The magic of the beach was calling. You know "the call:" your soul needs refreshing...you are tired...you are weary. And that special place, whether it be the mountains or the lake or the seashore calls to you, saying: "Come!"
So we went. And it was good.
Sunrises, with their quiet stillness at the very best time of the day. The sky with all it's pinks and grays and soft clouds. Sunsets with their dimming colors, above a cloud-shrouded horizon; the azure sea, gentle waves, wildlife: gulls and pelicans, bearded lizards and a parrott named Echo!, sea urchins and angel fish. Seafood. Gentle breezes. Yes!
As usual, I set out to find some pretty shells for my collection. My daddy had a little glass box with his personal favorite: a chambered nautilus that he had carefully cut, so that one could see each chamber. Being a design engineer who had started out in architecture, he had a creative side that appreciated the way God designed His world and all that is in it, including shells. So whenever we've answered "the call" of the beach, I've tried to bring a few new shells to add to the collection: tiny, perfect spirals from Hilton Head; sand dollars from Jekyll Island or Shell Island; a vast array from Sanibel, the seashell capital of America! colorful little clamshells from the Carolina shores; lava from Hawaii.
My rule for gathering shells has always been: they must be perfect. No nicks. No rough edges. PERFECT! John would find a pretty one, but it wouldn't meet my criteria, with it's broken spot. I would see one, partially hiding in the surf, only to discover it was missing an appendage. Nope, not good enough. Imperfect.
This last trip something interesting happened. I began to appreciate less-than-perfect, for some reason. The selection was different. No clam shells. No perfect spirals. Some pitted coral. Some interesting cylindrical ones. But what most intrigued me was sea glass: tiny shards of green glass, probably from a broken bottle perhaps an ocean away, that had been carried by the tides to the seashore. It probably had a rough ride. Thrown around by the stormy seas. Further broken and greatly reduced in size. Beautiful and fascinating...
What is most interesting is that it is no longer sharp...not at all! It's edges are smoothe...soft...not even a hint of something able to cut or hurt. The transformation is amazing. And "it" spoke to me, in a soothing voice: "Learn from me a life-lesson that will soothe your soul and calm your spirit." So I listened. And here's what "it" said...
Life is rough. For everyone. Noone is exempt. The storms will come, you will question and wonder and be hurt. But it won't defeat you. You are being refined, like fire refines silver, like a file smoothes a rough nail, like the waves of the sea toss a sharp piece of glass til it is made soft and smoothe with no rough edges at all. Don't resist the process. Go with it! Let it happen! Because you are not alone.
"I am there! says God, our heavenly Father."
Yes, God the creator and author of all life-lessons, allows it but never leaves nor forsakes His children who are being smoothed with heavenly sandpaper. He is there! He has big, strong shoulders and a willingness to carry us, to shelter us under His wings, to ease the pain of the process and to bring us to the other shore safe and sound and renewed.
So we rejoice and are glad and are able to say, "Thank you! Thank you for this lesson that I needed. I don't want to be rough, cutting, hurtful...I needed refinement, and I'm thankful that some good can come from hurt and weariness that have been so present. You are pure and unblemished, and I want to be as well. I will never be perfect like You are perfect. But I can be a softer and gentler soul. And listen better...see more clearly...and follow You more closely."
Yes, it's a lesson in life that I didn't ask for...I didn't want...I resisted greatly...but for which I am begininng to realize is a gift from God Himself: His bright, shining light...His hands upon my life and upon those I love best...His countenance, bright as the sun, wanting the best for me and mine, as He teaches us another of His life-lessons, even with the pain.
CONCORD CHRONICLE - Dedicated to God, the author of peace and lover of concord
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
Lemonade
It's a common ditty: "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade!" Pretty good advice. And I think I've figured out why!
I've always liked lemons. What would my favorite beverage (iced tea) be with out them?! Anything better than lemon icebox pie? Or lemon meringue pie? Chicken piccata? Or lemon pound cake? Lemon cookies from Ham 'n Goodys? When my mother died, neighbors asked our daughter what I liked best, as far as food goes. Cindy answered, "Anything lemon!" And they brought everything-lemon. So delicious. I was very touched and enjoyed their dishes so much.
Yes, lemons make for some yummy food to eat.
But...by themselves, they are not very good. They are super tart, sour, sometimes bitter. They make other things taste good, but on their own, not so much. They need sugar to sweeten them. Something liquid to dilute them. Something else to lessen the intensity of their acidity. Something to smoothe the flavor into something appetizing. So, lemonade happens when sugar, water, and ice are added to that intense, sour, acidic juice!
Isn't it so, in life, as well? When one is in the midst of the storm...when bad things happen...when stress is intense, we need something...Someone...to sweeten the situation, to lessen the pain, to bring joy to disperse the sadness. Thank God, He is there! He is the answer. His words are soothing, His presence is peace. His people, those who follow Him, are awesome. He brings hope into a hopeless situation and renews our faith. He loves us through whatever happens, when our knees are knocked out from under us, when life kicks us in the shins or hurts us with low blows.
Yes, life is full of lemon-like scenarios; but we have the solution, free for the taking. Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face. And the things of earth will grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace.
What in the world do folks do...those who don't have this wonderful personal relationship with Christ our Lord and our Savior? I am so grateful for His mercy and love and grace.
I've always liked lemons. What would my favorite beverage (iced tea) be with out them?! Anything better than lemon icebox pie? Or lemon meringue pie? Chicken piccata? Or lemon pound cake? Lemon cookies from Ham 'n Goodys? When my mother died, neighbors asked our daughter what I liked best, as far as food goes. Cindy answered, "Anything lemon!" And they brought everything-lemon. So delicious. I was very touched and enjoyed their dishes so much.
Yes, lemons make for some yummy food to eat.
But...by themselves, they are not very good. They are super tart, sour, sometimes bitter. They make other things taste good, but on their own, not so much. They need sugar to sweeten them. Something liquid to dilute them. Something else to lessen the intensity of their acidity. Something to smoothe the flavor into something appetizing. So, lemonade happens when sugar, water, and ice are added to that intense, sour, acidic juice!
Isn't it so, in life, as well? When one is in the midst of the storm...when bad things happen...when stress is intense, we need something...Someone...to sweeten the situation, to lessen the pain, to bring joy to disperse the sadness. Thank God, He is there! He is the answer. His words are soothing, His presence is peace. His people, those who follow Him, are awesome. He brings hope into a hopeless situation and renews our faith. He loves us through whatever happens, when our knees are knocked out from under us, when life kicks us in the shins or hurts us with low blows.
Yes, life is full of lemon-like scenarios; but we have the solution, free for the taking. Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face. And the things of earth will grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace.
What in the world do folks do...those who don't have this wonderful personal relationship with Christ our Lord and our Savior? I am so grateful for His mercy and love and grace.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Wild Goose Chase
We have been out of town for the past several weeks and had our mail held at the P.O. We picked it up this morning, sorted it, and began paying some bills. I realized that the KUB one was due TODAY. They charge $3 to pay by phone, and Scotch ole me didn't want to do that. So I headed out to the service center on Asheville Highway to pay in person, so as to avoid the late fee.
It was 12:30 and of course everyone in town was there to pay on their lunch hour. I was #17 in line. Soon there were at least that many behind me, as only two cashiers were on duty. When I got almost to the front of the line, I noticed a small sign which said "No debit or credit payments allowed." Bummer. I don't carry the checkbook with me, and all I had was my debit card...what to do? I gave up my place in line and went back to the car to think this out.
I had wasted about an hour of my time and probably more than $3 in gas and still didn't have that silly bill paid! I decided to check my options (nicely listed on the back of the bill, which by the way did not say that no debit or credit cards were allowed if you pay in person.) Not seeing one that would help me, I called and waited my "11-14 minutes" on hold in order to speak to a representative.
Finally "Alice" came on the line and I explained my situation. She took note of my suggestion that they add "No debit or credit" to the options on the bill back...and then informed me that she would flag our account to stop any late payment fees. Satisfied, I thanked her and went on my way home where I promptly paid online. It will be credited tomorrow. Problem solved!
Moral of story? Call first! You get more options and will save yourself time, gas money, and frustration.
Things I observed today: lots of needy people, with cranky, sleepy toddlers waiting in line to try to pay a little and hold off service termination; an upset woman calling to report that KUB is a monopoly "which is illegal in the United States;" a crippled man who was having trouble standing in that long line; a man on oxygen who was agreeing agressively with the woman accusing KUB of the monopoly thing; lots and lots of folks who could use a little sunshine, a smile, a hand-up, some love. Their situation may or may not be of their own doing; I don't know. But I do know this, if my wild goose chase is the worst thing that happens to me today, I will be very blessed.
I imagine the majority in that line would trade places any day. Let's go out and make somebody's day be passing along some sunshine...a warm smile...a kind word...a little Jesus. Just something to think about this beautiful autumn afternoon.
It was 12:30 and of course everyone in town was there to pay on their lunch hour. I was #17 in line. Soon there were at least that many behind me, as only two cashiers were on duty. When I got almost to the front of the line, I noticed a small sign which said "No debit or credit payments allowed." Bummer. I don't carry the checkbook with me, and all I had was my debit card...what to do? I gave up my place in line and went back to the car to think this out.
I had wasted about an hour of my time and probably more than $3 in gas and still didn't have that silly bill paid! I decided to check my options (nicely listed on the back of the bill, which by the way did not say that no debit or credit cards were allowed if you pay in person.) Not seeing one that would help me, I called and waited my "11-14 minutes" on hold in order to speak to a representative.
Finally "Alice" came on the line and I explained my situation. She took note of my suggestion that they add "No debit or credit" to the options on the bill back...and then informed me that she would flag our account to stop any late payment fees. Satisfied, I thanked her and went on my way home where I promptly paid online. It will be credited tomorrow. Problem solved!
Moral of story? Call first! You get more options and will save yourself time, gas money, and frustration.
Things I observed today: lots of needy people, with cranky, sleepy toddlers waiting in line to try to pay a little and hold off service termination; an upset woman calling to report that KUB is a monopoly "which is illegal in the United States;" a crippled man who was having trouble standing in that long line; a man on oxygen who was agreeing agressively with the woman accusing KUB of the monopoly thing; lots and lots of folks who could use a little sunshine, a smile, a hand-up, some love. Their situation may or may not be of their own doing; I don't know. But I do know this, if my wild goose chase is the worst thing that happens to me today, I will be very blessed.
I imagine the majority in that line would trade places any day. Let's go out and make somebody's day be passing along some sunshine...a warm smile...a kind word...a little Jesus. Just something to think about this beautiful autumn afternoon.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
The Moon and the Stars
We adults are used to looking up into the night sky and seeing the moon, in all its stages, and the stars. One of my earliest memories is of laying in the grass, with my brother and neighborhood children, and looking for the man-in-the-moon and the Big Dipper. On a clear evening, away from the city lights, it seemed to me that there were more stars than one could ever count!
A special memory of looking at the moon came six or so years ago when our daughter was in South Korea, teaching English as a Second Language at a private school in Daegu, a city of around 4 million, a few hours by bullet train from Seoul. There was a 12 hour time difference between Daegu and Knoxville, so it was early morning in Daegu and early evening in Knoxville. That was the best time for us to Skype, and we were having our daily chat when I looked up and saw a perfectly beautiful full moon overhead. I said, "Cindy, I wish you could see the moon! It's so beautiful." She looked out the window of her funky apartment, with its tiny kitchen and window, and said, "I see it here, too!" There we were, thousands of miles apart, seeing the same moon! How cool was that!
Barrett, at 2 1/2, has always liked the moon. He looks for it in the sky and in his books and asks lots of questions, such as, "Can our car drive to the moon?" Or, near the airport, "Can that airplane fly to the moon?" We explain as best we can that, no, we can't drive or fly to the moon...but rockets have been there, and men have walked on the moon as well! He really lit up at that! And wanted to know all about astronauts, etc.
All this to say: only God could make the moon! Can you imagine? Creating something so huge, far away, yet approachable by man? It's all a little over my head, this astronomy stuff. But it points me to God, and what better reason to be in awe of it, whether as a child or adult.
Thank you, God, for your wondrous, creative powers. You are an awesome God. The sun, moon, and stars in the sky are evidence enough of your ever-presence with us. I am grateful for reminders like that...I really am.
A special memory of looking at the moon came six or so years ago when our daughter was in South Korea, teaching English as a Second Language at a private school in Daegu, a city of around 4 million, a few hours by bullet train from Seoul. There was a 12 hour time difference between Daegu and Knoxville, so it was early morning in Daegu and early evening in Knoxville. That was the best time for us to Skype, and we were having our daily chat when I looked up and saw a perfectly beautiful full moon overhead. I said, "Cindy, I wish you could see the moon! It's so beautiful." She looked out the window of her funky apartment, with its tiny kitchen and window, and said, "I see it here, too!" There we were, thousands of miles apart, seeing the same moon! How cool was that!
Barrett, at 2 1/2, has always liked the moon. He looks for it in the sky and in his books and asks lots of questions, such as, "Can our car drive to the moon?" Or, near the airport, "Can that airplane fly to the moon?" We explain as best we can that, no, we can't drive or fly to the moon...but rockets have been there, and men have walked on the moon as well! He really lit up at that! And wanted to know all about astronauts, etc.
All this to say: only God could make the moon! Can you imagine? Creating something so huge, far away, yet approachable by man? It's all a little over my head, this astronomy stuff. But it points me to God, and what better reason to be in awe of it, whether as a child or adult.
Thank you, God, for your wondrous, creative powers. You are an awesome God. The sun, moon, and stars in the sky are evidence enough of your ever-presence with us. I am grateful for reminders like that...I really am.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Up, Up and Away!
When we fly, it's most often on Southwest Airlines. I don't know if you've experienced flying on SW or not; but let me assure you, it's most often an adventure. The attendants sing, dance, act silly, while being professional with their duties at the same time. The airline is rarely late, your bags fly free! and they still serve peanuts!
A couple weeks ago, I was flying from my brother and sister-in-law's home in Austin, TX to Panama City Beach, via Houston. The "fun" was about to begin. I noticed that I was to have a VERY short layover in Houston...so short, in fact, that I wondered if I would be able to make the connection. While going through security, I glanced at the monitor above and noticed that our Austin-Houston flight was delayed 20 minutes. I decided to ask at the gate about the chances of missing that Houston to PCB flight. Indeed, 13 of us would not make it! However, they were holding the flight, so everything would be ok.
