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An Update on Meriam

My last post was about a Meriam Ibrahim, Christian Sudanese woman, who has been sentenced to death for not renouncing her faith and converting to Islam.  She was pregnant and imprisoned with her 20-month-old son Martin.  It was reported that Meriam gave birth to a baby girl early yesterday morning.  She has also been sentenced to receive a brutal beating of 100 lashes for “adultery” because she married a non-Muslim.  This was supposed to happen as soon as her baby was delivered.  I don’t know whether this horrible sentence has been carried out yet or not, but please pray keep praying for this family.  Pray especially for this new baby’s health, her mother’s recovery, and  that asylum will be granted to Meriam and her two children (both American citizens) by the United States.

From Fox News: Sudanese woman sentenced to death for apostasy gives birth in prison

From Daily Mail: EXCLUSIVE – Wife set to hang for marrying Christian U.S. citizen gives birth to baby girl in squalid jail.

From Breitbart: Death sentenced Sudanese Christian convert ‘gives birth in jail’

If you can, please speak out against what is happening to Meriam at the BeHeard Project.  Share her story on social media…Facebook…on Twitter…however you can to anybody you can.


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This post is a bit of a departure from my usual here at Filed Under Potpourri.  I want to address freedom.  As an American, freedom is one of those buzzwords that we use that has thrown around so much that I think its meaning has become somewhat altered.  It is certainly something that is taken for granted.  But, freedom of what?  Freedom for what?  The First Amendment of the U. S. Constitution reads that

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

Freedom of religion of one’s choosing.  Freedom to practice said religion.  Freedom of conscience.  These rights, which are taken for granted here in the United States, are not present anywhere abroad to the extent that they are here at home.

Perhaps nobody is more aware of the lack of these freedoms at the moment than Meriam Ibrahim.  You may have heard of her.  She’s the 27-year-old woman in Sudan who was sentenced to death by hanging on 15 May 2014 for the crime of being a Christian.  She refused to recant and convert to Islam.  She has also been sentenced to a brutal flogging for the crime of “adultery,” which she has not committed in the dictionary sense.  Because she married a Christian man, her marriage has been declared null and void.  Since she has had relations with her husband, a non-Muslim, she is to receive 100 lashes after she delivers her baby.

Did I mention that she is 8 months pregnant?  Or that her 20-month-old son is in prison with his mother?  Or that her husband is not allowed to get custody of his children?  Or that her husband and said children are American citizens?

The levels of wrong here are so many and run so deep.

As a mother with a couple of very small boys, my heart is breaking for the tiny boy in prison with his mother.  He can’t possibly understand what’s going on, or why his momma is being hurt, or why he can’t be with his daddy.  An older child would barely be able to understand it, but he’s just a baby still.  There is apparently good reason to worry that he will be executed as well.

As a pregnant woman, I cannot even begin to fathom the pain and mental anguish she is experiencing.  Not only is she being denied medical treatment, she is shackled and has been beaten and tortured in prison.  She knows that as soon as she delivers her baby, which is supposed to be a joyous occasion, she is going to face a horrific beating.  She knows that as soon as her baby is weaned, she is going to die.

As an American, I feel nothing but rage that her husband has been unable to get a spousal visa for his wife and that as of yet, no real action is being taken by the State Department on either Meriam’s or their two children’s behalf.

As a Christian, I can’t feel anything but horror at the choice facing her.  What would I do in her place?  I hope that I would be as courageous as she was and refuse to disavow my beliefs in order to save my own life.  But, then I look at my precious family and my heart sinks.  I am reminded of the Apostle Peter who denied Jesus three times in order to save himself.  How could I face God if I did recant?  How would I be able to say goodbye to my husband and babies if I didn’t?

In Matthew 16:24-26 (NIV), Jesus told His disciples that

“’Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.  For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it.  What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?'” 

Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote that that

“The cross is not random suffering, but necessary suffering. The cross is not suffering that stems from natural existence; it is the suffering that comes from being Christian.”

Meriam Ibraham gets it.

No matter what your personal beliefs are, I hope that you will read up on Meriam Ibrahim, her husband Daniel Wani, their son Martin, and their unborn baby.  There are some links below…they are by no means exhaustive, but I hope that they provide you with a good start.

From Reuters: Sudanese woman may face death for choosing Christianity over Islam

From Morning Star News: Pregnant Woman in Sudan Could Be Executed for ‘Apostasy,’ Whipped for ‘Adultery’

From Townhall: The Real War on Women?

Also from Townhall: Pregnant Sudan Christian Mother Sentenced to Hang to Death

From Breitbart: Sudanese Judge to Pregnant Woman: ‘I sentence you to hang’ for becoming a Christian

Also from Breitbart: Pregnant Christian to be executed for leaving Islam after giving birth-State Department stands idly by

From Fox News: Sudanese Christian shackled while awaiting death sentence, husband says

Please pray for this family, who is experiencing a nightmare unlike any that we as Americans are likely to face at this point in our history.  If you can, please speak out against what is happening to Meriam at the BeHeard Project.  Share her story on social media…Facebook…on Twitter…however you can to whoever you can.  Please pray that the State Department will intervene.  Above all, pray for Meriam to stay strong and to know God’s peace.

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That Song in My Head

Can we talk about music tonight?  We can?  Yay!  You guys are awesome!

Music has always been an integral part of my life.  Two of my earliest (and fondest) memories involve my musical maternal grandparents.  (I love alliteration.  Just sayin’.  Anyway.)

My grandfather was a quiet and rather strict man, whom I always approached with a great deal of respect and a smidgen of fear.  The one time he ever let down his metaphorical hair was when he would pull out his violin and give my siblings, cousins and me an impromptu concert, the highlight of which was “Pop Goes the Weasel.”  Try as I might, my little eyes never could catch his finger making the string “pop,” but I can still see his face breaking into a rare smile when he saw our awestruck faces over “Grandpa’s magic finger.”  My grandmother would follow the Weasel on the piano with songs that would set our little feet to dancing (and I use that term in the loosest possible manner).  One of my favorites was “The Doll Dance” by Nacio Herb Brown, who I later discovered wrote some of my favorite numbers in Singin’ in the Rain.  Those concerts were one of the few occasions where noise and chaos were allowed to reign supreme in my grandparents’ house.  When the music died away, we all knew that was the cue to go off to bed…until I was older and was allowed to stay up a little later to play Yahtzee, and then it was time to get the pajama pants beat off of me by my grandmothers.

When I was a small child (like, five almost six years old small), my parents started me in piano lessons.  I took to it like a proverbial duck takes to water.  There was one point early on where I remember wanting to quit because it was really challenging, and (not to toot my own horn) I wasn’t used to things being challenging.  I’m so glad that my parents didn’t let me give it up.  I fell in love with classical piano music and continued with piano all through high school, competing at local and regional levels before moving to competing nationally.

I had everything planned out…conservatory, winning fame at the Van Cliburn International Piano Competition, and then dedicating a solitary life to music.  I had a reality check when I looked at the cost of tuition, and went off to join the Navy as a musician.  Naturally, the Navy said I had too much aptitude for electronics to be a musician, and being seventeen, I said, “Okay!”  It turned out fine and I got a very awesome career and an amazing husband out of that deal.  Today, I practice much less than six hours a day and I teach four little boys piano lessons every week.  The soundtrack is still the first thing I notice in every (and I mean every) movie that I watch.  Some of the best moments in my life come with a soundtrack of their own.  I’ve already mentioned “Pop Goes the Weasel” and “The Doll Dance,” but, being in a reminiscent kind of mood, there are a few more that I want to highlight here tonight.

