For those of you who do not know, Washington Mutual Bank (WAMU) “failed” today and was taken over by the federal Government, who in turn sold it to JP Chase. This is quite significant to me on many levels. First, for those who don’t know I started my career with Great Western Bank in 1982. I worked up from New Accounts to a supervisor to an assistant manager. I finally made Branch Manager 3 weeks before we were sold to WAMU. I had been with them for close to 8 years at that point, so the severance package I was to receive was pretty nice. There was a thriving American Savings across the street, and WAMU had just bought them so I was certain my branch would close and I would be gone. I interviewed and was offered two branches in Downey that would consolidate into one. That began my roller coaster ride with WAMU. I managed and merged those 2 branches, then we took on Home Savings of America and I merged 3 branches together. I eventually applied for and got my home branch where this all started in Buena Park, considered one of the largest and busiest in California. My career was in full gear!
Then I decided to go on a mission trip to Mexico. It was a turning point not only in my career but my life. My desire to succeed in my career was being taken over by my desire to serve God more and more. I eventually asked to be transferred to a smaller branch, slower and not as stressful, and definitely not the same pay. It still was not enough; managing a bank was no longer who I was. Being yelled at daily by angry people, staying late to make calls to people who did not want to hear from you, the enormous pressure to meet numbers, the daily staff issues and security issues, having to fire people, etc. God was calling me somewhere else. It was one of the hardest decisions I have ever made, to leave my comfort zone, my large regular salary, what I had come to be successful at, to step into the unknown and work for a customer in a small office and sell and process loans.
Watching WAMU fail is like watching an old friend fall apart. I spent 16 years of my life investing my heart and time from my family there because I believed that I was helping people and I believed in them. I have so many friends there and now they are dealing with the uncertainty of their futures. The memories I now have are of times of laughter and friends who helped me through some very rough times. This was (and in some cases still is) my family for a very long time. I feel like a small part of me today is gone. As Robert told me, I was there when they were a small company. I watched and participated in them growing into the giant they were. The WAMU I knew and loved is no longer there, and has not been there for awhile now. What was taken over today was just assets.
While I should be upset about the substantial stock I still had in my retirement in WAMU that is now gone, my thoughts and prayers are with the people there. Please pray for my friends to find their way through this mess and see the Light of Christ through it all.
Romans 8:28 “And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.”

Happy Birthday~




Sunday was Robert's birthday. Which means we try to at least have a "birthday weekend" or if you are really lucky a "birthday week!"



Saturday during the day we did not do much of anything, which is a gift in and of itself! That evening Robert, the kids, Jamie and I went to Joe's Crab Shack for dinner, one of his favorite places. With his bib on he enjoyed some King crab and the company of our family. Sunday was church where a group of pre-schoolers in Wayne and Dawn Hammontre's class sang "Happy Birthday" to him. It was so sweet.


Then on to lunch at Philippe's in LA. A group of friends joined us to celebrate his birthday at a french dip sandwich place in downtown Los Angeles that has been around for over 100 years. Sawdust on the floors, long lines, bench seats but the BEST french dip sandwiches. As I looked around the room I realized how blessed we have been over the years to have friends like this. Thank you Rob, Jeanne, Emily, Matt, Jessica, Liz, Mike, Sarah, Pam and Adam for helping make Robert's birthday very special! For our other friends, we sure missed you, we love and appreciate all of you!


Thank you Lord for the wonderful friends we have and the amazing husband you have given me!
Happy Birthday Robert!!!

I don't know!

So today has been a real strange day.
Before noon and I have already spoken with three different people who need help.
All three have recently been layed off.
All three need money to pay rent.
All three don't know where to turn.
I don't know if you know, but I work with homeless (some itinerant) people and people who live in motels. When they need help it's usually $40 to $80.
Today these three needed between $800 and $ 1100. I had to tell them we didn't have the money. You see it's the end of the month and our budget for assistance has been spent. Actually we probably spent next month's budget too.
Anyway, these three weren't just individuals they were families. Families. One was a man his wife their two children and her elderly father. One was a woman and her children. The other was a guy who was at the brink of divorce. He didn't care about his wife or kids. He came to our Spanish speaking service and was prayed for. His relationship with his wife is now strong. He cares deeply for his kids. His marriage is strong. He also hurt his back at work is on disability; his wife works two days a week and because of his injury he lost his job.
I had to tell him I couldn't help him. I told him how sorry I was. He looked at me, smiled and said don't worry, God will take care of us. He shook my hand and broke my heart.
Sometimes I feel lost.
Today is that day.
But as Salvadore said, "Don't worry God will take care of us."