We were boarding when a flight attendant walked along side the group, holding up a cell phone. Mine was in my purse, so I wasn't worried...but it looked identical to mine...I glanced in my purse where I keep it, and NO PHONE! I told the guy that I thought it was mine. He handed it to me. I put in my security code, and bingo! It opened. I couldn't believe it had slipped out of my purse. I was shaking as I put it away. My phone is my best friend: it contains so many numbers, pictures, etc; I would be lost without it. What a relief. How did I not know it was gone and then be so lucky to get it back? Whew! Dodged a big bullet.
I made my way to an aisle seat near the back, since we 13 were the last ones to board. After what seemed like an eternity on the HOT plane, we took off. There was a young couple sitting next to me, the guy occupying the window seat. They talked some, and I noticed her "shush" him a couple times. He seemed irritable. We took off and had been in the air a matter of minutes when I heard her ask him if he were ok. Then she reached up and pushed the button summoning the attendant. I asked her what was wrong, and she said that he had passed out! He had his eyes open but was definitely not "there!" A bunch of nurse/passengers and all the attendants arrived on scene, and I was taken to the galley so they could tend to the guy. He came to, was given juice and a snack, and they cancelled the medical emergency call to the pilot. Lots of drama but a happy ending. He didn't handle the heat and had been traveling all day with little food. The irritability was a precursor to the fainting episode, apparently.
Whew, again!
I got to PCB, and our son picked me up within just a couple minutes. I felt worn out, with all the above drama. Not my ususal fun trip on Southwest Airlines! But I'm still a fan of SW and look forward to my next trip with them!
A couple weeks ago, I was flying from my brother and sister-in-law's home in Austin, TX to Panama City Beach, via Houston. The "fun" was about to begin. I noticed that I was to have a VERY short layover in Houston...so short, in fact, that I wondered if I would be able to make the connection. While going through security, I glanced at the monitor above and noticed that our Austin-Houston flight was delayed 20 minutes. I decided to ask at the gate about the chances of missing that Houston to PCB flight. Indeed, 13 of us would not make it! However, they were holding the flight, so everything would be ok.
We were boarding when a flight attendant walked along side the group, holding up a cell phone. Mine was in my purse, so I wasn't worried...but it looked identical to mine...I glanced in my purse where I keep it, and NO PHONE! I told the guy that I thought it was mine. He handed it to me. I put in my security code, and bingo! It opened. I couldn't believe it had slipped out of my purse. I was shaking as I put it away. My phone is my best friend: it contains so many numbers, pictures, etc; I would be lost without it. What a relief. How did I not know it was gone and then be so lucky to get it back? Whew! Dodged a big bullet.
I made my way to an aisle seat near the back, since we 13 were the last ones to board. After what seemed like an eternity on the HOT plane, we took off. There was a young couple sitting next to me, the guy occupying the window seat. They talked some, and I noticed her "shush" him a couple times. He seemed irritable. We took off and had been in the air a matter of minutes when I heard her ask him if he were ok. Then she reached up and pushed the button summoning the attendant. I asked her what was wrong, and she said that he had passed out! He had his eyes open but was definitely not "there!" A bunch of nurse/passengers and all the attendants arrived on scene, and I was taken to the galley so they could tend to the guy. He came to, was given juice and a snack, and they cancelled the medical emergency call to the pilot. Lots of drama but a happy ending. He didn't handle the heat and had been traveling all day with little food. The irritability was a precursor to the fainting episode, apparently.
Whew, again!
I got to PCB, and our son picked me up within just a couple minutes. I felt worn out, with all the above drama. Not my ususal fun trip on Southwest Airlines! But I'm still a fan of SW and look forward to my next trip with them!
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Sometimes...
Sometimes...
...things are just bigger than you can figure out.
...they are things of the heart, not of the mind.
...all the wondering and wishing and hoping in the world will not give answers.
Sometimes...
...you just have to throw down your "weapons" and say I surrender.
...you have to throw in the towel,
...you have to wave the white flag.
Sometimes...
...it's all that left;
...it's the right thing to do;
...and it's going to be all right.
Because...
...God said He would take care of us.
...He's in control.
...He knows best.
So...
...I will!
...I will trust You.
...It's in your hands.
And I am in your hands, too. Hold me in that strong palm. For when I am weak, You are strong.
There, I feel better. Thank you, Father, for your promises. I am standing on them, and that's exactly where I need to be. Amen.
...things are just bigger than you can figure out.
...they are things of the heart, not of the mind.
...all the wondering and wishing and hoping in the world will not give answers.
Sometimes...
...you just have to throw down your "weapons" and say I surrender.
...you have to throw in the towel,
...you have to wave the white flag.
Sometimes...
...it's all that left;
...it's the right thing to do;
...and it's going to be all right.
Because...
...God said He would take care of us.
...He's in control.
...He knows best.
So...
...I will!
...I will trust You.
...It's in your hands.
And I am in your hands, too. Hold me in that strong palm. For when I am weak, You are strong.
There, I feel better. Thank you, Father, for your promises. I am standing on them, and that's exactly where I need to be. Amen.
Monday, October 8, 2012
The Eyes of My Heart
"Open the eyes of my heart, Lord; open the eyes of my heart: I want to see you, I want to see you!"
The eyes of my heart...that's an interesting phrase, isn't it? Several years ago, I did a study of phrases which refer to this concept. Out of this study came a list that went something like this:
Touch my heart.
Pierce my heart.
Soften my heart.
Teach me.
Chasten me.
Cleanse me.
Purge me.
Take the blinders from my heart.
Help me to see with my heart.
Help me to see clearly.
Give me eyes that see and ears that hear you.
The list went on and on, and it truly was eye-opening to see the ramifications of such "surgery."
For we need to have pure hearts if we are going to be whole...if we are going to be pure...if we are going to walk with God and follow him closely...if we are going to be in close communication with him. Likewise, our walk with our fellowman, our communication with our fellowman will depend on the condition of our hearts. As our hearts improve, love will abound! Pure, unbridled, unconditional love. Isn't that what we all need? A little more love?
So as we begin another week, let's open our eyes! Help me, Lord, to see you today and to feel your presence in a very real way. May the surgery begin!
The eyes of my heart...that's an interesting phrase, isn't it? Several years ago, I did a study of phrases which refer to this concept. Out of this study came a list that went something like this:
Touch my heart.
Pierce my heart.
Soften my heart.
Teach me.
Chasten me.
Cleanse me.
Purge me.
Take the blinders from my heart.
Help me to see with my heart.
Help me to see clearly.
Give me eyes that see and ears that hear you.
The list went on and on, and it truly was eye-opening to see the ramifications of such "surgery."
For we need to have pure hearts if we are going to be whole...if we are going to be pure...if we are going to walk with God and follow him closely...if we are going to be in close communication with him. Likewise, our walk with our fellowman, our communication with our fellowman will depend on the condition of our hearts. As our hearts improve, love will abound! Pure, unbridled, unconditional love. Isn't that what we all need? A little more love?
So as we begin another week, let's open our eyes! Help me, Lord, to see you today and to feel your presence in a very real way. May the surgery begin!
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Rainy Mondays...Sunny Tuesdays
I know you know how it feels: waking up to the sounds of a gentle rain, mixed with intermittent down-pours and some thunder. Not sad...not mad...just blah. In addition, it's Monday, and the big smile is just not there. You try the positive thought-thing and feel a little better. But still the energy just isn't happening. There seems to be a low-lying cloud hanging overhead.
Tea/coffee helps some...and a good breakfast. Still, you just can't seem to get going and find that giddy-up-and-go.
That was I yesterday. Thankfully, it mostly passed, and I did eventually get almost back on-track. My little buddy Barrett helped. Who can be out of sorts with a sweet little guy needing you to play choo choos...or cars...or read a fun story...or watch Dora with him.
Still, "rainy and days and Mondays always... or sometimes...get you down.
Today was a different day. I woke up early. I apologized to someone (online) to whom I needed to ask forgiveness. And it happened: peace! rest! renewal! It's funny how freeing and cleansing doing the right thing is. The cloud lifted, I felt better, physically and certainly mentally and spiritually. Having burdens, resentments, hard-feelings can strip you of your joy and just downright burden a person.
We had a neighbor, over 35 years ago, who carried a piece of paper in his shirt pocket. He had dozens of names on it, and he crossed off the names as he made apology to someone he had wronged as he made things right with them. As he told me about this list, he said it went back years and years...everyone whom he had spoken badly of/to...people he had hurt in any way...people he had cheated or lied to, etc. He was in the midst of a transformation...and he was a new man! Free, clean, brand spanking new!
So my challenge to you, this sunny Tuesday, is to make things right. With yourself, with others, with God. And experience the peace which passes all understanding. It's well worth the effort!
Tea/coffee helps some...and a good breakfast. Still, you just can't seem to get going and find that giddy-up-and-go.
That was I yesterday. Thankfully, it mostly passed, and I did eventually get almost back on-track. My little buddy Barrett helped. Who can be out of sorts with a sweet little guy needing you to play choo choos...or cars...or read a fun story...or watch Dora with him.
Still, "rainy and days and Mondays always... or sometimes...get you down.
Today was a different day. I woke up early. I apologized to someone (online) to whom I needed to ask forgiveness. And it happened: peace! rest! renewal! It's funny how freeing and cleansing doing the right thing is. The cloud lifted, I felt better, physically and certainly mentally and spiritually. Having burdens, resentments, hard-feelings can strip you of your joy and just downright burden a person.
We had a neighbor, over 35 years ago, who carried a piece of paper in his shirt pocket. He had dozens of names on it, and he crossed off the names as he made apology to someone he had wronged as he made things right with them. As he told me about this list, he said it went back years and years...everyone whom he had spoken badly of/to...people he had hurt in any way...people he had cheated or lied to, etc. He was in the midst of a transformation...and he was a new man! Free, clean, brand spanking new!
So my challenge to you, this sunny Tuesday, is to make things right. With yourself, with others, with God. And experience the peace which passes all understanding. It's well worth the effort!
Saturday, September 22, 2012
This 'n' That
Lots of thoughts are meandering through my mind this morning:
-my upcoming trip to my brother and sister-in-law's, then on to our son's to babysit...and all the preparations to be made for such a fun trip!
-the beautiful fall weather we are experiencing...you have to love the four seasons of East Tennessee
-sad news of friends and relatives and strangers alike: the birth and death of conjoined twin girls near Chicago...the mother-in-law of a former neighbor in the fight for her life...the ongoing battle against cancer in a young friend...the good news of actual cures for several kinds of cancer; thank you, God!
-wonderful visit from a young friend
-today, what would have been my daddy's 94th birthday...how can that be?
-trying to make sense of a strange turn of events
-pondering a life-long goal
-wondering why I try to figure out WHY people do such strange things
-gratitude for such a great husband and partner and friend
Yes, one could spend ALL their time wondering how...and why...and still probably not get many answers. There's something about human behavior and sometimes just happenstance that keep us thinking. Thankfully, we don't have to figure it all out. We can find our peace most times by just running these things through our minds, then giving them over to the One who does know, and going on from there. We can also accentuate the positive and trust Him with the big things over which we have little control. We can count on friends and family and those closest to us to brighten our days and to keep things in perspective.
There will always tragedies, heartaches, disease, death. We'll not ever figure out all the bad things in life. But we can trust that all things work for good, for those who love God and who are called according to His purposes.
And...we can get out and enjoy His beautiful world: the cool mornings and evenings...the bright sun and shadows of an autumn day...mums...apple cider...a fire in the fireplace as the sun goes down...a trip through the mountains...soon, the leaves turning and gracing the coves and valleys and ridges with shades of every color in the rainbow.
Yes, there will be ups and downs and happiness and heartaches...just a part of life. What will I do with these? Just roll with the punches and praise Him for life and breath; share of our bounty with those in need; be salt and light to a weary world.
I'll keep on pondering and wondering but also trusting with a faith that keeps on keeping on. Here's to a beautiful weekend to one and all.
-my upcoming trip to my brother and sister-in-law's, then on to our son's to babysit...and all the preparations to be made for such a fun trip!
-the beautiful fall weather we are experiencing...you have to love the four seasons of East Tennessee
-sad news of friends and relatives and strangers alike: the birth and death of conjoined twin girls near Chicago...the mother-in-law of a former neighbor in the fight for her life...the ongoing battle against cancer in a young friend...the good news of actual cures for several kinds of cancer; thank you, God!
-wonderful visit from a young friend
-today, what would have been my daddy's 94th birthday...how can that be?
-trying to make sense of a strange turn of events
-pondering a life-long goal
-wondering why I try to figure out WHY people do such strange things
-gratitude for such a great husband and partner and friend
Yes, one could spend ALL their time wondering how...and why...and still probably not get many answers. There's something about human behavior and sometimes just happenstance that keep us thinking. Thankfully, we don't have to figure it all out. We can find our peace most times by just running these things through our minds, then giving them over to the One who does know, and going on from there. We can also accentuate the positive and trust Him with the big things over which we have little control. We can count on friends and family and those closest to us to brighten our days and to keep things in perspective.
There will always tragedies, heartaches, disease, death. We'll not ever figure out all the bad things in life. But we can trust that all things work for good, for those who love God and who are called according to His purposes.
And...we can get out and enjoy His beautiful world: the cool mornings and evenings...the bright sun and shadows of an autumn day...mums...apple cider...a fire in the fireplace as the sun goes down...a trip through the mountains...soon, the leaves turning and gracing the coves and valleys and ridges with shades of every color in the rainbow.
Yes, there will be ups and downs and happiness and heartaches...just a part of life. What will I do with these? Just roll with the punches and praise Him for life and breath; share of our bounty with those in need; be salt and light to a weary world.
I'll keep on pondering and wondering but also trusting with a faith that keeps on keeping on. Here's to a beautiful weekend to one and all.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Two Years Old and Counting
We took our little grandson home last Wednesday and have once again declared him "World's Best Little Traveler." When we brought him home 11 days before, we experienced our first long road trip with him, and it went perfectly. We were so proud of him! Trip #2 was identical, so no fluke!
I recently read the blog of a "friend" I've never met. He's the son of a friend who lives in Nashville, and he was giving details of the trip-to-you-know-where. He has a 4 1/2 year old son and 6 month old baby. They had not gotten out of Brentwood before the older child began whining "Are we there yet?" The return trip was even worse, to the point of taking 2 1/2 extra hours of being on the road...and having to take the baby out of the carseat just to save their sanity. They are both attorneys and very well know the seatbelt/restraint laws but did it anyway to keep from going nuts. He said, "Next year we'll fly or not go at all." My complete sympathies but not from experience!
