’t, but that was all part of the fun.

My in-laws also played this game (without me, even though I was the one who brought the game…but that’s a story for another day) and they seemed to enjoy it as well. In fact, it’s my nephew Josh who keeps checking with me to see if I reviewed this game yet, since he had so much fun playing it.

Hit or Miss plays well with 3-8 people (though I think 5-8 is most fun) and is recommended for ages 10 and up. I’m sure you could play it with younger kids by modifying categories to make sure the kids are familiar with them, extending the time allowed for them, etc. I’ve found that many Gamewright games are flexible and can accommodate a variety of ages and situations.

In summary:

Hit or Miss

Number of Players: 3-8
Time required: about 30 minutes, but it depends on the number of players
Ages: 10 and up
Where to buy: Time Well Spent or Amazon.com

Callapidder recommends it:
For gatherings of family or friends, when you want some light-hearted fun and a few good laughs.

Read more of Callapidder’s Game Reviews by clicking HERE.

The Post-Good-Book Letdown

Fiction books are part of my everyday routine. There is always — always — a novel on my nightstand. I plan my evenings to accommodate some reading before I go to sleep. I love discovering wonderful new authors, or catching the latest work from one of my old favorites. When we go on vacation, I agonize over how many novels to pack, and which ones. After all, with all that free time, I’m likely to zip through my fiction and want to make sure I have a sufficient stash.

In summary: I read fiction constantly.

But there are times when I can’t read fiction. I look at the novels on my bookshelf or I browse the bookstore and library, but nothing appeals to me. Nothing at all.

This usually happens immediately after I read a terrific book. Not just a “that was a good book” kind of book, but the kind that I can’t put down, the kind that keeps me up reading until the wee hours of the morning. When I turn the last page and put the completed book aside, it’s impossible for me to pick my next novel. Nothing could possibly live up to what I just read.

Yes, I occasionally suffer from Post-Good-Book Letdown.

I’ve found that there are two kinds of “terrific books” that affect me this way:

1) The ultimate page-turner — Any book that pulls me in so completely that I don’t ever want to put it down. These are the books that sit open on the kitchen counter while I’m cooking, so I can squeeze in a paragraph here and there. The ultimate page-turners don’t live on my nightstand; they travel around the house with me. Bathrooms go uncleaned and laundry goes unfolded while I’m reading an ultimate page-turner. No time for that mundane stuff; I must keep reading. And when I finally finish the engaging book, every other novel available to me looks tame, or even boring, by comparison. I love to read thrillers, so I read plenty of plain ol’ page-turners, but I only come across an occasional “ultimate page-turner.” Dean Koontz and Jeffery Deaver have written some of my favorites.

2) Novels whose characters or worlds I fall in love with. Maybe it’s a character or two that I get attached to. Or maybe the novel presents a world that is so fascinating, so intriguing that I feel as if I’m in it when I’m reading. When I finish one of these novels, I’m usually not ready to let go. I’m not ready to say good-bye to the characters. I have no interest in reading a book that doesn’t take place in the setting I’ve grown to love. I can’t imagine reading anything else because my heart is still in the last book. Most recently, I ran into this situation when I finished the Harry Potter series.

When I hit the Post-Good-Book Letdown, it takes me a few days until I’m ready to move on, to try another novel. In the meantime, I might focus on non-fiction for a while, catch up on some podcasts, work my way through my magazine pile. Fiction always calls me back eventually, though.

Am I alone in this? Have any of you ever gotten to the point where you have no desire to pick up the “next book,” because no novel could ever live up to the one you just finished? Or am I just weird? (Okay, don’t answer that last one.)