  1. Ride in a Blimp by Lynn Freeman Olson.  This is the piece I played in one of my first piano recitals.  I got to use the black keys and the pedal, and my young ear loved that they created.  It had a picture of an elegant garden on the front, which had nothing to do with a blimp at all, but it was the starting place for many a princess daydream.  I just ordered the sheet music for my oldest son to use in our piano recital later this summer.  (*sniff*)  Incidentally, his copy does have a picture of a blimp on the front.
  2. Minuet in G by Johann Sebastian Bach.  This is the first classical (okay, technically baroque) piece I ever played and it is a favorite of all three of my boys today.  It is the first piece I remember my grandfather praising after I played it.  Praise from him was a huge deal, and it made this little minuet a big deal to me.
  3. Kokomo by The Beach Boys.  My Nana taught my little sister and me a line dance to this song.  It was an even bigger deal because she let us dress up in her crinolines and frilly dancing skirts when we performed the dance for our parents at the end of our weekend at her house.  Every time I hear this song, I think of Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood, Nana’s gazebo with the bamboo forest and koi ponds, breakfasting on Lucky Charms in the sunroom, and her cat Kika of the blue and green eyes.
  4. Handel’s Messiah.  My children’s choir sang several of the songs from this epic cantata during our Christmas musical, and it was the first time I braved singing a solo in front of a large audience.  I got to wear blush because we were under a spotlight, and my red yarn bow tie didn’t want to stay under my collar where it was supposed to be.  I remember the candlelight, the smell of the pine wreaths, and the flash of pride in my director’s eyes when we were given the traditional ovation during the Hallelujah” chorus.
  5. Falling Leaves by Carl Kölling.  I won my first ever piano competition with this piece.  This was the day where I learned that jean skirts, while okay for church, were not okay for competitions.  I also realized that the waiting is infinitely less than the performance itself.
  6. In the Hall of the Mountain King by Edvard Grieg.  When I was at music camp during my junior year of high school, my classmates and I performed this for the end-of-camp concert as a sixteen-piano ensemble.  It was big and loud and totally epic.  I loved every second.
  7. Appalachian Spring, Fanfare for the Common Man and Hoedown by Aaron Copland.  These are the songs that made me love more modern (and I use that loosely) composers.  Before this, if it wasn’t written prior to the early 1800’s, I wanted nothing to do with it.  After I discovered Copland’s use of dissonance and harmonic resolution, my musical world expanded drastically.  I still had no idea what popular music was, but my repertoire expanded to include the music of composers such as Khatchaturian, Ravel, Debussy and Gershwin.  However, Copland has the ability to make my heart soar like few other composers.
  8. Proud to be an American by Lee Greenwood.  This is the song that they played at the end of Battle Stations in boot camp.  It is the song that was playing when I received my Navy ball cap and was formally recognized as a United States Sailor.  It still has the power to make me bawl my eyes out every time it plays.  The Star-Spangled Banner is the only song that makes the waterworks start even faster.
  9. One More Time by Daft Punk.  I associate this song with being on my own for the first time.  After boot camp while I was in my first of many technical schools, the Gurnee Mills Mall in Illinois was a popular weekend hang-out spot for young sailors like myself.  Every time I hear this song it takes me back to those Jam Van rides to the mall, the mortification of being dragged into Victoria’s Secret by my friend for the first time, getting my hair cut at a “real” salon, and going to the movie theater for the first time since I was five, where I saw Disney’s Cinderella and was terrified by Lucifer’s huge gaping mouth when he tried to eat Gus-Gus.  (The movies Miss Congeniality, Save the Last Dance, Tomb Raider, The Mummy Returns and The Emperor’s New Groove have the same effect.)
  10. Would You Go With Me? by Josh Turner.  This is the song that my husband used when he proposed.  This was only one of the best moments of my life, even though I had had a wisdom tooth out earlier that day and was loopy, bruised, drooling and in some serious pain.  I figured that if he could love me enough to propose when I was such a hot mess, everything else would be downhill from there.  Love that guy.
  11. Sweet, Sweet Baby by Michelle Featherstone.  I take it back.  This is the song that will bring on a crying spree faster than you can say “Quidditch.”  After Toddler (my first baby from scratch) was born, the hospital photographer did a photo shoot with his soft, yellow blanket, the hideous olive-green chair in the recovery room, and a battered wicker basket.  When she brought the slideshow of the pictures she’d taken, this was the song playing in the background.  I utterly fell to pieces.  I was so in love with my little guy already, but seeing him from her perspective tore me apart.  It still does.