So: I've decided the terrible two's is almost a myth. We haven't experienced potty training yet...nor has he ever been sick...nor all-out meltdowns or tantrums. All potential crisis situations, making for unreasonable, grumpy kiddos. So we are blessed. Here are some of the things we are treasuring:
- the sweet innocence of a darling little boy
- sweet kisses, right on the mouth
- hugs, just because
- that darling little voice
- l's being pronounced like w, as in "Wook!" or as y, like "yegs" for "legs" or "Wiyy-y" for "Willy"
- independence
- gratitude, as in saying "thank you" for every little thing
- learning: The pledge to the flag, verbatim....and now, The Lord's Prayer (a work still in progress)
- a love for books and reading. We often find him sitting in his big rocker, reading to himself - or at least looking at the pictures
- his love for all-things transportation related...cars, boats, trucks, choo choos, planes
-the wonder of a new experience, like the lake, drive-through zoo (Circle G) - if you haven't experienced it, you MUST. Or anything out of the ordinary to the child. Hearing those happy squeals is just so neat!
- seeing him experience a "class" for the first time, as in Sunday School. Seeing him sitting on the edge of that tiny chair, responding to questions and asking for another Bible story...priceless
I could go on and on, but I'll spare you. And I imagine our family will have its fair share of "terribleness" at one time or another. But for now, we'll celebrate all the positives of being 2 1/2!
I recently read the blog of a "friend" I've never met. He's the son of a friend who lives in Nashville, and he was giving details of the trip-to-you-know-where. He has a 4 1/2 year old son and 6 month old baby. They had not gotten out of Brentwood before the older child began whining "Are we there yet?" The return trip was even worse, to the point of taking 2 1/2 extra hours of being on the road...and having to take the baby out of the carseat just to save their sanity. They are both attorneys and very well know the seatbelt/restraint laws but did it anyway to keep from going nuts. He said, "Next year we'll fly or not go at all." My complete sympathies but not from experience!
So: I've decided the terrible two's is almost a myth. We haven't experienced potty training yet...nor has he ever been sick...nor all-out meltdowns or tantrums. All potential crisis situations, making for unreasonable, grumpy kiddos. So we are blessed. Here are some of the things we are treasuring:
- the sweet innocence of a darling little boy
- sweet kisses, right on the mouth
- hugs, just because
- that darling little voice
- l's being pronounced like w, as in "Wook!" or as y, like "yegs" for "legs" or "Wiyy-y" for "Willy"
- independence
- gratitude, as in saying "thank you" for every little thing
- learning: The pledge to the flag, verbatim....and now, The Lord's Prayer (a work still in progress)
- a love for books and reading. We often find him sitting in his big rocker, reading to himself - or at least looking at the pictures
- his love for all-things transportation related...cars, boats, trucks, choo choos, planes
-the wonder of a new experience, like the lake, drive-through zoo (Circle G) - if you haven't experienced it, you MUST. Or anything out of the ordinary to the child. Hearing those happy squeals is just so neat!
- seeing him experience a "class" for the first time, as in Sunday School. Seeing him sitting on the edge of that tiny chair, responding to questions and asking for another Bible story...priceless
I could go on and on, but I'll spare you. And I imagine our family will have its fair share of "terribleness" at one time or another. But for now, we'll celebrate all the positives of being 2 1/2!
Sunday, September 9, 2012
What to do...
Yesterday John and I went to Turkey Creek to do a couple errands. He was at Gander Mountain; I was at Marshall's. When I came out of the store, a young woman was stomping out her cigarette and approached me. She was red-eyed and rather panicked. She said she was in a crisis. I asked what was wrong, and she said her fuel pump was bad and would I help. Something didn't seem right to me, and with John not being with me at the moment, I hesitated to help. So I didn't. When I picked John up, I told him the situation and asked what he would have done. I had not wanted to give her money, nor did I want to drive her anywhere, just she and I. So...we didn't help her. It has haunted me ever since.
Today, when we arrived at Sunday School, John stopped at the coffee pot and greeted a young man: he was dirty and smelly and was having tough luck. I went ahead to get us seats, and John kept talking to the young guy. John came in, put his Bible in his chair, and told me he was going to help the young guy with whom he had been talking (turns out he had a flat tire.) He was gone 20 minutes or so. I had to wait a while to get the low-down. John had driven the young man to the man's grandfather's house. He had something to sell to pay for a used tire, and his grandfather was taking him there.
Ironically enough, the sermon was on Christian Priorities, and the scripture was the story of the rich young ruler. Jeff made wonderful remarks and challenged us with his words of wisdom...and those of Christ. I again questioned my decision yesterday at Marshall's...and thought of John's act of kindness to the man in need today.
We discussed the sermon and story on the way home: its meaning...the literality of the Biblical story...what we might do in the future as Christians.
Now: I'm still not sure of everything. I still question decisions. I'm still a little confused. But, I am thinking, pondering, meditating on the last couple days and our experiences.
What do you think? What would you do? Some things to think about this beautiful day, with a hint of fall in the air.
Today, when we arrived at Sunday School, John stopped at the coffee pot and greeted a young man: he was dirty and smelly and was having tough luck. I went ahead to get us seats, and John kept talking to the young guy. John came in, put his Bible in his chair, and told me he was going to help the young guy with whom he had been talking (turns out he had a flat tire.) He was gone 20 minutes or so. I had to wait a while to get the low-down. John had driven the young man to the man's grandfather's house. He had something to sell to pay for a used tire, and his grandfather was taking him there.
Ironically enough, the sermon was on Christian Priorities, and the scripture was the story of the rich young ruler. Jeff made wonderful remarks and challenged us with his words of wisdom...and those of Christ. I again questioned my decision yesterday at Marshall's...and thought of John's act of kindness to the man in need today.
We discussed the sermon and story on the way home: its meaning...the literality of the Biblical story...what we might do in the future as Christians.
Now: I'm still not sure of everything. I still question decisions. I'm still a little confused. But, I am thinking, pondering, meditating on the last couple days and our experiences.
What do you think? What would you do? Some things to think about this beautiful day, with a hint of fall in the air.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
You Are What You Eat
We hear it all the time: "You are what you eat!" It is true. Eat junk; feel junky: tired, listless, grumpy. Eat healthy: feel energized, well, positive. I love those segments on "Eat this, not that." There are so many hidden dangers in processed and fast food that it amazes me. Some of the things we think are ok are not at all. Yes, it behooves us to think carefully about most everything that goes into our mouths.
I am learning that most things that are fresh and natural are best...fruit, veggies, whole grains, nuts, organics. I am living proof that this type eating is healing. When I was 40+something, I wasn't half as healthy as I am now. Making a conscious effort to scrutinize before I eat has made a huge difference in my life and my health. I am better physically, mentally, and emotionally. I really am!
As much as I love thinking about this as a physical thing, it is also true spiritually. For what goes in is what we are, spiritually-speaking. For example, I fill myself with trash, junk, or questionable, and I am negative, grumpy, judgmental, and condescending. Fill myself with God and his truthes, and I am far better at discerning, thinking positively, and acting in a Christ-like manner. If I find myself "wandering in the desert," I can no more than turn on Christian CDs than I find myself calming down, cheering up, thinking more clearly. Try it! It works!
So, as we strive for the healthy life, let's not only emphasize the physical; let's go for the gold, spiritually, as well. Let's read, watch, listen to things of Christ. Can you imagine the positive influence we'd have on our families, friends, acquaintances, strangers alike? It might just make a difference in our world! We are what we eat!
I am learning that most things that are fresh and natural are best...fruit, veggies, whole grains, nuts, organics. I am living proof that this type eating is healing. When I was 40+something, I wasn't half as healthy as I am now. Making a conscious effort to scrutinize before I eat has made a huge difference in my life and my health. I am better physically, mentally, and emotionally. I really am!
As much as I love thinking about this as a physical thing, it is also true spiritually. For what goes in is what we are, spiritually-speaking. For example, I fill myself with trash, junk, or questionable, and I am negative, grumpy, judgmental, and condescending. Fill myself with God and his truthes, and I am far better at discerning, thinking positively, and acting in a Christ-like manner. If I find myself "wandering in the desert," I can no more than turn on Christian CDs than I find myself calming down, cheering up, thinking more clearly. Try it! It works!
So, as we strive for the healthy life, let's not only emphasize the physical; let's go for the gold, spiritually, as well. Let's read, watch, listen to things of Christ. Can you imagine the positive influence we'd have on our families, friends, acquaintances, strangers alike? It might just make a difference in our world! We are what we eat!
Friday, August 10, 2012
I think I can...I think I can...I think I can!
For me, technology is a never-ending challenge. Just ask my family: poor hubby, who has to listen to me whine when I can't get the computer...or my phone...or the camera...or the printer...or the clocks, any of the clocks, which need resetting...or my watch...or the security system...working or running easily. You get the picture!
Well, my latest adventure into technology is trying to convert all the old Chronicles, back to about 2004, into a form where they can be stored and accessed in some sort of orderly fashion. My son, the guy with his Masters in Information Technology, finds it "interesting" that this is so difficult for me! I must pick his brain (again) about how to do this...and THIS TIME I'm going to do it, yes I am!
The problems are: we went to a new laptop a couple years ago, and the export of all that was on the two old desktops did not go well at all. The Chronicles, which were in email, came across as untitled documents, not in chronological order...just numbers...lots of oddly numbered documents. When I went to a blog fairly recently, that created another set of potential problems for me the technologically-challenged-one! It's a far better way to write and publish for sure...but I still have questions without obvious answers, when I try to change things up, on the blogsite, etc...and I just wish I had everything in one pot, so to speak, with all the things I've written.
For a gal who has practically just learned to cut and paste, this may be a challenge; for I have about 300+ Chronicles which need to be organized. What got me going (again) on this huge task was the anniversary of my mother's death and my desire to reprint a blog that was extra-special to me. I had to go through many of the above-mentioned "numbers" to find it. There was no other way, since I've been so tardy and inept at converting them. Frustrating to the nth!
Pat Summitt's courageous battle with Alzheimers ... and my prayer at my mother's passing...are more-than-coincidentally coming-together, in a way that only God could orchestrate. Who would have thought, 4 years ago on May 15, that the simple prayer of a grieving daughter, might be answered as a throng of loyal Lady Vol fans and folk all around the country and world who have been touched by Pat's very public voice. As an advocate for research into the cause, treatment, cure and preventive to this dreadful disease, she has brought the disease into the forefront; the articles in the local newspaper show clearly that great strides are being made and that folk need not despair as even we did just 4 years ago. New treatments are in clinical trials; folk are responding to new drugs; tests for diagnosis and early detection are promising!
Maybe by next Mother's Day, 2013, I'll have my conversions made...that's a goal anyway! Who knows: maybe I'll join Nike and "just do it!" That would be a great big "check, check" off my list. Stay tuned!
Well, my latest adventure into technology is trying to convert all the old Chronicles, back to about 2004, into a form where they can be stored and accessed in some sort of orderly fashion. My son, the guy with his Masters in Information Technology, finds it "interesting" that this is so difficult for me! I must pick his brain (again) about how to do this...and THIS TIME I'm going to do it, yes I am!
The problems are: we went to a new laptop a couple years ago, and the export of all that was on the two old desktops did not go well at all. The Chronicles, which were in email, came across as untitled documents, not in chronological order...just numbers...lots of oddly numbered documents. When I went to a blog fairly recently, that created another set of potential problems for me the technologically-challenged-one! It's a far better way to write and publish for sure...but I still have questions without obvious answers, when I try to change things up, on the blogsite, etc...and I just wish I had everything in one pot, so to speak, with all the things I've written.
For a gal who has practically just learned to cut and paste, this may be a challenge; for I have about 300+ Chronicles which need to be organized. What got me going (again) on this huge task was the anniversary of my mother's death and my desire to reprint a blog that was extra-special to me. I had to go through many of the above-mentioned "numbers" to find it. There was no other way, since I've been so tardy and inept at converting them. Frustrating to the nth!
Pat Summitt's courageous battle with Alzheimers ... and my prayer at my mother's passing...are more-than-coincidentally coming-together, in a way that only God could orchestrate. Who would have thought, 4 years ago on May 15, that the simple prayer of a grieving daughter, might be answered as a throng of loyal Lady Vol fans and folk all around the country and world who have been touched by Pat's very public voice. As an advocate for research into the cause, treatment, cure and preventive to this dreadful disease, she has brought the disease into the forefront; the articles in the local newspaper show clearly that great strides are being made and that folk need not despair as even we did just 4 years ago. New treatments are in clinical trials; folk are responding to new drugs; tests for diagnosis and early detection are promising!
Maybe by next Mother's Day, 2013, I'll have my conversions made...that's a goal anyway! Who knows: maybe I'll join Nike and "just do it!" That would be a great big "check, check" off my list. Stay tuned!
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Bloom Where You Are Planted
Watching the Olympics has been so great...on many levels. I so appreciate the athleticism...sportsmanship...human interest stories...competition. I for one will be sad when the games are over. I have LOVED watching.
It's made me think about something, too. How each sport has its participants that are so accomplished and dedicated to that particular sport. Swimming has Michael Phelps and Missy Franklin, to name two. Gymnastics: Gabby and her four friends. Track and Field its heroes. They each are gifted in their particular sport...the one they excel in...the one they enjoy. I imagine that, on that level, they could cross-over and be pretty good in other sports. But, for the most part, they do what they do in just one.
I imagine Michael enjoyed water and swimming as a very young child. He, being tall, could have been a basketballer. But he didn't go there...he stayed in the pool. The Jamaican runners aren't swimmers. The 65 year old rider is still going strong and in his 10 Olympics...he and his horse! He would have long since aged out of running or swimming or diving. He does what he does best.
There is a lesson here, for each of us. We usually do best at what we enjoy. And that's perfect! We can exercise our gifts and talents in an area we enjoy. Not just in sports but in life...we can serve best in areas where we are comfortable and happy.
For example, at church: do you enjoy children? There are countless opportunities to be around them: teaching Sunday School, keeping the nursery, leading a children's choir, helping with VBS, missions groups, etc. Is working with teenagers where you enjoy being? Then there's Wednesday night LIFE groups...youth choir...scouts...coaching teams of all sorts. Visiting those who are ill or in nursing homes? What a blessing to use your compassionate sides and gift of mercy spending time with those folk who need visitors and friends so much.
So...let's take a lesson from our Olympians and bloom where we are planted. There's a world of good to be done out there...folks who need us, each and every one. There's a job to be done in every realm of society. Let's use our God-given talents and gifts to serve Him and our fellowman. It's a win/win for sure! Maybe no medals but blessings galore!
