FIR ’10: Reading Question #10

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend (even if it wasn’t Thanksgiving where you live!). One of the things on my “thankful” list was books, definitely. I’m also thankful for the wonderful participation we’ve had on these weekly reading questions. It has been awesome to find out about your reading habits, passions, and even compulsions!

This week’s reading question:

Do you have multiple books going at once? Or do you prefer to stick to one book at a time?

Again, I find myself having different answers, depending on what kind of reading we’re talking about.

If it’s fiction, I can only do one book at a time. Plots, subplots, plot twists…it’s enough for me to keep one book’s worth of plot issues straight. If I attempt to add in another novel…forget it! I’ll get far too confused!

But nonfiction — that’s a different story altogether. It seems I’m always reading multiple nonfiction books. It doesn’t bother me a bit to book-hop between a book on parenting, a book with theological leanings, and a book about grammar. And I usually have a variety of nonfiction books scattered throughout the house, so my location has a lot to do with which book I’ll pick up next.

I can mix the fiction and nonfiction, too. As long as I’m only reading one fiction, I can toss several nonfiction on my “currently reading” list. At the moment, in fact, I’m in the middle of one fiction book and two nonfiction books.

So there you have it. Fiction: one at a time. Nonfiction: multiple books going at once.

What about you? How many books are you reading right now? A bunch, or just one?

A whole bunch of things I’m thankful for

1. My husband. He loves me, overlooks my many shortcomings, takes care of me, spoils me, forgives me, puts up with me, compliments me. And he’s just plain awesome.

2. C., my 12-year-old. He is always trying to make my life easier or to encourage me in some way. He’s smart, funny (punny, as a matter of fact), analytical. He loves to read, loves to learn. He’s an all-around great kid.

3. L., my 4-year-old. He makes me smile every single day. He’s clever, creative, and energetic. He’s friendly and outgoing. He cracks me up and melts my heart.

4. Our extended family. How blessed we are to have so many family members living nearby (and to have Facebook to keep in touch with those who don’t!). Our kids have gobs of cousins, a couple crazy aunts/uncles (I’m not naming names), and loving grandparents.

5. Starbucks Peppermint Mochas. Because they are delicious. Really delicious.

6. A renewed friendship. A dear friend and I have recently committed to getting together at least once a month and I’m so glad. We’d gone too long without connecting, and I’d allowed busyness and life circumstances to leave our friendship languishing, neglected. Time with her is inspiring and refreshing, and I can’t wait for our next get-together.

7. Our new small group. Chad and I, being grumpy hermits introverts, weren’t necessarily seeking out a small group, but one found us anyway. They’ve taken us in, chosen to share their lives with us and invited us to share our lives with them. It’s something we didn’t expect, but it’s been so good.

8. Amazing long-distance friends. I have a few friends (and you know who you are) that I never see, because we live many, many miles apart. But these friends are always just an email or phone call away, and I treasure their friendship. They love me as I am, accept my venting and questioning, offer encouragement, insight, and laughter. I need them in my life and am so glad they are there!

9. Books. And more books.

10. Technology. And not just because it lets me play Angry Birds on my iPod. But because it allows me to keep in touch with friends and family, have a blog, look up answers to important questions (and not-so-important ones, too), manage our bank accounts, discover new books, etc., etc., etc.

11. Fleece hoodies.

12. Chocolate. In pretty much any form.

13. Flannel sheets.

14. Family time.

15. Very hot baths.

16. A washer and dryer.

17. Boardgames.

18. Our furnace.

19. Aleve.

20. Our church.

21. Pens that write smoothly and paper that doesn’t let the ink bleed through.

22. My iPod.

23. Laughter.

24. Forgiveness.

25. Baked goods.

26. A good story.

27. Sleep.

28. The United States of America.

29. Pictures of my kids.

30. Love.

I could go on and on and on.

But above all, and before all, and after all, I’m thankful for my Savior, Jesus Christ.

Wishing you and yours a very Happy Thanksgiving!


Thankful

I’m writing this post on Wednesday night. It’s 9:30 and everyone other than me is already in bed. Chad is sick — battling some kind of viral throat infection, we think. He took some Nyquil and climbed under the covers. C.(12) is better after a cold he had last week. L.(4) has croup, but is on the mend. It’s been one of those weeks.

Sadly, I have to admit that there are times when a bunch of illnesses in our home leads me to excessive grouchiness and complaining. It’s not the right response, but it’s one I adopt. Too often.

But tonight, there are other things on my mind.

We did some shopping this week for some families on our church’s “Caring Tree.” (Local ministries take requests from families and we, as a church, get the privilege of blessing those families by fulfilling their wish lists.)

