Monthly Archives: September 2013

Car Fever

I’ve spent quite a bit of time thinking about vehicles this week as our van is in the shop for routine maintenance.  Call me crazy, but nothing about an $1100 bill feels routine.

With 129,000 miles, our family’s primary vehicle was well over-due for its 100,000 mile coolant and transmission flush and tune up.  The water pump was leaking and the air filter and wiper blades were in desperate need of replacement.  I should confess that we bought this vehicle used with 15,000 miles and we’ve never taken it in for more than its 3,000-5,000 mile oil changes.  We missed the recommended 50,000 mile service by 79,000 miles.  It was definitely due for some TLC.

I drive a 2006 Chevy Uplander.  It’s a mini-van, and there’s no way to dress it up as anything other than a family vehicle that often resembles our second living room/kitchen combo.  In fact, it often smells like our bathroom.  In the summertime you might find left behind towels and swim suits that have started to smell or sweaty socks and shoes that are removed as soon as is physically possible.  There have been various drink and food spills, as we often eat on the go, and food is sometimes forgotten in one of the van’s many out of sight, out of mind storage compartments.  My husband refers to the van as my second purse, but very little that is left in the van is actually mine.

Our van’s exterior has seen better days.  I’m grateful that we’ve had space to keep it in a garage or carport as the paint job and clear coat are very nice, but the van has been in several fender benders during our 6 years of ownership and a close inspection reveals dents, dings, cracks and folds that serve as reminders of “experiences”.  You’ll have to ask Franklin to recount the specifics for you.

Nine years ago Franklin and I began our journey toward Financial Peace with Dave Ramsey.  At that time, we drove an Eddie Bauer limited edition Ford Expedition with leather seats and fanny warmers.  That Expedition was the culmination of a long line of expensive vehicle decisions.

When Franklin and I began dating, I drove a little green compact 4 door.  It was perfect for my little family of two, but I traded it in for a brand new sporty 2 door when we married and our income increased ever so slightly.  We realized our folly when we became pregnant and thought through a second car seat in the very small back seat of our little silver bullet.   We upsized to a Dodge Intrepid, and just 1 year later, we upsized again to the Expedition.   Car fever is certainly an illness that is difficult to recover from, and I’ve felt myself on the verge of a relapse in recent months.  I find myself envious of my friends’ cars and I often long for leather once again.

A friend and I were talking this past week about a “Spirit of Poverty”.  We were discussing new jeans and $300 purses and I began to think about our van, our wardrobes, our diet, and the furnishings we have in our home.  These are not new musings; and yet, we’ve chosen time and again to be frugal.

The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines frugal as, “careful about spending money or using things when you do not need to;  using money or supplies in a very careful way.”  I prefer that definition to the synonyms I also found, “scrimping, self-denying, monkish, miserly, and penny-pinching,” although I know that some might accurately describe me at given times.

My van really is just a means of physically getting from one place to another.  In keeping my van, which should be in tip top shape for another several years after this week’s maintenance, I’m giving up a wee bit of comfort and a bit of pride and status, but I wouldn’t be at home pursuing a new business venture with another $400 monthly bill and an increase in insurance that a new car would require.

I certainly don’t have this all figured out, but when all is said and done, we want to honor God with our finances.  We do not want a $400 car payment to be the thing that stops us from pursuing things of value that we feel called to do, but we also do not want to be seen as walking in a “Spirit of Poverty”.  We do not want to imply that walking in faith is a life of self-denial; or is it?  James 3:15, Luke 16:9, 1 Peter 2:11, Proverbs 21:20, 1 Timothy 6:10, Proverbs 27:23, Luke 14:28-30, Proverbs 22:7, Proverbs 6:1-5, and Romans 13:8 have given us pause regarding our finances for many years.  Hebrews 4:12 says, “For the word of God is alive and powerful. It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword, cutting between soul and spirit, between joint and marrow. It exposes our innermost thoughts and desires.”  Heavenly Father, that your Word rather than our culture, be my guide.

My Name is Marea and My Mouth can be a Problem

Monday was a rough day.

Last Tuesday, after almost a week of unreturned phone calls and Emails to my contact at the printing company we’ve decided to use, I found that he’d transferred to another department and I’d been reassigned to a new “project manager”.  We’ll call him Tom.  From the first phone call, Tom was more helpful and excited about his role in my project than my first “project manager” had been and we nailed down several formalities Tuesday and Wednesday.  I felt encouraged!

I uploaded our first files Wednesday night and our first proofs came back Thursday morning, having sailed through the first wave of pre-press printing tests.  After literally 60 minor adjustments on my part (a text box nudged 1/16th of an inch her, an illustration nudged 1/16th of an inch there),  I uploaded the second round of files Thursday evening assuming Friday mornings report would again be favorable.

Friday morning I received my first Email and second round of proofs from our new-to-the-project design expert.  We’ll call him Bob.