It's made me think about something, too. How each sport has its participants that are so accomplished and dedicated to that particular sport. Swimming has Michael Phelps and Missy Franklin, to name two. Gymnastics: Gabby and her four friends. Track and Field its heroes. They each are gifted in their particular sport...the one they excel in...the one they enjoy. I imagine that, on that level, they could cross-over and be pretty good in other sports. But, for the most part, they do what they do in just one.
I imagine Michael enjoyed water and swimming as a very young child. He, being tall, could have been a basketballer. But he didn't go there...he stayed in the pool. The Jamaican runners aren't swimmers. The 65 year old rider is still going strong and in his 10 Olympics...he and his horse! He would have long since aged out of running or swimming or diving. He does what he does best.
There is a lesson here, for each of us. We usually do best at what we enjoy. And that's perfect! We can exercise our gifts and talents in an area we enjoy. Not just in sports but in life...we can serve best in areas where we are comfortable and happy.
For example, at church: do you enjoy children? There are countless opportunities to be around them: teaching Sunday School, keeping the nursery, leading a children's choir, helping with VBS, missions groups, etc. Is working with teenagers where you enjoy being? Then there's Wednesday night LIFE groups...youth choir...scouts...coaching teams of all sorts. Visiting those who are ill or in nursing homes? What a blessing to use your compassionate sides and gift of mercy spending time with those folk who need visitors and friends so much.
So...let's take a lesson from our Olympians and bloom where we are planted. There's a world of good to be done out there...folks who need us, each and every one. There's a job to be done in every realm of society. Let's use our God-given talents and gifts to serve Him and our fellowman. It's a win/win for sure! Maybe no medals but blessings galore!
Monday, July 30, 2012
Sense of Humor
It's been fun for me to watch Barrett develop a sense of humor. He, at almost 2 1/2, "gets" it...he understands when you're kidding around or making jokes. For example: we spend lots of time looking for various favorite vehicles when we're out in the car...like fire trucks, garbage trucks, school buses, motorcycles, boats, etc. Whoever spots one MUST yell, "Fire truck!" or "Mailman!" or "a big bus!"
Recently, I asked him, "Are you a garbage boy?" And he immediately responded, "NOOOO! are you a garbage girl?" Then, turning to his grandfather, he said, "E-daddy a garbage man!" I said, "Well, then, what is grandmommy?" "A garbage girl," he replied, laughing.
Another day I asked him if he were ready to take his nap (now that was a silly question, right?) He replied, "No, I want to play!" I said, "Well, how about 5 more minutes of playing, then your nap?" He said, "Well, how about playing!" In other words, he made a joke when I was being serious! His daddy said, "Was that smart-alecky?" I don't think it was; I just think he's picking up on phrases like "How about..." and wanted to use it himself.
A sense of humor comes in pretty handy in many instances, whether you are 2 1/2 or 63. I could use a healthy sense of humor many times myself. It diffuses tension...keeps things light...elevates the mood. I've noticed that persons with good senses of humor seem to enjoy life a lot...and don't get too caught up in stress, when they can laugh at situations and at themselves.
It's something I'm working on, as I don't tend to have much of a sense of humor naturally. Barrett is helping me here. It's just refreshing to carry on conversation with an innocent little guy who is bright and happy and interested in learning and conversing on many levels. Most often, our conversations make me smile. Now that's healthy for sure!
So...next time you find yourself in a depressing...or upsetting...or fretful mood or situation, find yourself a little tot and make some jokes...or ask some silly questions...or use funny words or games to lighten your mood. If no tots are available, just be silly with whoever's around...or just with yourself.
Life can be tough...there are enough bad things and bad news out there to get any of us down. Developing and using a good, healthy sense of humor may be just what the doctor ordered. Children can be natural clowns, and just hanging out with them can be better than a dose of medicine or vitamins!
Thank you, sweet Barrett, for keeping Grandmommy young and laughing...just one more reason I love you so!
Recently, I asked him, "Are you a garbage boy?" And he immediately responded, "NOOOO! are you a garbage girl?" Then, turning to his grandfather, he said, "E-daddy a garbage man!" I said, "Well, then, what is grandmommy?" "A garbage girl," he replied, laughing.
Another day I asked him if he were ready to take his nap (now that was a silly question, right?) He replied, "No, I want to play!" I said, "Well, how about 5 more minutes of playing, then your nap?" He said, "Well, how about playing!" In other words, he made a joke when I was being serious! His daddy said, "Was that smart-alecky?" I don't think it was; I just think he's picking up on phrases like "How about..." and wanted to use it himself.
A sense of humor comes in pretty handy in many instances, whether you are 2 1/2 or 63. I could use a healthy sense of humor many times myself. It diffuses tension...keeps things light...elevates the mood. I've noticed that persons with good senses of humor seem to enjoy life a lot...and don't get too caught up in stress, when they can laugh at situations and at themselves.
It's something I'm working on, as I don't tend to have much of a sense of humor naturally. Barrett is helping me here. It's just refreshing to carry on conversation with an innocent little guy who is bright and happy and interested in learning and conversing on many levels. Most often, our conversations make me smile. Now that's healthy for sure!
So...next time you find yourself in a depressing...or upsetting...or fretful mood or situation, find yourself a little tot and make some jokes...or ask some silly questions...or use funny words or games to lighten your mood. If no tots are available, just be silly with whoever's around...or just with yourself.
Life can be tough...there are enough bad things and bad news out there to get any of us down. Developing and using a good, healthy sense of humor may be just what the doctor ordered. Children can be natural clowns, and just hanging out with them can be better than a dose of medicine or vitamins!
Thank you, sweet Barrett, for keeping Grandmommy young and laughing...just one more reason I love you so!
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
It's the Little Things
It's the little things that make life good!
For a two-year-old, it is:
- wearing a birthday hat just because you want to...and singing Happy Birthday, as well! Even when it's noone's birthday
- wading out into the bay, with all your clothes on
- putting your hand over your heart (the correct hand!) and saying the first line to The Pledge of Allegiance, all by yourself!
- discovering the goodness of Chicken Parmesan and saying, "I wike it!"
- the awe of seeing baby birds in their nest, mouths wide open
- a soft and familiar blankie to snuggle with, while you suck your thumb
- a favorite rhyming Bible Storybook (never underestimate the spiritual nature of a very young child)
- sweet kisses to give and receive
- someone to "hold you."
- Mommy's sweet voice, singing lullabies at bedtime
- Daddy's silly games and faces and times of roughhousing together
- "I wuv you" - saying it and hearing it...the best three words ever
- choo choos and cars and trucks and planes to play with
- learning to blow bubbles and kick your feet in the water: "I swimming!"
- playing outside: riding, throwing, pushing, pulling toys of all sorts
For Grandmommy (aka E-Mommy!)
- the sweet smell of a baby fresh out of the tub
- little boy hugs and kisses
- that cute little voice saying, "Wook!" as he discovers some new and wondrous thing
- seeing that little personality emerging, as he develops confidence and social skills and self-control
- being amazed at memory and ability and recollection
- making believe...almost becoming a child again!
- belly-laughing
- riding horsey-back
- sharing your yogurt with a little one; actually having your yogurt hijacked by a little one!
- getting kissed right in the mouth for no apparent reason except LOVE
- being taken back in time by familiar songs and stories and fairy tales
- wondering how in the world a child can have toes identical to his father's!
- looking at those crazy little Heatherly eyebrows and seeing four generations of genes right before my eyes!
- Being told, "Tank you, E-Mommy," when I give him something or pick up something he's dropped
- Hearing a soft and sweet,"I wuv you." The sound you're hearing is my heart melting into a puddle.
- Watching a real-life porcelain baby doll sleeping peacefully on his back
- Little blonde curls, big blue eyes, jet black lashes, familiar dimples
- Love personified in a 28 month old child
- Coloring and scribbling and having simple fun with crayons and paper
- Happily watching our favorite shows, with characters like George and Dora and Buddy the T-Rex
It's the little things, just the little things. Thank you, God, for the little things...
For a two-year-old, it is:
- wearing a birthday hat just because you want to...and singing Happy Birthday, as well! Even when it's noone's birthday
- wading out into the bay, with all your clothes on
- putting your hand over your heart (the correct hand!) and saying the first line to The Pledge of Allegiance, all by yourself!
- discovering the goodness of Chicken Parmesan and saying, "I wike it!"
- the awe of seeing baby birds in their nest, mouths wide open
- a soft and familiar blankie to snuggle with, while you suck your thumb
- a favorite rhyming Bible Storybook (never underestimate the spiritual nature of a very young child)
- sweet kisses to give and receive
- someone to "hold you."
- Mommy's sweet voice, singing lullabies at bedtime
- Daddy's silly games and faces and times of roughhousing together
- "I wuv you" - saying it and hearing it...the best three words ever
- choo choos and cars and trucks and planes to play with
- learning to blow bubbles and kick your feet in the water: "I swimming!"
- playing outside: riding, throwing, pushing, pulling toys of all sorts
For Grandmommy (aka E-Mommy!)
- the sweet smell of a baby fresh out of the tub
- little boy hugs and kisses
- that cute little voice saying, "Wook!" as he discovers some new and wondrous thing
- seeing that little personality emerging, as he develops confidence and social skills and self-control
- being amazed at memory and ability and recollection
- making believe...almost becoming a child again!
- belly-laughing
- riding horsey-back
- sharing your yogurt with a little one; actually having your yogurt hijacked by a little one!
- getting kissed right in the mouth for no apparent reason except LOVE
- being taken back in time by familiar songs and stories and fairy tales
- wondering how in the world a child can have toes identical to his father's!
- looking at those crazy little Heatherly eyebrows and seeing four generations of genes right before my eyes!
- Being told, "Tank you, E-Mommy," when I give him something or pick up something he's dropped
- Hearing a soft and sweet,"I wuv you." The sound you're hearing is my heart melting into a puddle.
- Watching a real-life porcelain baby doll sleeping peacefully on his back
- Little blonde curls, big blue eyes, jet black lashes, familiar dimples
- Love personified in a 28 month old child
- Coloring and scribbling and having simple fun with crayons and paper
- Happily watching our favorite shows, with characters like George and Dora and Buddy the T-Rex
It's the little things, just the little things. Thank you, God, for the little things...
Traveling Light
How do you travel? Do you take everything but the kitchen sink? Or do you throw a few duds in your bag and set out on your journey? Whichever, it is challenging. I know with my intelligence that traveling light is the way to go. But my girlie side makes me want to have the right shoes and accessories to go with my outfits. You guys probably can't identify. But it's real to us girls.
Since we are spending lots of time traveling to Florida to babysit, we also spend lots of time packing our bags for the trip. So...I spend lots of energy trying to decide what to take so as to travel light but not leave out a necessity or something that I really would miss having.
Florida has been easier than Oklahoma, where our children lived previously, because of the more consistent and temperate climate. Shorts and skirts and sundresses ... plus a swimsuit, and flip-flops! of course! ... is just about it. A sweater for cool nights in springtime or extra-cool airconditioning is plenty for outerwear, unless it's mid-winter. Oklahoma, on the other hand, is very hot and windy or very cold and windy...one May it never did warm up. I lived in borrowed sweatsuits the entire month, except for church and special evenings out, as I just had not brought the proper clothes. My shorts, etc, were just not warm enough!
All this to say: traveling light is definitely preferable but not always easy to do. There's another side to this "traveling light" scenario as well...and it does not involve physical packing and physical baggage at all. It's emotional baggage...or spiritual baggage...perhaps baggage of a social nature...that I'm talking about.
Sunday's sermon, at St Simon on the Sound Episcopal Church, Fort Walton Beach, hit on this very subject. The gospel topic was Jesus' instructions to his disciples about wearing just one cloak, taking no money or extra clothes...no food, not even a bag! as they traveled around about spreading the gospel. Not only was "traveling light" important physically for folks who walked wherever they went, it was important as a matter of priority. Kind of like Jesus' words about the birds of the air having all they need...and the lilies in the field...the disciples were to prioritize: take just what they needed and not one item more, for God would provide for them, even more than He does for the wildlife and flora of the earth which he created and maintains. It would enable the disciples to focus on their mission without being burdened physically and mentally.
We can take a great lesson from this admonition, for "traveling light" can help us in so many ways. When we pack lightly, it is very freeing, for it simplifies our lives. Packing less means taking up less room in the car, in the hotel, in the guest closet. It means we spend less time primping and deciding what to wear. It also is freeing, mentally, when we keep our hearts and minds and souls and spirits free of worry and fretting and assuming and thoughts that are negative or critical. When we empty ourselves of all these things, we are free to fill ourselves up with pure and lovely and positive thoughts...which lead to positive actions...and positive feelings and positive lives.
A heart and mind free of bitterness and fear and anxiety and stress...or at least keeping these things to a minimum if not eliminating them altogether...is so superior to the alternative. We can live abundant lives, fulfilling our purpose, blooming where we are planted. We can serve God and our fellowman with abandon and joy. We can love others and ourselves as we put God first and let His light shine through us.
So, let's pack those light bags and get going on this wonderful trip called life! It's well worth the effort of getting rid of the clutter and keeping just those things in our lives which are healthy and peace-producing. May God bless our efforts and keep us on this road of life.
Since we are spending lots of time traveling to Florida to babysit, we also spend lots of time packing our bags for the trip. So...I spend lots of energy trying to decide what to take so as to travel light but not leave out a necessity or something that I really would miss having.
Florida has been easier than Oklahoma, where our children lived previously, because of the more consistent and temperate climate. Shorts and skirts and sundresses ... plus a swimsuit, and flip-flops! of course! ... is just about it. A sweater for cool nights in springtime or extra-cool airconditioning is plenty for outerwear, unless it's mid-winter. Oklahoma, on the other hand, is very hot and windy or very cold and windy...one May it never did warm up. I lived in borrowed sweatsuits the entire month, except for church and special evenings out, as I just had not brought the proper clothes. My shorts, etc, were just not warm enough!
All this to say: traveling light is definitely preferable but not always easy to do. There's another side to this "traveling light" scenario as well...and it does not involve physical packing and physical baggage at all. It's emotional baggage...or spiritual baggage...perhaps baggage of a social nature...that I'm talking about.
Sunday's sermon, at St Simon on the Sound Episcopal Church, Fort Walton Beach, hit on this very subject. The gospel topic was Jesus' instructions to his disciples about wearing just one cloak, taking no money or extra clothes...no food, not even a bag! as they traveled around about spreading the gospel. Not only was "traveling light" important physically for folks who walked wherever they went, it was important as a matter of priority. Kind of like Jesus' words about the birds of the air having all they need...and the lilies in the field...the disciples were to prioritize: take just what they needed and not one item more, for God would provide for them, even more than He does for the wildlife and flora of the earth which he created and maintains. It would enable the disciples to focus on their mission without being burdened physically and mentally.