There are so many more, but listing them will take more time and emotional energy than I am prepared to commit at this moment.  As it is, I’m this close to becoming a sloppy, teary mess all over this post.  Dang pregnancy hormones.

What songs are included in your life’s soundtrack?

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“I Could Have Slept All Night”

When I was in high school, a friend of mine burst out in a parody version of the “I Could Have Danced All Night” number from My Fair Lady that made me giggle…and then sigh…because it is so true.

” I could have slept all night, I could have slept all night,

And still have begged for more.”

I went through a phase during my teenaged years where I slept as much as I could every chance I got.  Looking back, I’m really glad that I did that.  While it didn’t make for very interesting diary entries (“Took a nap today and it was awesome!”), it was arguably the last time that I’ll be able to do that for the next thirty years or so.  Seriously, I would give much to be able to have the two naps a day that my baby and my toddler fight so vociferously.  I’ve come to the determination that naps are totally wasted on the young.  I’ll make a deal with you, guys;  you do the laundry for me, and I’ll take the naps for you.  Deal?  I didn’t think so.

Can we digress for a moment and talk about diary entries?  I know it’s fairly off-topic, but even as uninteresting as my sleepy entries will be to people decades and centuries from now, I have to believe that they will still be more interesting than the entries in George Washington’s diaries.  I studied those suckers in high school and it still blows my mind that a guy that awesome had such mind-numbingly boring things to saw.  Seriously.  All four volumes were entirely comprised of how many miles he rode on his horse or what he had for dinner that day.  Where the heck were the entries on crossing the Delaware, or the awful winter at Valley Forge, or meeting Martha, or when he got his new dentures?  I’m just saying.  Mix it up a little, George!  P.S.  I’m still a huge fan.  Huge.

Anyway.  The last couple of days, I’ve been so tired that it physically hurts.  I sat down today to grade a couple of math lessons and woke up an hour later.  I’m going to chalk that up to the epic weekend and being pregnant.  (Energy, you should be back by now.  I’m giving you notice.  The books say you should be back, so where the heck are you?!!)  I’ve been going to bed at the time that an average adult might for the last few nights, and I’m telling you, it ain’t worth getting to stay up late with the grown-ups.

That song from My Fair Lady is stuck in my head.  And now it’s in yours, too.  You’re welcome…and good night.

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New Kid on the Block

According to the results of the poll, New Baby is a girl by a margin of 2-1.


Boy number four is due to arrive early this fall.

It’s a boy!  Boy number four should arrive early this fall.

Surprised?  Me, too.  None of my symptoms matched the ones from my first two male pregnancies.  Which, come to think of it, were completely different from each other anyway, so I shouldn’t have been surprised.  My dog and I continue to be the only girls in the house, which is totally cool…she digs musicals and would probably let me paint her toenails if I asked her really nicely.  And bribed her with bacon.

boy     noun/boi/

1. a male child.

2. noise with dirt on it.

In all seriousness, I couldn’t be happier about having another little boy.  Can’t wait to meet you, Little Guy!

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Making a Baby for Baby, Part 1

This afternoon, I started working on prepping the construction of Baby’s baby.  This is the part of a sewing project that always takes the longest for me.  Cutting out the pattern pieces, ironing everything, laying the pieces out on the fabric, staring at the layout, hating it, completely redoing the layout…you get the picture.

