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Name: Karoline
Birthday: 8/25/1985
Interests: music, theology, teaching, reading, pick-up trucks, concerts, Thai food, pencils, the Atlanta Braves, running, stargazing, autobiographies, fine teas, Latin, the first world war, thunderstorms, storywriting
Occupation: Other
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Member Since:
7/14/2003
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| Evan: *walking in the door* One of my coworkers wants to marry you.
Me: Is it related to food?
Evan: Yup.
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| If there's one thing I'm not, it's a visual thinker. When asked the ubiquitous "Algebra or geometry?" question, I don't have to think twice before I answer "Algebra." When I encounter literary passages on architecture, I lose, for all intents and purposes, my grasp of the English language. Following a geographical description is only marginally easier. After fifteen years of reading Exodus, I'm just now fairly certain of the construction of the tabernacle, down to details of pegs, hooks, and boards. But Ezekiel 40 is a different story. Yesterday, after reading the same five verses six or seven times, I was so muddled in "this side's" and "that side's" and "windows all around" and "intervening archways" and gateposts, inner courts and outer courts, and chambers outside the inner gates but inside the inner court (v. 44) that even the helpful diagram in my notes wasn't helping. And suddenly and wonderfully, I realized I didn't have to labor through the chapter alone. If there's anything my husband is, it's a visual thinker.
"Evan! What's "beveled"?"
He put outside the work he was doing on our network and listened to me read the entire chapter. The cubits and chambers that were so many tortuous mental gymnastics for me were intelligible walls, doors, and courtyards for him. Spaces ("a hundred cubits forsooth?") that were so many words on a page to me were wide open spaces for him. "Whoa, that's big." "Wow. Stop and think about those gateways, and how elaborate they were with all those archways, rooms, and windows." "So the temple is raised above the inner courtyard. Eight steps to get to the inner court, it says."
I've always said "Thank God we're not saved in isolation." But I'm learning every day about enjoying God "in company", as we're meant to enjoy Him. The kingdom of God isn't made up of individuals pursuing holiness in separate corners, or even separate rooms.
Marriage is wonderful. 
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| Jeanna melted her shoes.
Evan built fires.
I climbed mountains.
We found the Northern Cross.
Even a two-day vacation is refreshing.
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| I've learned three great lessons:
1. A dollar is a lot of money.
2. Cleanliness can only be approximated, never achieved.
3. Vinegar works for everything.
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| I need to think through my blogging philosophy as a married woman. I'm sorry to leave you all hanging for a month! I haven't taken pictures of the tidy apartment yet, but I will, one of these days, and when I do, I'll post them. 
I'm studying married-woman things these days, things like - How does one prepare for company at the end of a work day? How long is the dryer allowed to be used for clothes storage? Should I get up early, with my husband, to cook breakfast for him? How often does a shower need to be cleaned when only two people use it? How much meat should I use in my cooking? How does one iron creases into men's trousers? What's a reasonable weekly grocery budget? Where can I store the potatoes? How important is finding time to read when so many other things clamor for my time and effort? What's it like having two families now, instead of one?
And, most often, how in the world did such a wonderful man EVER decide to marry me?
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