We can take a great lesson from this admonition, for "traveling light" can help us in so many ways. When we pack lightly, it is very freeing, for it simplifies our lives. Packing less means taking up less room in the car, in the hotel, in the guest closet. It means we spend less time primping and deciding what to wear. It also is freeing, mentally, when we keep our hearts and minds and souls and spirits free of worry and fretting and assuming and thoughts that are negative or critical. When we empty ourselves of all these things, we are free to fill ourselves up with pure and lovely and positive thoughts...which lead to positive actions...and positive feelings and positive lives.
A heart and mind free of bitterness and fear and anxiety and stress...or at least keeping these things to a minimum if not eliminating them altogether...is so superior to the alternative. We can live abundant lives, fulfilling our purpose, blooming where we are planted. We can serve God and our fellowman with abandon and joy. We can love others and ourselves as we put God first and let His light shine through us.
So, let's pack those light bags and get going on this wonderful trip called life! It's well worth the effort of getting rid of the clutter and keeping just those things in our lives which are healthy and peace-producing. May God bless our efforts and keep us on this road of life.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Believing...
The child of friends is in the battle of his life. His name is Saxon, and they are asking for God to heal this boy. Will you join in praying that prayer?
Saxon's dad, on their CaringBridge site, wanted their friends to know what they believe, as they go through this journey with their son. It was so poignant, reading how a fellow-believer states the tenets of their belief system. Very humbling. Very strengthening. Very basically a God-moment.
And it made me realize some things about personal beliefs. They make us who we are. They are the fabric of our beings, the Spirit-infused crux of our hearts and souls. They are God-breathed and God-ordained.
I had a conversation recently with a friend whom I admire. We probably don't agree totally on theology and style of worship. But we both believe. I respect his beliefs and would not want to tell him (or anyone, for that matter) what they should believe. I might answer their questions, if asked; I would hope my life would speak loud and clear of what I believe. I would certainly want to act and speak in a Godly fashion. And walk the road that God would have me walk, in a way that honors Him.
My blog is, by design, a vehicle for me to hopefully encourage folk and to point the Way...the Truth...the Life...the Light...I want my writing to be God-driven, pointing folk to the God and His Son Jesus.
But I would never tell someone how he should believe! Plant seeds of faith? Yes. Be salt and light? Hopefully. Beat someone over the head with my Bible? Never. Nor would I for a moment think that I have the corner-of-the-market on how to live out my faith. God is in the salvation business. He is the Judge. Not me. I want to just quietly and humbly walk the walk, and serve Him.
I am hopeful that I, like Saxon's parents, could briefly, succinctly say what I believe. And then live out that faith in a manner pleasing to God. And pray...read...worship...sing...listen to that still, small voice of God that sometimes whispers, sometimes shouts out to me in love and grace and mercy, as He leads and guides. May I follow his footsteps and walk in His ways through this life, with family and friends and strangers alike.
Thank you for your prayers for sweet Saxon, 12 years old...such a great kid, such an awesome family. May God bless them all...and heal that boy.
Saxon's dad, on their CaringBridge site, wanted their friends to know what they believe, as they go through this journey with their son. It was so poignant, reading how a fellow-believer states the tenets of their belief system. Very humbling. Very strengthening. Very basically a God-moment.
And it made me realize some things about personal beliefs. They make us who we are. They are the fabric of our beings, the Spirit-infused crux of our hearts and souls. They are God-breathed and God-ordained.
I had a conversation recently with a friend whom I admire. We probably don't agree totally on theology and style of worship. But we both believe. I respect his beliefs and would not want to tell him (or anyone, for that matter) what they should believe. I might answer their questions, if asked; I would hope my life would speak loud and clear of what I believe. I would certainly want to act and speak in a Godly fashion. And walk the road that God would have me walk, in a way that honors Him.
My blog is, by design, a vehicle for me to hopefully encourage folk and to point the Way...the Truth...the Life...the Light...I want my writing to be God-driven, pointing folk to the God and His Son Jesus.
But I would never tell someone how he should believe! Plant seeds of faith? Yes. Be salt and light? Hopefully. Beat someone over the head with my Bible? Never. Nor would I for a moment think that I have the corner-of-the-market on how to live out my faith. God is in the salvation business. He is the Judge. Not me. I want to just quietly and humbly walk the walk, and serve Him.
I am hopeful that I, like Saxon's parents, could briefly, succinctly say what I believe. And then live out that faith in a manner pleasing to God. And pray...read...worship...sing...listen to that still, small voice of God that sometimes whispers, sometimes shouts out to me in love and grace and mercy, as He leads and guides. May I follow his footsteps and walk in His ways through this life, with family and friends and strangers alike.
Thank you for your prayers for sweet Saxon, 12 years old...such a great kid, such an awesome family. May God bless them all...and heal that boy.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Having Hope
Sometimes life is just too hard. Things are going along normally...even splendidly. Then disaster hits. A tragic accident. A life-threatening illness. Unspeakable tragedy. First shock and disbelief. Then the questions bombard us...questions we have; questions others have; questions we have for God. We are shaken to the core and just can't comprehend it. Can't make sense of it. Can't find our peace at all.
So what is a person to do?
We draw on our inner strength. We lean on each other. We lean on the professionals, the ones here on earth who do their very best to help us. We lean on total strangers. We reach out...we reach up...we lean on the Everlasting Arms. And if not for all the above, we would probably just drown in our sorrow, fall off the cliff, totally flounder under the pressure.
Our faith is tested...our faith is strained...our faith feels insufficient. But then, we have a tiny breakthrough. A person...a visit...a card...a verse...a word...a song...a tiny flicker of hope happens. Sometimes so tiny it's hardly tangible. But we find ourselves looking up and seeing a ray of light instead of total darkness...a little bit of joy...
Never ever doubt the power of pray-ers...the power of hope shared...the power of God. We may not always get "yes," but God has not left us nor forsaken us. He weeps right along with us. He cares so deeply. He knows how it feels. For all his power and his might and his strength, his very nature is one of loving kindness...mercy...grace.
His presence is found in the prayers and praises of his people. Those who intercede. Those who carry their brothers and sisters. Those who reach out and share the burden and try to divide the pain by bearing some of it. Even the ones who are too overcome, weakened, and overwhelmed to even voice their concerns except to cry out to their Father. He truly cares. He hears. He does.
God's Holy Spirit...intercedes...petitions...nudges...whispers...comforts...The blessed Trinity: Father, Son, Holy Spirit. Three in One, One in Three. Oh, the sweet, sweet love of Jesus. There is our peace. There is our answer. Praise God for his ever-present, everlasting, ever-conquering LOVE. Love that passes all understanding. Love that carries us through...across...out of the pit of despair. Thank God that we do not have to really understand or to have the answers or even know which way to turn. He is right here with us, giving us what we need, when we need it. He is the source of our hope and our strength. He is the God who is enough.
So what is a person to do?
We draw on our inner strength. We lean on each other. We lean on the professionals, the ones here on earth who do their very best to help us. We lean on total strangers. We reach out...we reach up...we lean on the Everlasting Arms. And if not for all the above, we would probably just drown in our sorrow, fall off the cliff, totally flounder under the pressure.
Our faith is tested...our faith is strained...our faith feels insufficient. But then, we have a tiny breakthrough. A person...a visit...a card...a verse...a word...a song...a tiny flicker of hope happens. Sometimes so tiny it's hardly tangible. But we find ourselves looking up and seeing a ray of light instead of total darkness...a little bit of joy...
Never ever doubt the power of pray-ers...the power of hope shared...the power of God. We may not always get "yes," but God has not left us nor forsaken us. He weeps right along with us. He cares so deeply. He knows how it feels. For all his power and his might and his strength, his very nature is one of loving kindness...mercy...grace.
His presence is found in the prayers and praises of his people. Those who intercede. Those who carry their brothers and sisters. Those who reach out and share the burden and try to divide the pain by bearing some of it. Even the ones who are too overcome, weakened, and overwhelmed to even voice their concerns except to cry out to their Father. He truly cares. He hears. He does.
God's Holy Spirit...intercedes...petitions...nudges...whispers...comforts...The blessed Trinity: Father, Son, Holy Spirit. Three in One, One in Three. Oh, the sweet, sweet love of Jesus. There is our peace. There is our answer. Praise God for his ever-present, everlasting, ever-conquering LOVE. Love that passes all understanding. Love that carries us through...across...out of the pit of despair. Thank God that we do not have to really understand or to have the answers or even know which way to turn. He is right here with us, giving us what we need, when we need it. He is the source of our hope and our strength. He is the God who is enough.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Pie, anyone?
As promised, here are the microwaved pie recipes!
Chocolate Pie
Prick and pre-bake an 8 inch pie crust. Or you may use graham cracker or chocolate cookie crumb crust. If you wish to use a 9 inch crust, just increase ingredients by 1/2 again (eg: 1 1/2 C sugar, 4 1/2 T cocoa, etc.)
In a glass microwave-proof bowl, combine well, whisking to break up any lumps:
1 C sugar
1/3 C regular flour
3 T cocoa
Add:
3 egg yolks
2 C milk
1/2 tsp salt
Mix well and microwave on high for 5 minutes. Stir (whisk) well, til the mixture comes together smoothly. Microwave for another 5 minutes. Add 1/2 stick butter and 1 tsp. vanilla, again whisking well.
Pour into pie crust and let cool while making meringue:
3 egg whites
1/4 tsp cream of tartar
1/2 tsp vanilla
6 T sugar
Beat whites til soft peaks form, then add cream of tartar, vanilla, and sugar a little at a time. Beat til stiff peaks form. Top pie with meringue and bake 12-15 min at 350.
Coconut Pie
Just like chocolate one, except leave out cocoa and add 1 large handful coconut (about 1 C) after custard is cooked in microwave.
You may also use the custard for Banana Cream Pie by leaving out the coconut and adding 1-2 chopped bananas.
Enjoy!
Chocolate Pie
Prick and pre-bake an 8 inch pie crust. Or you may use graham cracker or chocolate cookie crumb crust. If you wish to use a 9 inch crust, just increase ingredients by 1/2 again (eg: 1 1/2 C sugar, 4 1/2 T cocoa, etc.)
In a glass microwave-proof bowl, combine well, whisking to break up any lumps:
1 C sugar
1/3 C regular flour
3 T cocoa
Add:
3 egg yolks
2 C milk
1/2 tsp salt
Mix well and microwave on high for 5 minutes. Stir (whisk) well, til the mixture comes together smoothly. Microwave for another 5 minutes. Add 1/2 stick butter and 1 tsp. vanilla, again whisking well.
Pour into pie crust and let cool while making meringue:
3 egg whites
1/4 tsp cream of tartar
1/2 tsp vanilla
6 T sugar
Beat whites til soft peaks form, then add cream of tartar, vanilla, and sugar a little at a time. Beat til stiff peaks form. Top pie with meringue and bake 12-15 min at 350.
Coconut Pie
Just like chocolate one, except leave out cocoa and add 1 large handful coconut (about 1 C) after custard is cooked in microwave.
You may also use the custard for Banana Cream Pie by leaving out the coconut and adding 1-2 chopped bananas.
Enjoy!
Daddy's Day
Well, it's Father's Day, and I imagine every blogger in the world is writing about that very special day. Whether we are honoring fathers who are in the here and now, or those who have passed on....whether they be near or far away...whether it be a day of fun-filled memories or one tinged with some regrets...we can all agree that fathers play an extra-special role in the lives of their offspring.
Personally, I want to honor four men who hold extraordinary places in my heart and life: my own Daddy; my father-in-law "Pops;" my wonderful husband; and our son.
My daddy was one-in-a-million. He was the middle child in his family, and he was very typical in that role: not the eldest, not the baby, and sometimes overlooked. He was quiet and mild-mannered, sometimes to a fault. He was kind and honest and smart and thoughtful: a Southern gentleman, with the greatest manners and a gentleness that was so sweet. He was generous and humble and never sought to bring attention to himself. I remember an instance where a dear friend, with four children, decided to give up his career in sales and go into the ministry. Daddy wanted to help, to the point of purchasing his friend's house in order to free the couple of that financial burden so that they could pursue their calling and dreams. And another time when their pastor fell into financial strains, and unbeknownst to all, he helped him. I found out about this from a thank-you letter in Daddy's files, after his death. Just doing the right thing in the right spirit, without fanfare. Daddy was one of the last great romantics: always showering Mother with girly gifts of perfume, flowers, cards...everything women adore...He was a sweetheart of a guy for sure. He went on in 1999, after a courageous battle with Melanoma that had metastisized. And I miss him.
Pops was a character, a sweetheart, in his own way, as well. He had grown up in a large family, one of a bunch of brothers with a lone sister. They didn't have much, materially speaking; they lived off the land and worked hard to make ends meet. Their father was stern but loved his brood and taught them to love each other and to make the most of what they had. Pops, I learned from his sister, was fastidious as a child. He ironed his own clothes because noone else could do it to his satisfaction. He came to live with us when he was 59 years old, after the sad illness and death of his wife, John's mother, who succombed to ALS. During her illness, Pops was her chief caretaker, and he did that well. He pretty much gave up after her death, losing his zest for life. All he wanted to do was fish, and he did lots of that after his retirement, until his own health problems precluded him from pursuing this lifelong passion. It was good for us, for the most part, having him in our home for 23 years. It was good for him for sure, being around people rather than being alone. It was good for our children, having a Waltons-like family atmosphere where they learned from him and kept him young with their fun and games and childlike joy and all. It was difficult, at times, as well; for it's hard for two families to live under the same roof. I learned lots from him, and I loved him and I miss him. He was a pretty much self-made man; a good person with a good heart who loved the great outdoors with its wildlife and possibilities for not only hunting and fishing but just enjoying the plants and animals God created. He had probably more common sense and natural wisdom than anyone I've known. RIP, Pops.
My husband: my John...such a blessing to me and our family and to so many. He is probably the most humble man I know. He has accomplished much in his life, but you would never know from talking with him or being around him. He never talks about himself; what he accomplished is "history," according to him and belongs in the past; he talks little, but what he says is worth hearing. We met in 7th grade, started dating when our parents allowed us to, at age 16; married after our sophomore year in college. So we truly grew up together; now we are growing older together! He is very neat, organized, and administratively gifted. He has been a wonderful provider, protector, and friend. And a great example to our children. And to hundreds if not thousands of those he taught and coached over his 30 year career at Farragut High School. More than one has told us that they considered him like a second dad. He has been there with wise counsel, a great listening ear, honesty, integrity, and Christian values throughout life. The life of a teacher and coach and Army reservist made his working days long. But we made the most of the time he did have off and have wonderful memories of summer camping trips, trips to the beach, and many adventures outdoors. We spent some of our happiest times at the ball parks where we followed his teams and supported his efforts. He and I are more or less joined at the hip, and we are thoroughly enjoying retirement together...and being parents of adult children, who are our pride and joy, along with our latest blessing: our little grandson. It is pure joy for me to watch him with that precious child. He would be thoroughly embarrassed to hear these comments, as he does not like to be in the limelight. Although greatly honored, he did not like being front-and-center when the baseball field at FHS was named for him...nor when he was inducted into the Knoxville Sports Hall of Fame...just too much fanfare for a quiet and humble man who would rather just be enjoying his family and golf and fishing or reading. I love that man so much.