Jesus was homeless


What? Are you saying Jesus was homeless? Sort of.


Trust me. When you read this story you will want to order the "Jesus Was Homeless" shirt.


They didn't have my size so I decided to make one of my own. I put "Jesus Was Homeless" on the front and on the back in small numbers I put 8:20 for Matthew 8:20, Jesus replied, "Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head."


It was awesome. I really liked it. I was ready to print them up. Then I asked Daniel Mattern, my friend and co-worker, what he thought. He said he didn't think Jesus was homeless. So we talked about it and read Matt. 8:18-22 and he asked me what I thought it meant. After some thought and more reading I don't think he was saying "I'm homeless." I think he was saying the cost of following me is pretty large.

So my conclusion is "Jesus was an itinerant preacher." Not really a good t-shirt.


I spent a lot of time on this and I don't have a shirt to show for it. Then it hit me. I really enjoyed looking for the answer. Daniel didn't tell me this was the answer, he wanted me to find it myself. I talked to Mike Carman and he didn't tell me the answer, he asked me questions to get me to find the answer myself. I went to the Bible and read. The answers are there. I know they are there. But, this time was spent to get me to feel the desire to find out more. I haven't felt that in a long time. Don't get me wrong, I read, but this is different. This is a desire not just to read, but find more.


Pastor Shane challenged everyone to read from one Book in the Bible every day for the next month. So I started with Acts. I've found I've read Psalms almost as much. It's more than reading it's a desire for more. All this from a story that said "Jesus Was Homeless".



Pain and Suffering...



How does a loving gracious God allow the suffering that goes on in our world? A question I am asked a lot as a Christian, a question I have struggled with myself sometimes. I watched several shows on TV this past week on the 9/11 tragedy. There was one show that had video tape from many different people that day. I saw the second plane hit the tower replayed again and again. It was like seeing it live, as I did the morning of 9/11/01. I got goose bumps and I cried again, and I asked why?
In the course of my studies one of the classes I am taking is “Reasons to believe in a God who allows suffering.” In one of the first lessons we hear from a man who lost his 18 month old son. He and his wife woke up one morning and he was dead. His 4 year old daughter found him.
There is a video that takes you through Israel, a nation known for its land, its people and its suffering. They called it “a nation of irony, God’s chosen people, conquerors of the Promised land, victims of the holocaust.”
If we didn’t have free will, would there be pain and suffering? Can you imagine a life without choice? Choice is what is at the core of being human. We make lots of choices every day; it is part of who we are and how God created us. So with choices come responsibilities and consequences. R. Douglas Geivett said, “You cannot do good without freedom. On the other hand, you can do evil if you are free.”
Yet suffering also occurs at the hand of others. All of us have experienced that. But it tests us and shows who we really are inside. An example used is gold or silver, they are refined by fire. Coal needs time and pressure to become a diamond, and our character is revealed through enduring pressures and time.
How much more do I love God, because I choose to love Him? How much does He love us that He gave us the choice to love Him? He didn't force it on us, He let us choose. He sent His Son, Jesus, to die for my sins, so I can spend eternity with Him. My love for Him is immeasurable.
The man who lost his son, now values relationships much more. What was important to him before, work, degrees, and professional advancement is now on the back burner. He is closer to his wife, daughter and most importantly God.
In the story of Joseph, he was able to say to those who hurt him “You meant evil against me; but God meant it for good” Genesis 50:20.
I can get a little obsessive about overdosing on the world’s tragedies. Robert has to usually step in and stop me from watching TV or researching tragic events because I internalize it all and suffer right along with those in pain. Will we ever be able to say, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good? Will I ever be able to say it? I certainly hope so! Will I ever fully understand why, probably not.

