halfBAKED

It was paralyzing, I couldn’t even begin to write! You can not start a blog without a name.  However, every charming title I birthed was already snatched up. The disappointment was real. The frustration drawn out. I needed to start writing something but this name business was bringing me down. I really loved the title,  More Precious than Rubies. With an inspirational title like that, who needed talent? Alas, it was taken.  Determined, I poured over the book of Proverbs looking for a spark, another glittering jewel.

The challenge was simple.  I desired a blog title that was brief, cute, and could communicate every possible theme I could possibly want to share.   Easy enough?  So you can see how I was pleased with myself when an original inspiration hit while putting away my freshly baked pies. Well, they were not freshly baked pies, but they were freshly purchased.  The long awaited name dawned… Half Baked

What better name for a middle aged mother, wife, with half grown children that admits she is a different brand of dippy?  Proudly, I shared my genius with my 14 and 12 year olds.  Caleb, my oldest, looks at me and hesitantly and innocently asks, “Sooo you are gonna write about half truths?”

Deflated, “Oh, yah I guess it means that too.”   When did they get so smart?  Half truths is not what I was aiming for.

Dippy, Half Baked?   Stick with me and you will see. But flukey things happen to me.  I often find myself in predicaments of my own creating.  Events that are slightly too embarrassing to explain.  For example, how about the time that I went to my Junior banquet with a rather large rug burn on my nose.

My parents said I was a slow learner. Or rather, I think in my mom’s words, “Chere, you have no common sense.”   Ouch. Really none?  But yet time and time again I demonstrated this to be all too true.   Episodes commenced, starting early in childhood.   The large gash in my toe?  Oh that’s from trying to kill a bug with a shovel.

“Why does this silk comforter have a large hole in it and strangely melted?”  Umm, that happens when you do your nails on your bed and spill nail polish remover.

“Chere! Where did this white spot on the carpet come from!”.  Well duh, clorox. You see, I had a stain on my shirt and the carpeted floor is perfect spot to scrub at a stain. My misadventures with clorox go way back. Good times.  However, that sweet little shirt looked great. That is until I burned the matching skirt with my iron.  

These stories and countless others span 40 years. It’s shameful and many times embarrassing.  So how did I accomplish that rug burn on my nose?  I was trying to reach something from my top bunk on the floor. I was so close, inching just a little closer, almost there-then Bam! SUPER CLOSE, my face smashed into the carpet.  Never mind that I didn’t have go-go gadget arms and that I reasoned I could span 6 feet to fetch something from the floor I  have have no recollection of now. It seemed like a good idea at the time.  I was left with about a 3 inch scrape over the bridge of my nose and between my eyes.  The thing about rug burns is they don’t look too bad until they start to crust over…super charming when you are seventeen.banquet

Pictured here are my good high school friends at my Junior year Banquet. (around 1992)
If you look closely you can see my burn.
It was HUGE in person-I promise.

Full Definition of Half Baked

a :  poorly developed or carried out   (Been there done that)

b :  lacking adequate planning or forethought  (yes here too)

c :  lacking in judgment, intelligence, or common sense (no comment)

As I look back on my life with some honesty, I can admit-I am a slow learner.  Not only do the facts of physics and science elude me, I have a difficult time retaining God’s truth and have, over the years,  sold myself some Half Baked truths. I vacillate between getting it and forgetting it-over and over.  Is this not the definition of crazy,  doing the same hurtful thing over and over again?

We pick up God’s truth for our lives in sermons. We fold page corners in books  and highlight them.  We frame them. We memorize them.  We place them over our mantle and door ways to our homes. But do we live them? Or do they remain a place holder while we sample something else?

In my heart,  I’ve always struggled, yearned for something that is just out of reach. My focus rests on what the world is dangling in front of me, teasing me with the potential I crave and the desire to be significant,  only to find myself burned in the end.

The whole truth is this-what we yearn for is Jesus.

Anything we set in His place, whether it is raising the perfect kid, perfect husband (I doubt you are raising a husband, but some have tried), perfect house, more money, that degree..the list goes on– is Half Baked in-deed! 

Praise God, He doesn’t leave anything half done.  I can be confident in this, “That He who began a good work in me, will complete it.”  Philippians 1:6   Jesus takes this mama and  teaches me I can trust Him and what He has to offer.  He teaches me to not lean on my own  understanding or my half baked ideas.  He can and will direct my dreams, my work, my relationships. Proverbs 3:5   Jesus teaches, the thief comes only to steal, kill and destroy;  Jesus comes so that we may have life, and have it to the full.  John 10:10   A full life that leaves us satisfied.

That is a beautiful truth I will reach for daily and is always in reach.   Any other way is just..well…Half Baked.halfbaked