Our son is one of our heroes. He is smart and funny and very capable. He has been a stay at home dad since his little son was born 27 months ago. He is a captain in the Florida Air National Guard and in training now for a new full-time job with that branch of the armed services. He is a great son...wonderful husband...and the best daddy in the world. He has gotten his son off to a great start, caring for him with a perfect blend of love and laughter, play, good nutrition, and routine/schedule. He has read to him since day one, and that little guy loves books and reading, the building blocks of education and learning. Johnny has a special bond with his little boy that is enviable and exemplary. And he can cook! His lucky wife has had a lunch packed with love and yumminess everyday...plus a well-planned and prepared meal each night. Yes, I think he gets the award, don't you?
So...Happy Daddy's Day to each of you dads out there and especially to the four men who are so special to me. I love you and am so grateful for your lives and contributions to our world...and to my life, personally. I thank God for each of you.
Personally, I want to honor four men who hold extraordinary places in my heart and life: my own Daddy; my father-in-law "Pops;" my wonderful husband; and our son.
My daddy was one-in-a-million. He was the middle child in his family, and he was very typical in that role: not the eldest, not the baby, and sometimes overlooked. He was quiet and mild-mannered, sometimes to a fault. He was kind and honest and smart and thoughtful: a Southern gentleman, with the greatest manners and a gentleness that was so sweet. He was generous and humble and never sought to bring attention to himself. I remember an instance where a dear friend, with four children, decided to give up his career in sales and go into the ministry. Daddy wanted to help, to the point of purchasing his friend's house in order to free the couple of that financial burden so that they could pursue their calling and dreams. And another time when their pastor fell into financial strains, and unbeknownst to all, he helped him. I found out about this from a thank-you letter in Daddy's files, after his death. Just doing the right thing in the right spirit, without fanfare. Daddy was one of the last great romantics: always showering Mother with girly gifts of perfume, flowers, cards...everything women adore...He was a sweetheart of a guy for sure. He went on in 1999, after a courageous battle with Melanoma that had metastisized. And I miss him.
Pops was a character, a sweetheart, in his own way, as well. He had grown up in a large family, one of a bunch of brothers with a lone sister. They didn't have much, materially speaking; they lived off the land and worked hard to make ends meet. Their father was stern but loved his brood and taught them to love each other and to make the most of what they had. Pops, I learned from his sister, was fastidious as a child. He ironed his own clothes because noone else could do it to his satisfaction. He came to live with us when he was 59 years old, after the sad illness and death of his wife, John's mother, who succombed to ALS. During her illness, Pops was her chief caretaker, and he did that well. He pretty much gave up after her death, losing his zest for life. All he wanted to do was fish, and he did lots of that after his retirement, until his own health problems precluded him from pursuing this lifelong passion. It was good for us, for the most part, having him in our home for 23 years. It was good for him for sure, being around people rather than being alone. It was good for our children, having a Waltons-like family atmosphere where they learned from him and kept him young with their fun and games and childlike joy and all. It was difficult, at times, as well; for it's hard for two families to live under the same roof. I learned lots from him, and I loved him and I miss him. He was a pretty much self-made man; a good person with a good heart who loved the great outdoors with its wildlife and possibilities for not only hunting and fishing but just enjoying the plants and animals God created. He had probably more common sense and natural wisdom than anyone I've known. RIP, Pops.
My husband: my John...such a blessing to me and our family and to so many. He is probably the most humble man I know. He has accomplished much in his life, but you would never know from talking with him or being around him. He never talks about himself; what he accomplished is "history," according to him and belongs in the past; he talks little, but what he says is worth hearing. We met in 7th grade, started dating when our parents allowed us to, at age 16; married after our sophomore year in college. So we truly grew up together; now we are growing older together! He is very neat, organized, and administratively gifted. He has been a wonderful provider, protector, and friend. And a great example to our children. And to hundreds if not thousands of those he taught and coached over his 30 year career at Farragut High School. More than one has told us that they considered him like a second dad. He has been there with wise counsel, a great listening ear, honesty, integrity, and Christian values throughout life. The life of a teacher and coach and Army reservist made his working days long. But we made the most of the time he did have off and have wonderful memories of summer camping trips, trips to the beach, and many adventures outdoors. We spent some of our happiest times at the ball parks where we followed his teams and supported his efforts. He and I are more or less joined at the hip, and we are thoroughly enjoying retirement together...and being parents of adult children, who are our pride and joy, along with our latest blessing: our little grandson. It is pure joy for me to watch him with that precious child. He would be thoroughly embarrassed to hear these comments, as he does not like to be in the limelight. Although greatly honored, he did not like being front-and-center when the baseball field at FHS was named for him...nor when he was inducted into the Knoxville Sports Hall of Fame...just too much fanfare for a quiet and humble man who would rather just be enjoying his family and golf and fishing or reading. I love that man so much.
Our son is one of our heroes. He is smart and funny and very capable. He has been a stay at home dad since his little son was born 27 months ago. He is a captain in the Florida Air National Guard and in training now for a new full-time job with that branch of the armed services. He is a great son...wonderful husband...and the best daddy in the world. He has gotten his son off to a great start, caring for him with a perfect blend of love and laughter, play, good nutrition, and routine/schedule. He has read to him since day one, and that little guy loves books and reading, the building blocks of education and learning. Johnny has a special bond with his little boy that is enviable and exemplary. And he can cook! His lucky wife has had a lunch packed with love and yumminess everyday...plus a well-planned and prepared meal each night. Yes, I think he gets the award, don't you?
So...Happy Daddy's Day to each of you dads out there and especially to the four men who are so special to me. I love you and am so grateful for your lives and contributions to our world...and to my life, personally. I thank God for each of you.
Friday, June 8, 2012
THE SOUTH
There is something about living in The South that is wonderful indeed. Not that I have much experience living anywhere else outside The South, except for two years in Pennsylvania during my husband's Army years. It was a good experience for us, as we were 22 years old, fresh out of college and with a newborn baby! We were on our own and had to grow up very quickly; to lean on each other; to lean on God in ways we had not had to before. But PA was NOT home. We made good friends; we liked Amish country; and Philly cheese steak sandwiches! But it was not where we wished to establish home and raise a family.
We have traveled some, and there are areas that hold potential as places-we-might-like-to-live. Like The Northwest: with its lush forests and abundant wildlife and diverse landscapes...proximity to the Pacific and to Canada...and delicious apples and cherries! But it's cold-weather country, and my hubby is not a fan of winter and cold and snow. Or perhaps Hawaii :) True paradise! If it weren't so far away...and isolated at that...and expensive to boot, I would move there in a nanosecond! But it is, so I guess we are out of luck there. Sedona, AZ is awesome! I loved our visit there, with it's gorgeous Redrocks, canyons, forests. But home? I don't think so.
There are places I've never visited, which sound wonderful: the Napa Valley of CA or maybe San Diego, with it's 300+ days of near-perfect weather. Maybe Colorado Springs/Denver...I really like what I see and hear about that area. But with our family history of altitude sickness, we probably would have an uphill battle there!
So we're back to The South, one of the most beautiful areas of our country. With its four distinct seasons...beautiful flowers...seashores...mountains...lakes...rivers...big cities and small towns...great restaurants...reasonable cost-of-living...wonderful architecture...fun places to visit like Biltmore House and Gardens, Charleston and Savannah, The Greenbrier, St Augustine, Key West, Hilton Head, Sanibel and Naples...zoos and aquariums (is that the plural of aquarium? My Latin aludes me!)...Locally, we have Norris and Tellico and Douglas and Cherokee Lakes...and Cades Cove and Clingman's Dome and Mount LeConte and Mount Cammerer; the Appalachian Trail among 900 miles of hiking trails in The Great Smoky Mountains. We can be in Asheville in two hours, Nashville in 3, Atlanta in 3-4, Lexington in a few hours...Birmingham is relatively close-by and full of great things. Oxford, MS is one of my favorite "new" places to love. College towns have their own allure, and the history and architecture and spirit of that quaint and fun town is just very appealing. Not to mention it has a town square! If you love small-town America, you have to love Murfreesboro and many other county seats with the mid-town courthouse-on-the-square. Americana at its best.
We are spending lots of town in north Florida, and I have been amazed at the lush landscape possibilities there. Gardenia bushes are HUGE, as are the Camellias and Azaleas. It's a flower/shrub lover's paradise. Because of the heat and humidity, shrubs we pamper and feed and water at home just thrive on what God alone gives them. Of course this same heat and humidity can be oppressive, and bugs and other undesirable critters thrive. But I really like the ease of gardening and all the colors and aromas of this near-tropical climate. The seashore, with its own special magic, is so beautiful and refreshing. There is just something about the beach, isn't there. I have wonderful childhood memories of my mother's family, all 20 something of us, in a big ole beachhouse, unairconditioned, with too few bathrooms...but full of all the joy and happiness in the world. We cousins played and swam and jumped the waves and built sandcastles til our hearts' content. I cherish those memories, of grandparents and aunts and uncles...of seashell-gathering, the smell of suntan lotion (not to be mistaken for sunblock!)...seagulls and pelicans and the moon rising above the ocean, casting its moonbeams upon the waters...the wonderful scents of surf and salt and sand...and the seafood! Nothing better. Til I was 25 years old, I ate more shrimp, crab, and clams than any child around...and asked for lobster on my birthdays! Then, sadly, a shellfish allergy presented its ugly head. That's a whole 'nother story...suffice it to say, life isn't fair. I miss my shellfish! Maybe in heaven, huh? We can always hope!
Enough reminiscing. Here's to life in the South. To southern hospitality. To friendliness. To living gladly and joyfully in a place where we can live and worship and play and serve in a warm atmosphere of love. God, after creation, said, "It is good." I know He was referring to ALL creation. But I think He outdid Himself with The South. And I say, "Thank you very much."
We have traveled some, and there are areas that hold potential as places-we-might-like-to-live. Like The Northwest: with its lush forests and abundant wildlife and diverse landscapes...proximity to the Pacific and to Canada...and delicious apples and cherries! But it's cold-weather country, and my hubby is not a fan of winter and cold and snow. Or perhaps Hawaii :) True paradise! If it weren't so far away...and isolated at that...and expensive to boot, I would move there in a nanosecond! But it is, so I guess we are out of luck there. Sedona, AZ is awesome! I loved our visit there, with it's gorgeous Redrocks, canyons, forests. But home? I don't think so.
There are places I've never visited, which sound wonderful: the Napa Valley of CA or maybe San Diego, with it's 300+ days of near-perfect weather. Maybe Colorado Springs/Denver...I really like what I see and hear about that area. But with our family history of altitude sickness, we probably would have an uphill battle there!
So we're back to The South, one of the most beautiful areas of our country. With its four distinct seasons...beautiful flowers...seashores...mountains...lakes...rivers...big cities and small towns...great restaurants...reasonable cost-of-living...wonderful architecture...fun places to visit like Biltmore House and Gardens, Charleston and Savannah, The Greenbrier, St Augustine, Key West, Hilton Head, Sanibel and Naples...zoos and aquariums (is that the plural of aquarium? My Latin aludes me!)...Locally, we have Norris and Tellico and Douglas and Cherokee Lakes...and Cades Cove and Clingman's Dome and Mount LeConte and Mount Cammerer; the Appalachian Trail among 900 miles of hiking trails in The Great Smoky Mountains. We can be in Asheville in two hours, Nashville in 3, Atlanta in 3-4, Lexington in a few hours...Birmingham is relatively close-by and full of great things. Oxford, MS is one of my favorite "new" places to love. College towns have their own allure, and the history and architecture and spirit of that quaint and fun town is just very appealing. Not to mention it has a town square! If you love small-town America, you have to love Murfreesboro and many other county seats with the mid-town courthouse-on-the-square. Americana at its best.
We are spending lots of town in north Florida, and I have been amazed at the lush landscape possibilities there. Gardenia bushes are HUGE, as are the Camellias and Azaleas. It's a flower/shrub lover's paradise. Because of the heat and humidity, shrubs we pamper and feed and water at home just thrive on what God alone gives them. Of course this same heat and humidity can be oppressive, and bugs and other undesirable critters thrive. But I really like the ease of gardening and all the colors and aromas of this near-tropical climate. The seashore, with its own special magic, is so beautiful and refreshing. There is just something about the beach, isn't there. I have wonderful childhood memories of my mother's family, all 20 something of us, in a big ole beachhouse, unairconditioned, with too few bathrooms...but full of all the joy and happiness in the world. We cousins played and swam and jumped the waves and built sandcastles til our hearts' content. I cherish those memories, of grandparents and aunts and uncles...of seashell-gathering, the smell of suntan lotion (not to be mistaken for sunblock!)...seagulls and pelicans and the moon rising above the ocean, casting its moonbeams upon the waters...the wonderful scents of surf and salt and sand...and the seafood! Nothing better. Til I was 25 years old, I ate more shrimp, crab, and clams than any child around...and asked for lobster on my birthdays! Then, sadly, a shellfish allergy presented its ugly head. That's a whole 'nother story...suffice it to say, life isn't fair. I miss my shellfish! Maybe in heaven, huh? We can always hope!
Enough reminiscing. Here's to life in the South. To southern hospitality. To friendliness. To living gladly and joyfully in a place where we can live and worship and play and serve in a warm atmosphere of love. God, after creation, said, "It is good." I know He was referring to ALL creation. But I think He outdid Himself with The South. And I say, "Thank you very much."
Friday, June 1, 2012
QUIET
It's very early in the morning...one of the best times of the day! It's still and quiet and so very peaceful. Since I tend to be very productive, early in the morning, (not usually this early, however!) I decided to make the best of it and write a little.
Back at the first of the year, one of our dear friends, a spiritual mentor and fellow-blogger, challenged us, her readers, to choose a word, a goal, a resolution-of-sorts as a theme for this year. I asked God and then listened for His answer, as to what He had in mind for me. I don't always do that first: being typically human, I sometimes wrack my brain first, seeing what I can come up with (usually a very poor choice.) This time, for some reason, I asked Him first, and immediately...instantaneously...the word "quiet" came to me.