Before I opened the proofs I read his short note.  Bob informed me that the left page page number is always on the left hand side of the page and to help me out, he’d moved all the left page page numbers for me and had tweaked my text up and to the right when necessary.

My immediate reaction was physical.  I’m sure the geyser of frustration (imagine a geyser that rivals Old Faithful) could have been seen bursting through my head and I felt the need to vomit.  I hate that about myself.  I’ve got no formal training in layout design, but my control-freak inner self began to wind up for a full blown Class A temper tantrum.  I hadn’t even looked at the proofs.

I remember thinking, “Get a grip Marea, maybe the proofs will look great!”  I wish with all my heart they had.  That would have given me solid evidence that my tendency to control is freakish and unnecessary.

I had very carefully considered the placement of the page numbers.  I had chosen to leave them all on the bottom right of the text, even though they are normally on the bottom left for left hand pages, because I want the text itself (which is much larger and more bold to be visually obvious) to be consistently placed on the page for the young reader.  When I had experimented with page number placement, I’d had to move my text boxes too far to the right, throwing the balance of the left and right page layout off.

When I opened the proofs I found the same problem.  Bob had moved the text boxes on the even left hand pages and the text on the left and right pages was no longer consistently placed.  Some had been decreased in size and two had the very bottom of text cut short to fit the page number in the frame.

I prayed.  That’s what I have to do.  I have learned to do that first before firing off an Email or responding with a hasty phone call.  In fact, for many years I sent Franklin any Email that could potentially be problematic to be proofed for offense.

I spent the day considering the page numbers, changed my Anthologies to reflect the fix I’d decided upon, and uploaded the files again with a message in the “Additional Comments” section:  “Bob,  Thank you for your attention to detail!  Ultimately, the text placement on each page is more important to me than having the page number on the left hand pages.  I’ve deleted the page numbers of concern and am happy with the visual consistency of the text on the left and right pages for my very young readers.  Please use the revisions I’ve made to my original files.  Kind Regards, Marea”

Monday I received our third set of proofs; again, an immediate physical response – Old Faithful from every orifice.  Bob thought his original of the first anthology would work but there were problems with the 2nd and 3rd and he was sure I was going to want to look at the text.  He had input page numbers on the bottom left of the left hand pages and “had to” move the text boxes again to make them fit.

“Heavenly Father…  Help!  I want to kill Bob.  Why does he think he can add page numbers again?  This is my baby!  I am the customer!  And what is he, like 17?  This has to be his 1st project!  Why did I get the new kid on the block? “

I called my “project manager” Tom.  “Tom.  This is Marea Smith.  I have a huge problem and I need to get some information to Bob but I should not talk to him.  You’re going to have to help me.”  I explained the Friday proofs and Bob’s movement of my page numbers and text.  I explained my consideration of the problem, my decision, my work on Friday, my upload and my explanation to Bob.  He assured me that he would be in contact.

Bob is new and Bob did not know that the “Additional Comments” section even existed.  He worked all day with me and was appropriately kind and gracious as we tweaked a new round of proofs.  We were able to send the files to press yesterday afternoon.

I know Bob learned something from our experience together, I was certainly reminded again of my vulnerability in the area of my tongue, and as He often does, God orchestrated my Bible study this week to speak to the matter at heart.

Through the inspired book of Proverbs alone, God has much to say to me about my tongue:

13:3 – Those who control their tongue will have a long life; opening your mouth can ruin everything.

15:2 – The tongue of the wise makes knowledge appealing, but the mouth of a fool belches out foolishness.

15:4 – Gentle words are a tree of life; a deceitful tongue crushes the spirit.

18:21 – The tongue can bring death or life; those who love to talk will reap the consequences.

21:23 – Watch your tongue and keep your mouth shut, and you will stay out of trouble.

 

And from Beth Moore’s Daniel study, “If you’re like me, you have also allowed some of your weaknesses to engrave an invitation to the enemy.  Satan recognizes the treasures God has given us more than we do.  He comes to steal, kill, and destroy (John 10:10).  Satan may bide his time until the opportune moment, but make no mistake – he will RSVP with an acceptance.  We’ll be the ones left with regret.”

Satan tried to act like a friend and sympathize with me in my trouble, but his goal was really to betray me.  I am very aware that if I’d called Bob and said everything I’d been inclined to say that I would have betrayed the heart of this project and that this collection of readers would be in jeopardy today.

A good friend of mine shared that she prays the following over her business every morning, “Lord, I ask that you cover me and that your favor surround this business as a shield, for your glory.”  I’ve typed out the following to place right beside my computer in my office, “Lord, I ask that you cover my mouth and that your favor surround my words as a shield, for your glory, in the name of your most precious son, Jesus Christ.”  I hate that I might need this daily reminder as long as I live… but, thank God for his grace and mercy!