13 thoughts on “halfBAKED

    1. My sweet Chere, mom here. When you told me that you were going to begin doing a blog I wondered then how you would represent yourself. I laughed at some of the things that you posted because I remember a number of those things that happened. I like what you have called your blog, “Halfbaked”. It’s cute and so true of every human that lives. Because I am your mom my instincts kick in to defend you. Not that you are in need of defending, but I sense that you are trying to rise above your charming humanness. I wonder if you realize how wonderful you are. Making silly mistakes throughout our lives is something that everyone does, no one is exempt from that. You just had the courage to name them where most of us would not. And we all do them as adults too, all of us, but that is life and it helps to have a good sense of humor about our blunders. I believe that even after we live a full life we arrive at our ending still half baked. God created you to be who you are, you do not need to change what He created in you. But He will enhance the beautiful qualities that are Chere, and He has. I don’t think that God cares that we make innocent silly blunders in our life. He may even laugh at them too. Let me tell you for a moment the person that your parents see. When you were a little girl what we saw in you was someone who was forgiving, loving to the underdog, and you had such a gentle spirit, (except with your brother). You made us laugh and you filled our home with lovely smells and girlish excitement. And when you went to PVA there was such a void our home. I told you many times that God had a special plan for you, that it might not be the greatest of great but that you were destined for greatness of character. God has done that in you Chere. You are the brightest star for a daughter that dad and I could have imagined. Most people out there don’t know that you have become such a “Women Of God”. They don’t know how confident and accomplished you are. They don’t know all the things (MANY) that you have mastered through hard work and persistence. They don’t know how you taught yourself to play the piano to the wonderful pianist that you are today. And how you couldn’t sew a stitch in high school and taught yourself to do wonderful things with a sewing machine. Your husband attests to how you keep his life on track because of your organizational skills. I am amazed at your skill with technology and with all of the sport machines that you and your husband own. What a hard worker you are. Many people are the recipients of your amazing wisdom, kindness, hospitality and tireless volunteer work for others and your church. And Chere, you are the most amazing mother! You told me once when your children were very small the awesome responsibility that you felt to get them to Heaven, and you have lived up to that commitment. Your home is a home of ever present parent love and love of God. You have shaped your children into unselfish, unspoiled, considerate, grateful people. They know God, and that has come from a lifetime of motherly instruction. You knock my socks off as I tell my friends. Your home is a home where God is welcomed, loved, revered and respected. Your heart is a heart that seeks God and it shows in the way that you conduct your decisions and choices. You live your life with Jesus as your Savior and Instructor. God is truly doing a great work in you. I know that this is long. But for anyone reading this blog now and in the future I want to set the record straight of who you really are. You are someone who has made your parents, your brother, and your husband VERY VERY proud. Momma.

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      1. aww mom, your embarrassing me! (what would I do with out my cheerleader) I will leave this up because I know you will just type it over again. And I think that would be the 4th time. Sorry about the comment snafu! Love you!!

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  1. My sweet Chere, mom here. When you told me that you were going to begin doing a blog I wondered then how you would represent yourself. I laughed at some of the things that you posted because I remember a number of those things that happened. I like what you have called your blog, “Halfbaked”. It’s cute and so true of every human that lives. Because I am your mom my instincts kick in to defend you. Not that you are in need of defending, but I sense that you are trying to rise above your charming humanness. I wonder if you realize how wonderful you are. Making silly mistakes throughout our lives is something that everyone does, no one is exempt from that. You just had the courage to name them where most of us would not. And we all do them as adults too, all of us, but that is life and it helps to have a good sense of humor about our blunders. I believe that even after we live a full life we arrive at our ending still half baked. God created you to be who you are, you do not need to change what He created in you. But He will enhance the beautiful qualities that are Chere, and He has. I don’t think that God cares that we make innocent silly blunders in our life. He may even laugh at them too. Let me tell you for a moment the person that your parents see. When you were a little girl what we saw in you was someone who was forgiving, loving to the underdog, and you had such a gentle spirit, (except with your brother). You made us laugh and you filled our home with lovely smells and girlish excitement. And when you went to PVA there was such a void our home. I told you many times that God had a special plan for you, that it might not be the greatest of great but that you were destined for greatness of character. God has done that in you Chere. You are the brightest star for a daughter that dad and I could have imagined. Most people out there don’t know that you have become such a “Women Of God”. They don’t know how confident and accomplished you are. They don’t know all the things (MANY) that you have mastered through hard work and persistence. They don’t know how you taught yourself to play the piano to the wonderful pianist that you are today. And how you couldn’t sew a stitch in high school and taught yourself to do wonderful things with a sewing machine. Your husband attests to how you keep his life on track because of your organizational skills. I am amazed at your skill with technology and with all of the sport machines that you and your husband own. What a hard worker you are. Many people are the recipients of your amazing wisdom, kindness, hospitality and tireless volunteer work for others and your church. And Chere, you are the most amazing mother! You told me once when your children were very small the awesome responsibility that you felt to get them to Heaven, and you have lived up to that commitment. Your home is a home of ever present parent love and love of God. You have shaped your children into unselfish, unspoiled, considerate, grateful people. They know God, and that has come from a lifetime of motherly instruction. You knock my socks off as I tell my friends. Your home is a home where God is welcomed, loved, revered and respected. Your heart is a heart that seeks God and it shows in the way that you conduct your decisions and choices. You live your life with Jesus as your Savior and Instructor. God is truly doing a great work in you. I know that this is long. But for anyone reading this blog now and in the future I want to set the record straight of who you really are. You are someone who has made your parents, your brother, and your husband VERY VERY proud. Momma.

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  2. Dear Chere,
    I can empathize with everything you wrote. I was trying to find a trade name so I could set up a sole proprietorship but it was hard to find something nobody else has used. I finally came up with The Bargainator.
    I have also had half baked ideas that have left marks on my body. I still have a scar from my experiments with fire.
    Going for a Batchelors Degree at age 49 was another thing. I was wondering if that was a half baked decision. After calling family and friends including Merlin I decided to go for it. Now I am spending much of my time writing discussion boards for my online classes at CTU. Most of them are 400 words and they are due every week plus 100 word responses to 2 classmates. I am not a natural born writer and this has been quitter a challenge to me. I am about to complete my first year now and my typing speed has improved greatly. I wonder how much yours will improve by this time next year. I am sure your skills will improve with practice as mine have.
    I will be keeping you in my prayers,
    David Gunderson

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  3. I think we have all had “half-baked” ideas that have scarred us in one way or another. Great blog! Oh, and I LOVE the cute guy you are sitting with at the banquet! 😉

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