Now, I LOVE peace, tranquility, stillness...but I can be very chatty and get very caught up in scenarios that are far from quiet. We attend lots of ballgames and other sporting events, and crowds can be very noisy. Watching television is hardly ever peaceful. Shopping malls, traffic, concerts: lots going on there. And with a two-year-old grandchild, things are hardly ever quiet, and we wouldn't have him any other way! There's nothing quite like being around the playful exuberance of a happy, healthy, squealing child! But I do love my peaceful times, and I am learning to embrace them from a more spiritual perspective.
For it's in the still, quiet moments of my days that I clearly hear God...I feel His presence...I connect with His spirit. It happens at other times, too, of course...as in moments of praise in worship; during thunderstorms or torrential downpours; or during a stirring sermon or speech. But it's when I am alone with my thoughts and quiet in my soul that I best hear Him.
I've often said that I was born in the wrong age and time. Part of me just longs for times where there is less technology, loud music, noisy cars and trucks and planes and trains. Being next to a car at a stop light with a reverberating stereo...during the previews at the movie theatre...being around shreaking middle school girls (got to love them!), shrillness of most any kind can almost send me over the edge! I just long for a place and time where quiet prevails, where we can get back in touch with God-sounds: birds chirping, crickets and other creatures of the night singing their melodies, where the sounds of the wind rushing or water flowing or leaves rustling prevail. It isn't going to happen; I know that. Not very often, at least. But when those rare times do happen...or when I take advantage of the still, quiet moments of the early morn, then I am blessed beyond measure. My day gets off to a wonderful start. I get in touch with my Lord and my God from the very get-go. Prayers flow, and meditation happens, and my very being is filled with God and the things He has in mind for me. "Be still and know that I am God," says the Good Book. How very true.
So, here's to quietness in life...times where we unplug from busy ole 2012 and just revel in the aura of God's beautiful stillness. Quiet times breed peaceful hearts. And peaceful hearts breed satisfied spirits...what better way to mirror the One who created us and the One whom we follow. Hope you find some quiet times today...and this year. THANK YOU, Anne, for the challenge. I, for one, very much needed that and so grateful for my word: QUIET.
Back at the first of the year, one of our dear friends, a spiritual mentor and fellow-blogger, challenged us, her readers, to choose a word, a goal, a resolution-of-sorts as a theme for this year. I asked God and then listened for His answer, as to what He had in mind for me. I don't always do that first: being typically human, I sometimes wrack my brain first, seeing what I can come up with (usually a very poor choice.) This time, for some reason, I asked Him first, and immediately...instantaneously...the word "quiet" came to me.
Now, I LOVE peace, tranquility, stillness...but I can be very chatty and get very caught up in scenarios that are far from quiet. We attend lots of ballgames and other sporting events, and crowds can be very noisy. Watching television is hardly ever peaceful. Shopping malls, traffic, concerts: lots going on there. And with a two-year-old grandchild, things are hardly ever quiet, and we wouldn't have him any other way! There's nothing quite like being around the playful exuberance of a happy, healthy, squealing child! But I do love my peaceful times, and I am learning to embrace them from a more spiritual perspective.
For it's in the still, quiet moments of my days that I clearly hear God...I feel His presence...I connect with His spirit. It happens at other times, too, of course...as in moments of praise in worship; during thunderstorms or torrential downpours; or during a stirring sermon or speech. But it's when I am alone with my thoughts and quiet in my soul that I best hear Him.
I've often said that I was born in the wrong age and time. Part of me just longs for times where there is less technology, loud music, noisy cars and trucks and planes and trains. Being next to a car at a stop light with a reverberating stereo...during the previews at the movie theatre...being around shreaking middle school girls (got to love them!), shrillness of most any kind can almost send me over the edge! I just long for a place and time where quiet prevails, where we can get back in touch with God-sounds: birds chirping, crickets and other creatures of the night singing their melodies, where the sounds of the wind rushing or water flowing or leaves rustling prevail. It isn't going to happen; I know that. Not very often, at least. But when those rare times do happen...or when I take advantage of the still, quiet moments of the early morn, then I am blessed beyond measure. My day gets off to a wonderful start. I get in touch with my Lord and my God from the very get-go. Prayers flow, and meditation happens, and my very being is filled with God and the things He has in mind for me. "Be still and know that I am God," says the Good Book. How very true.
So, here's to quietness in life...times where we unplug from busy ole 2012 and just revel in the aura of God's beautiful stillness. Quiet times breed peaceful hearts. And peaceful hearts breed satisfied spirits...what better way to mirror the One who created us and the One whom we follow. Hope you find some quiet times today...and this year. THANK YOU, Anne, for the challenge. I, for one, very much needed that and so grateful for my word: QUIET.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Balance
BALANCE: it's an interesting word/concept. It can relate to health issues, fashion (as in women in very high heels!), athletics, child development, personality...What it brings to mind today, though, is life-in-general.
With all most of us have going on in our lives, BALANCE is what we need, isn't it. How do I fit all I need to do...and want to do...into a 24-hour period? And keep a balanced demeanor/mood/countenance/attitude as I do this? It's a challenge, for sure.
Our son, the author, addresses this in his first book, The Survival Template. It's a simple and effective way to organize our thoughts and thus organize the days, weeks, months ahead. Having our day organized and in written form before us, we can better prioritize our activities. It keeps us on track and less distracted while we go through what can be hectic and stressful times, as many of our days can be.
I'm trying this and finding it to be very helpful, as I can get distracted by just trying to clean house or work in the yard! I may start out cleaning up the mudroom/laundry room. I start folding clothes and taking them to the master walkin closet...and then find myself rearranging that closet instead continuing my work in the laundry room. You understand! It's just hard to stay-on-task when there are multiple tasks to accomplish.
A very helpful sidelight to my new adventure into BALANCE by getting organized and prioritizing is the effect it is beginning to have on my personality. I tend to blow with the wind, mood-wise, and am very subject to being happy when those around me are happy or when good news happens, and likewise sad when others around me are sad or hurting or are in less-than-stellar situations. "Sensitive" would be an understatement word to describe me! This is no newsflash, to those of you who know me well. It can be a very good trait, but it can also be a little challenging. What I'm finding is that finding BALANCE in organization is leading to more BALANCE in my whole being, and that is a VERY good thing for all concerned.
One of my biggest goals is to be consistent, and I truly feel that achieving BALANCE in all things is going to be the key to achieving Godly consistency. As a wife, mother, grandmother, friend, being consistent is what I want to be. As I learn BALANCE, I am beginning to see how I can accomplish this worthy, healthy goal.
So, here's to BALANCE in life. May we continue to seek a calm, serene, peaceful way as we enjoy springtime in God's beautiful world. It's a win/win situation for sure!
With all most of us have going on in our lives, BALANCE is what we need, isn't it. How do I fit all I need to do...and want to do...into a 24-hour period? And keep a balanced demeanor/mood/countenance/attitude as I do this? It's a challenge, for sure.
Our son, the author, addresses this in his first book, The Survival Template. It's a simple and effective way to organize our thoughts and thus organize the days, weeks, months ahead. Having our day organized and in written form before us, we can better prioritize our activities. It keeps us on track and less distracted while we go through what can be hectic and stressful times, as many of our days can be.
I'm trying this and finding it to be very helpful, as I can get distracted by just trying to clean house or work in the yard! I may start out cleaning up the mudroom/laundry room. I start folding clothes and taking them to the master walkin closet...and then find myself rearranging that closet instead continuing my work in the laundry room. You understand! It's just hard to stay-on-task when there are multiple tasks to accomplish.
A very helpful sidelight to my new adventure into BALANCE by getting organized and prioritizing is the effect it is beginning to have on my personality. I tend to blow with the wind, mood-wise, and am very subject to being happy when those around me are happy or when good news happens, and likewise sad when others around me are sad or hurting or are in less-than-stellar situations. "Sensitive" would be an understatement word to describe me! This is no newsflash, to those of you who know me well. It can be a very good trait, but it can also be a little challenging. What I'm finding is that finding BALANCE in organization is leading to more BALANCE in my whole being, and that is a VERY good thing for all concerned.
One of my biggest goals is to be consistent, and I truly feel that achieving BALANCE in all things is going to be the key to achieving Godly consistency. As a wife, mother, grandmother, friend, being consistent is what I want to be. As I learn BALANCE, I am beginning to see how I can accomplish this worthy, healthy goal.
So, here's to BALANCE in life. May we continue to seek a calm, serene, peaceful way as we enjoy springtime in God's beautiful world. It's a win/win situation for sure!
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Willy
Willy is 9 years old this week! How can that be? Shortly after retirement, December 2001, John began talking about us getting a puppy. I resisted, for about a year, because I thought we had enough to look after: namely, his dad who lived with us (for 23 years!)...and my mother who had recently moved to a retirement community with Alzheimers and had many needs. I just felt we had enough on our plates.
John was patient with me, though, as he often is! And just bided his time. About a year and a half later, on a rainy morning in July, he read the following aloud: "Miniature Dachshund puppies for sale...red, both male and female, call --- --- ----." He said, "We don't have anything much going today; let's just ride up there (Oliver Springs) and take a look." "OK," I responded, "but only to look."
So we did. Just us. No money. Not even the checkbook! Jason answered the door, along with his VERY pregnant wife and darling little toddler girl. He led us through the living room to the powder room, where in a basket lay a tiny little blonde pup, sound asleep, curled in a ball. His mother, Noodles, was outside. Jason picked up the pup and handed him to me. And I was a goner. It was love at first sight, instantaneous, wonderful, head over heels in LOVE.
I sighed and smiled and said, "I want him!" And John replied, "He'll be Willy."
Jason and his wife were scheduled for a C-section the next day and needed Willy to go home with us that very moment. But remember? We hadn't come prepared to buy a doggy...no money! No checkbook! So off we drove to Oak Ridge, to find a Home Federal. And that we did.
Nine years later, we are still in love. Willy is perfect! Yes, he whoofs a lot. But what good guard dog doesn't? And how would we know there's a squirrel out back? Or that it's garbage day? Or that the neighbor dog was actually outside looking for him? He goes where we goes. He loves the lake. He loves to travel. He loves Barrett. Perfect.
So...Happy Birthday, sweet Willy the Weiner Dog! You filled up our empty nest and more. You love us unconditionally, you're our best little friend, you light up our lives and bring us much joy. Here's to 9 more!
John was patient with me, though, as he often is! And just bided his time. About a year and a half later, on a rainy morning in July, he read the following aloud: "Miniature Dachshund puppies for sale...red, both male and female, call --- --- ----." He said, "We don't have anything much going today; let's just ride up there (Oliver Springs) and take a look." "OK," I responded, "but only to look."
So we did. Just us. No money. Not even the checkbook! Jason answered the door, along with his VERY pregnant wife and darling little toddler girl. He led us through the living room to the powder room, where in a basket lay a tiny little blonde pup, sound asleep, curled in a ball. His mother, Noodles, was outside. Jason picked up the pup and handed him to me. And I was a goner. It was love at first sight, instantaneous, wonderful, head over heels in LOVE.
I sighed and smiled and said, "I want him!" And John replied, "He'll be Willy."
Jason and his wife were scheduled for a C-section the next day and needed Willy to go home with us that very moment. But remember? We hadn't come prepared to buy a doggy...no money! No checkbook! So off we drove to Oak Ridge, to find a Home Federal. And that we did.
Nine years later, we are still in love. Willy is perfect! Yes, he whoofs a lot. But what good guard dog doesn't? And how would we know there's a squirrel out back? Or that it's garbage day? Or that the neighbor dog was actually outside looking for him? He goes where we goes. He loves the lake. He loves to travel. He loves Barrett. Perfect.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Refreshment
Ever feel like you might like to run away from life, for just a little bit? To go to a place where it's quiet and serene, where the winds of this hectic world don't blow in any more problems to solve...or situations to deal with...or behaviors to figure out? This big ole world is fraught with all the above, and I for one would LIKE to be in the doldrums for just a little bit. What about you?
I once heard a teacher explain the doldrums. It's a sailing term, and it's not a desirable place when a sailor is dependent upon the winds to get him where he needs to go. Being in the doldrums could be aggravating at best, or even life-threatening, when out on the open seas. If there for extended periods of time, one could perish from dehydration, sun exposure, etc. Sailors need the winds to blow; thus, the doldrums are a big negative in the sailing world.
We humans, however, sometimes need a break from the situations that try to zap our strength and keep us from being our best. It might be something big...something serious...something tragic...something devastating. Those are the biggies of life, and for those in that situation, just getting through, just hanging on, is very hard. Those folk need a break...respite...shelter...broad wings under which to hide, strong shoulders on which to lean. They need friends who understand, compassion, kindness, respect, unconditional love that brings peace and hope.
Then there are those of us who seem to be plagued with "little foxes that spoil the vine:" an accumulation of less serious barbs, but strength-sapping ones at that...perhaps it's strained relationships among friends, misunderstandings, hurtful comments, feeling of rejection, being in the middle of "the games people play"or any of a myriad of situations which are very uncomfortable. Dwelling on these can bring about more serious consequences, for worrying usually hurts the hurting way more than solving the problem at hand. Yes, being able to communicate effectively is certainly far superior to worrying, certainly better than spreading the doom by telling others, dragging others into the pit with you. Of course, we all need someone to talk with, and there's nothing at all wrong with bouncing these off others or seeking wise counsel. We can all use wise, helpful words from a respected mentor who can offer advice and suggestions of ways to deal with difficult persons or situations. But ultimately, being able to exercise our faith in the One who knows all and sees all from above is the best answer of all.
..."turn to God...that times of refreshing may come from the Lord." (Acts 3:19) or as The Message puts it, "Turn to face God so he can wipe away your sins, pour out showers of blessing to refresh you, and send you the Messiah he prepared for you, namely Jesus."
Now there's the answer! Whether we are dealing with loss...illness...disappointments of all sizes...challenges that seem daunting and undoable...job stress...money problems...separation from loved ones...or any of the things that the hectic pace of life brings upon us...we can look up and find solace in the storm. We can sit back, maybe even relax, with the knowledge and assurance that we are not alone in our struggles, that God-the-all-powerful and all-knowing will provide a way through...a way over life's obstacles.
Maybe we don't have to run away from life afterall!
I once heard a teacher explain the doldrums. It's a sailing term, and it's not a desirable place when a sailor is dependent upon the winds to get him where he needs to go. Being in the doldrums could be aggravating at best, or even life-threatening, when out on the open seas. If there for extended periods of time, one could perish from dehydration, sun exposure, etc. Sailors need the winds to blow; thus, the doldrums are a big negative in the sailing world.