The Great Escape


Liz and I sat in our room and watched "The Great Escape". I love that movie.

I just had to tell you about one of the early scenes.

The prisoners are just brought into the "new" prison camp. The Germans put all the "trouble" prisoners, the ones who have tried multiple escapes, here.

Charles Bronson is trying to get out by walking with the Russian prisoners who have just cut all the trees. James Coburn also tries to join the line. He hears Charles Bronson speak a word in Russian. He says "I didn't know you spoke Russian?" Charles says "I only know one phrase, Ya vas Lublu." "What does that mean?" "I love you" "What bloody good is that?" Charles Bronson says, "I wasn't going to use it." I actually laughed out loud.

I know it seems a little strange to spend time writing about such a trivial thing, but I didn't have a very good day yesterday, and needed to think about other things. I got into a little bit of an argument with Kathryn, my daughter. I'm not going to get into it here, suffice it to say I know I am right but I didn't need to tell her the way I did. Later in the day we went to Mexicasa for dinner. As we walked towards the restaurant I put my arm around her, she looked at me and we both apologized to each other.

Wait a minute. I guess yesterday wasn't too bad after all.

Anyway, the next time you aren't in a very good mood, put "The Great Escape" on, sit back and enjoy. Oh! Try it while eating sunflower seeds, I love sunflower seeds.

Sugar and Spice...


So my little girls are not little girls anymore. You see today was the first day of school. Not just another first day but Kathryn’s last first day of high school, and Shelby’s very first day of high school. Kathryn begins her senior year, and you could hardly contain her excitement! She was bouncing off the walls this morning at 6:00am. Shelby on the other hand, does not understand the big deal. She would rather be still in bed fast asleep. They are so different! They fight a lot and disagree and yet they dance around the house together and laugh. They really love each other. Shelby wanted to take Choir but she could not fit it in her schedule so her only option was zero period (starts at 6:53am). If you know Shelby at all, that is WAY too early in the morning, but she took it anyway. Kathryn, who has been in Choir 3 years now, made Show Choir (the class she has dreamed about for 3 years!) but still wanted to be with Shelby so she is taking 3 choir classes including zero period with her sister. They stayed together at camp this year, they go to the movies together, they are friends as well as sisters. I found this poem and did not realize there was more to it than “sugar and spice.” " What are little girls made of? What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and all that's nice, And that are little girls made of. What are young women made of? What are young women made of? Ribbons and laces, and sweet pretty faces, And that are young women made of." While ribbons and laces does not really describe my girls, sweet pretty faces definitely does. They are made of so much more than that, they are young women seeking and serving God.
This year is a big year for them, as well as our whole family. I remember being a young mom and praying for my kids. Praying for the spouses they will choose to be Godly and pure, for their walk with God to be close and personal and for their lives to be Holy and serving our Lord. It is the prayer I continue with today, for all of my kids. As they struggle through the many transitions of growing up, I am reaching the point where all I can do is pray. They have to make their own decisions and learn from their mistakes just like we did. How difficult it is to watch them spread their wings! Deuteronomy 32:11 says "He was like an eagle hovering over its nest, overshadowing its young, Then spreading its wings, lifting them into the air, teaching them to fly (the Message)" We have taught them, they now have to start flying... Proverbs 22:6 "Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it." I cling to that daily.

Nooo Reservations

I was watching "Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations" and he was in Laos. If you've never seen the show. He travels to different countries and visits people and eats the local food. It's usually pretty good. Anyway, while in Laos he ate with a man and his family, the man lost an arm and a leg while working on his house. He hit an unexploded bomb left over from the Vietnam conflict. This "bomb" was buried in the ground for around 30 years when it exploded. It was a US made weapon. We weren't supposed to be in Laos. But our government sent "Special Operatives" to train the people in the countries around Vietnam to help defeat them. Look, I'm not trying to get political, I'm not trying to debate the whole reason we were there. I'm just saying people are dying 30 years after a very controversial war, in a place we weren't even supposed to be.
I'm just saying.