I ran into a bit of a snag with my typical process because a few of the pieces need to be cut four times.  I didn’t want to cut them individually, and I never cut more than a double layer of fabric at once because it gets…messy.  So, I made extra pieces for the arm, ear and leg.  That way, I can stew over my cutting layout in peace.  And yes…I’m fully aware of how neurotic that makes me sound.

Once I get everything cut out of the fabric, I get to go through the same process for the interfacing and then have to attach those pieces to my fabric pieces.  I’ve never had a project that required said interfacing for each pattern piece, but I suppose it will make the knit “skin” more sturdy.  I ended up going with a good quality apparel knit because sadly, craft velour is not sold at any of my local fabric stores and I didn’t feel like ordering from some random website.

I’m really excited about what comes after the cutting.  I get to embroider a baby face, belly button, and other little touches that will probably not mean anything to Baby at the moment, but will make my detail-needing self really happy.  I also get to try to make baby hair, but I’m going to wait until his head is assembled and stuffed (that sounds so weird) so that I can make sure his hair fits correctly.

And that makes my baby’s doll sound like a miniature Donald Trump.

To be continued…

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The Jack of the Baskervilles

My family has a beagle named Jack.  He is a sweet boy with some minor oddities…you know, like eating the eyes off of every stuffed animal who is unfortunate enough to cross his path and being completely unable to walk down a staircase without taking out anyone who happens to be on said staircase at the same time.  A while back I watched a documentary on Animal Planet about the smartest dog breeds on the, well, planet.  I was utterly floored when beagles came out in the top spot.  I never would have known that from the example I have living in my house.  In fact, you could say that he’s a few tacos short of a fiesta platter.  All that being said, there is no animal alive who is more patient or loving with his family.  Baby loves him and shows it as gently as any tiny boy was ever able to do, but “Dog-Dog” couldn’t be happier than when he’s being loved by his miniature Human.

Jack, the beagle

Meet Jack, our family’s beagle. Isn’t he cute?

This leads me to relate a rather unfortunate incident that occurred just last night.  Oldest and Baby were in bed, asleep.  Around 2200 (10 PM for you non-military readers) in my sleep-induced haze, I heard Baby crying through the monitor.  (Side note…Baby’s been doing a lot of that the last couple of days because he’s been afflicted with a random fever.  Poor sweetie.)  I changed his diaper, which he was not happy about anyway, and then tried to calm him back down.  That’s when I heard The Sound.

I neglected to mention earlier that Jack has another personality quirk.  He doesn’t do anything quietly.  About three years ago, he finally found his beagle voice and our lives have never been the same.  No beagle ever howled with the enthusiasm that this dog does.  It’s blood-curdling when one is not expecting it…which one never is.  One being me.  He also snores like the offspring of a freight train and a dragon.  Our house is a senior citizen, which means that sounds travel quite well through its floors and ceilings.

What usually happens in our house after the kiddies are asleep is that Husband and I retire upstairs to our office/bedroom.  We bring the dogs up with us to get some non-miniature Human affection before we all fall asleep.  As I rocked Baby downstairs in his room last night, I heard a sound that filled my baby’s heart with fright at each occurrence.  I couldn’t figure out at first if it was a truck revving its engine outside or if something horribly wrong was happening to our furnace.  Then, The Sound scratched itself.  I could hear its foot thumping on the floor.  The Sound was Jack…sleeping.  And my baby screamed with terror.

Happily, this story ended well for everybody but the dogs.  Baby and I watched some Baby Galileo, which restored the smiles and giggles.  He fell back asleep.  I fell back asleep.  However, both dogs were sent to bed in the kitchen early, where Jack’s snores couldn’t terrify anyone but the cats.

Jack of the Baskervilles.  I'm sure this is the image Baby had in his head during The Sound.

Meet the Jack of the Baskervilles. I’m sure this is the image Baby had in his head during The Sound.

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