Some of the wishes look like any other Christmas list — MP3 players, toys.

But some are more basic: A pair of pajamas. Diapers. A Bible. A gift card to the grocery store.

How often do I take for granted the fact that my kids have two sets of pajamas — one to wear while the other’s being washed? How often do I think about the fact that I don’t have to ask for a grocery store gift card for Christmas? And we won’t even talk about how many Bibles we have in this house.

God has blessed us abundantly and tonight, I’m thankful, and also humbled and…a little on guard.

I was reading recently in the book of Hosea. God talks of how He cared for His people, the Israelites, when they were wandering in the desert. Hosea 13:5-6 says:

“I cared for you in the wilderness,
in the land of burning heat.
When I fed them, they were satisfied;
when they were satisfied, they became proud;
then they forgot me.”

Do you see the process there?

1. The Israelites were in need.

2. God cared for them and provided enough that they were satisfied.

3. They became proud and forgot God.

Isn’t that just how we tend to be? When we are satisfied — when we have all that we need — we tend to lose sight of our need for God. We rely on ourselves and figure we can handle everything just fine, thank you very much (there’s that pride). And we forget God. We forget that He is our provider and that He’s the one who has cared for us and gotten us through the wilderness and the heat and the hunger.

I don’t know about you, but in my life, the amount of time I spend praying seems to be inversely proportional to how “easy” life feels. The easier things are…the easier it is to fall into prayerlessness.

I’m incredibly thankful for the blessings God’s given us. I’m happy to have a house that is warm and safe and comfortable. I appreciate the fact that we have two cars, plenty of food and clothing, enough money to go on vacation. And to be honest, I thoroughly enjoy the “toys” and gadgets we have that make life easier or just more fun.

But I don’t want to lose sight of my constant need for God. I don’t want to forget that He is the source of everything, the Giver of all the good gifts we enjoy. In our lack of “want,” I don’t want to become proud. And I don’t want to forget God.

So I’m praying, praying that God won’t let me forget Him. It seems like it’s one of those scary kinds of prayers — you know, like “Don’t pray for patience”? But I know God is good and loving and I trust Him.

And tonight, I thank Him. For everything.

Giveaway Winner (and another chance)

Just a quick post to announce the winner of the book, That’s Where God Is.

The winner is:

Comment #14: ladybugdoodles

Congratulations!

Oh, and in case anyone missed it, Ali (co-author of the book), mentioned this in a comment on the giveaway post:

“… thanks to everyone who so enthusiastically said they’d like a copy. I so wish I could send one to all of you! Please visit our website and enter our monthly drawing–we send the winner two copies, and once you enter you’re entered for life, so who knows when you might win! Visit danandalimorrow.com for details. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!”

So those of you who did not win this time around have another chance — just visit Dan & Ali’s website!

FIR ’10: Reading Question #9

Well, I was partially right. According to the comments on last week’s reading question, many of you are better library-users than I am. But I was surprised to see quite a few who struggle — just like me! — with the library and end up acquiring books through various other means. But no matter how you get your books, the important thing is that you get them somehow. And that you keep reading!

And now, on to the next question:

Once you begin a book, do you feel compelled to finish it? Or have you been known to give up in the middle of a book, to walk away from a book that is just too annoying, boring, etc.?

As for me, well, it depends…

When it comes to fiction, I almost always feel compelled to finish a book once I’ve started it. Very, very rarely, I will put a book down and walk away — but only if the material is too offensive or if the storyline is way too boring for me to continue. And to be honest, if it’s boring, I’ll sometimes keep reading, but just incorporate some, ahem, skimming. Mostly, I just want to know how things end!

With nonfiction, I vary. If I’m reading nonfiction for a challenge (such as Fall Into Reading) or if the nonfiction is fairly narrative in form (memoirs, historical nonfiction, etc.), I feel like I must finish. (However, I’ve even been known to walk away from these if they are boring me out of my mind. See Girl Sleuth for an example.)

If the nonfiction is more along the lines of “self-help” or “advice for living,” I tend to view it more as reference material, and I don’t feel bad reading a chapter or two, then picking up another nonfiction book, then coming back to the first, etc.

Overall, I feel guilty if I start a book and never finish it. But the guilt is greater when it comes to fiction.

How about you? Do you always finish what you start when it comes to reading? Or have you decided that life’s too short to read books you don’t love?

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Bonus Question: We have less than one month left in Fall Into Reading 2010! Can you believe it? If you’d like to share…how are you doing? Are you on track with your goals? Will the upcoming holidays derail your reading plans?

I have three books left to read, and I’ve started two of them. So I’m hoping that I’ll actually finish my entire list this time around!