We humans, however, sometimes need a break from the situations that try to zap our strength and keep us from being our best. It might be something big...something serious...something tragic...something devastating. Those are the biggies of life, and for those in that situation, just getting through, just hanging on, is very hard. Those folk need a break...respite...shelter...broad wings under which to hide, strong shoulders on which to lean. They need friends who understand, compassion, kindness, respect, unconditional love that brings peace and hope.
Then there are those of us who seem to be plagued with "little foxes that spoil the vine:" an accumulation of less serious barbs, but strength-sapping ones at that...perhaps it's strained relationships among friends, misunderstandings, hurtful comments, feeling of rejection, being in the middle of "the games people play"or any of a myriad of situations which are very uncomfortable. Dwelling on these can bring about more serious consequences, for worrying usually hurts the hurting way more than solving the problem at hand. Yes, being able to communicate effectively is certainly far superior to worrying, certainly better than spreading the doom by telling others, dragging others into the pit with you. Of course, we all need someone to talk with, and there's nothing at all wrong with bouncing these off others or seeking wise counsel. We can all use wise, helpful words from a respected mentor who can offer advice and suggestions of ways to deal with difficult persons or situations. But ultimately, being able to exercise our faith in the One who knows all and sees all from above is the best answer of all.
..."turn to God...that times of refreshing may come from the Lord." (Acts 3:19) or as The Message puts it, "Turn to face God so he can wipe away your sins, pour out showers of blessing to refresh you, and send you the Messiah he prepared for you, namely Jesus."
Now there's the answer! Whether we are dealing with loss...illness...disappointments of all sizes...challenges that seem daunting and undoable...job stress...money problems...separation from loved ones...or any of the things that the hectic pace of life brings upon us...we can look up and find solace in the storm. We can sit back, maybe even relax, with the knowledge and assurance that we are not alone in our struggles, that God-the-all-powerful and all-knowing will provide a way through...a way over life's obstacles.
Maybe we don't have to run away from life afterall!
Monday, April 2, 2012
Bad Words
I was in the second grade at Norris School, the only school in Norris. It was grades 1-12; it would be another year before Norris Elementary was built and opened. So we little kids were used to being around big kids. It was good and bad: good to be near older brother, good to be near our babysitter, good to know and be known about just about everyone in town. On the other hand, we little kids were exposed to "language," slang, cursing...some of the bad things that some teenagers were prone to say and do.
One fine morning, another child told me to "shut up!" Now, that was a bad thing, to the ears of this seven-year-old. It was a forbidden phrase at our house. Under no circumstances would we be allowed to say such a thing. So...I immediately fell into a heap of tears. Nothing Mrs Gale said or did comforted me. When all else failed, she sent for my big brother, age 9 1/2, to come comfort Little Nancy. He did, and I dried up...Such a good brother.
The above situation came to my mind this morning when I read an article entitled, "10 Words Moms Shouldn't Use Around Their Kids." Here is the list:
1. Hate - instead say "I don't care for" for "isn't one of my favorites"
2. Bad - things we do are "bad" but people aren't
3. Stupid - no one wants to be called "stupid"
4. Retard - very demeaning. And hurtful to those who have challenged children
5. Gay - the obvious
6. Shut up - My mother's rule still applies
7. Dumb - not nice
8. Loser - don't want to set up self-fulfilling prophecy
9. No - necessary sometimes but not to be overused
10. God - as in OMG or taken in vain
I think this is a pretty good list. Just common sense, really. Hollywood wouldn't agree with any of these, probably. And we know what a strong influence Hollywood (unfortunately) has on our society. But as for me, I'm so glad to see the list published and shared on a site seen by many young parents.
Call me old-fashioned. Fine. I think this list could rejuvenate an age-old practice of being polite, thoughtful, kind...instead of trendy, aloof, or rude. We could also teach, "If it's not nice, then don't say it."
Just some thoughts for today from a grandmother who remembers a day in second grade...and who would like to see a little more civility in this big ole world.
One fine morning, another child told me to "shut up!" Now, that was a bad thing, to the ears of this seven-year-old. It was a forbidden phrase at our house. Under no circumstances would we be allowed to say such a thing. So...I immediately fell into a heap of tears. Nothing Mrs Gale said or did comforted me. When all else failed, she sent for my big brother, age 9 1/2, to come comfort Little Nancy. He did, and I dried up...Such a good brother.
The above situation came to my mind this morning when I read an article entitled, "10 Words Moms Shouldn't Use Around Their Kids." Here is the list:
1. Hate - instead say "I don't care for" for "isn't one of my favorites"
2. Bad - things we do are "bad" but people aren't
3. Stupid - no one wants to be called "stupid"
4. Retard - very demeaning. And hurtful to those who have challenged children
5. Gay - the obvious
6. Shut up - My mother's rule still applies
7. Dumb - not nice
8. Loser - don't want to set up self-fulfilling prophecy
9. No - necessary sometimes but not to be overused
10. God - as in OMG or taken in vain
I think this is a pretty good list. Just common sense, really. Hollywood wouldn't agree with any of these, probably. And we know what a strong influence Hollywood (unfortunately) has on our society. But as for me, I'm so glad to see the list published and shared on a site seen by many young parents.
Call me old-fashioned. Fine. I think this list could rejuvenate an age-old practice of being polite, thoughtful, kind...instead of trendy, aloof, or rude. We could also teach, "If it's not nice, then don't say it."
Just some thoughts for today from a grandmother who remembers a day in second grade...and who would like to see a little more civility in this big ole world.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Good Reading
I have been reading a fascinating book, penned by our pastor and his Jewish Rabbi friend. It's a dialogue called Mount and Mountain and looks at The Ten Commandments from the Christian and the Jewish perspective. I'm more than half-way finished; it's a good read, and I am learning so much from each post. What has surfaced, again and again, in my thoughts is how very little I know...or have ever thought about...this subject (and others), especially from another perspective. The only perspective I have is my own: conservative...Christian. I can see how limiting that is...and how almost liberating it is to open my eyes and heart and mind to how others think and view God and the things of God.
I hope you'll purchase the book, by Dr Michael Smith and Rabbi Rami Shapiro. You'll be glad you did!
Now, for a few quotes from the book, as a sneak preview for you:
"The best hope for peace and justice in the world may lie in nurturing friendships across religious boundaries and in the conversations that occur in the context of such friendships." -ms
"Racism, imperialism, and the like rank as some of the big-time idols we must die to in our era. Of equal importance are the more personal idols, little household gods as it were: greed, fear of the other, vengeance, and their kin." -ms
"There is a Jewish ceremony one does when moving into a new home...we...use bread, salt, and a broom. The bread and salt are a way of asking that God never leave this household bereft of the basic necessities of life; the broom deals with your household gods...Each guest is invited to sweep out one of the household idols saying, 'may this home never be visited with anger,' or 'may this home never be visited by violence...'" -rs
"...Miriam's story reveals our complexity, that strange blend of love, ambition, pettiness, and nobility found within each of us. It also reveals that, even so, we may still become partners with God as he reshapes humanity and the world." -ms
"We Jews speak of Oneg Shabbat, Sabbath joy, because when we allow reality to be reality, and realize we are not able to control it, we suddenly discover that we are able to navigate it. Remembering Shabbat teaches us how to surf the chaos rather than conquer it, and that insight just might make our living in the week to come much lighter and more loving." -rs
"Surfers know better than to try to control waves. Joy comes in riding the wave as it is." -ms
There is much meat on each page...much to savor and digest and learn. I am intrigued by the differences in background, perspective, starting point...and how each author/friend seems to come to some common conclusions nevertheless. It is just fascinating.
I have an idea I'll be thinking a little more outside the box from now on. I'll appreciate what I believe and why I believe the way I do. I'll frame others' views in light of their perspectives and try to take that into consideration when I hear someone who believes differently from the way I do. I'll keep on reading and praying and learning so that I can keep on growing and maturing in my Christian walk. I actually feel stronger in my personal faith having read what I've read. It's interesting: one might think that hearing others' views (especially the ones that at first reading seem so strange...so different) might make me question my own views. I've found that it is just the opposite. I'm grateful for a faith that is strong and getting stronger. And also gratitude for dialogue which is open and honest, given and received with mutual respect, not in an argumentative spirit.
I hope you'll order your copy of Mount and Mountain and experience these words for yourselves.
I hope you'll purchase the book, by Dr Michael Smith and Rabbi Rami Shapiro. You'll be glad you did!
Now, for a few quotes from the book, as a sneak preview for you:
"The best hope for peace and justice in the world may lie in nurturing friendships across religious boundaries and in the conversations that occur in the context of such friendships." -ms
"Racism, imperialism, and the like rank as some of the big-time idols we must die to in our era. Of equal importance are the more personal idols, little household gods as it were: greed, fear of the other, vengeance, and their kin." -ms
"There is a Jewish ceremony one does when moving into a new home...we...use bread, salt, and a broom. The bread and salt are a way of asking that God never leave this household bereft of the basic necessities of life; the broom deals with your household gods...Each guest is invited to sweep out one of the household idols saying, 'may this home never be visited with anger,' or 'may this home never be visited by violence...'" -rs
"...Miriam's story reveals our complexity, that strange blend of love, ambition, pettiness, and nobility found within each of us. It also reveals that, even so, we may still become partners with God as he reshapes humanity and the world." -ms
"We Jews speak of Oneg Shabbat, Sabbath joy, because when we allow reality to be reality, and realize we are not able to control it, we suddenly discover that we are able to navigate it. Remembering Shabbat teaches us how to surf the chaos rather than conquer it, and that insight just might make our living in the week to come much lighter and more loving." -rs
"Surfers know better than to try to control waves. Joy comes in riding the wave as it is." -ms
There is much meat on each page...much to savor and digest and learn. I am intrigued by the differences in background, perspective, starting point...and how each author/friend seems to come to some common conclusions nevertheless. It is just fascinating.
I have an idea I'll be thinking a little more outside the box from now on. I'll appreciate what I believe and why I believe the way I do. I'll frame others' views in light of their perspectives and try to take that into consideration when I hear someone who believes differently from the way I do. I'll keep on reading and praying and learning so that I can keep on growing and maturing in my Christian walk. I actually feel stronger in my personal faith having read what I've read. It's interesting: one might think that hearing others' views (especially the ones that at first reading seem so strange...so different) might make me question my own views. I've found that it is just the opposite. I'm grateful for a faith that is strong and getting stronger. And also gratitude for dialogue which is open and honest, given and received with mutual respect, not in an argumentative spirit.
I hope you'll order your copy of Mount and Mountain and experience these words for yourselves.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Springtime
We must be the luckiest folks alive! Here it is, not even officially spring yet, and the temperature outside is 80 something! We had a thunderstorm night before last, grilled out (in shorts!) last night, and have worked outside most all day in the warm-to-hot sunshine. It just doesn't get any better than this...and oh, I almost forgot: flip flops! Greatest footwear invention ever...especially for one with feet that need surgery and whose shoes (all of them) hurt like heck. Yes, I'm in heaven.
I started off this morning pulling weeds. Not the most glamorous job, it is true; but very satistying. I got about 2 gallons-worth pulled and discarded. Then onto pick-up-sticks. Then to fertilizing our azaleas, all 58 of them! Most are budding, so I can't wait til we see that snowy sea of white again, circling our house. We have a few red ones mixed in, on the back bank, and a couple old pink ones which were here before the house was built, on the corners of the lot. Hope they liked their acidic drink and show me their appreciation soon!
John is busy spraying every square inch of our cedar trim, in an attempt to thwart the annual onslaught of carpenter bees. They dearly love our house, but we do, too. And this year we will win, mark my words!
The redbuds are blooming...and the forsythia, quince, jonquils, and tulips. Soon we'll have geraniums, zinnias, and marigolds, as they join the pansies, daisies, daylilies, and knockout roses. Then all the wildflowers will join in, and the hydrangea and dogwoods. Once again, heaven on earth.
We have wild raspberries and blackberries in our woods, and before the sticker-bushes (briars and brambles) come fully out, I'll get a few each morning to round out my breakfast. Nothing sweeter!
This year, we have a special treat as our long-awaited evergreen clematis finally bloomed! We have waited three long seasons to see the beautiful and fragrant white blossoms, and we have not been disappointed. It is COVERED! The vines have climbed the pergola and droop down low, just for me to see. They have been well-worth the wait! We also got a few blooms off the Carolina Jasmine, but only a few. Maybe next year!
So much for my yard-in-review. Our friends in DC are enjoying the cherry blossoms; our Florida family have already had camellias and azaleas; so folks all over can join in saying, "Happy Spring!" Thank you, God...for a job well-done!
I started off this morning pulling weeds. Not the most glamorous job, it is true; but very satistying. I got about 2 gallons-worth pulled and discarded. Then onto pick-up-sticks. Then to fertilizing our azaleas, all 58 of them! Most are budding, so I can't wait til we see that snowy sea of white again, circling our house. We have a few red ones mixed in, on the back bank, and a couple old pink ones which were here before the house was built, on the corners of the lot. Hope they liked their acidic drink and show me their appreciation soon!
John is busy spraying every square inch of our cedar trim, in an attempt to thwart the annual onslaught of carpenter bees. They dearly love our house, but we do, too. And this year we will win, mark my words!
The redbuds are blooming...and the forsythia, quince, jonquils, and tulips. Soon we'll have geraniums, zinnias, and marigolds, as they join the pansies, daisies, daylilies, and knockout roses. Then all the wildflowers will join in, and the hydrangea and dogwoods. Once again, heaven on earth.
We have wild raspberries and blackberries in our woods, and before the sticker-bushes (briars and brambles) come fully out, I'll get a few each morning to round out my breakfast. Nothing sweeter!
This year, we have a special treat as our long-awaited evergreen clematis finally bloomed! We have waited three long seasons to see the beautiful and fragrant white blossoms, and we have not been disappointed. It is COVERED! The vines have climbed the pergola and droop down low, just for me to see. They have been well-worth the wait! We also got a few blooms off the Carolina Jasmine, but only a few. Maybe next year!
So much for my yard-in-review. Our friends in DC are enjoying the cherry blossoms; our Florida family have already had camellias and azaleas; so folks all over can join in saying, "Happy Spring!" Thank you, God...for a job well-done!
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Newness
The year was 1959. I was 10 years old and had just experienced one of my most memorable years ever. For we had moved from our home-of-7-1/2-years in Norris, to an older frame house on Dogwood Road in Fountain City. I guess I was, in hindsight, rather traumatized by the move...leaving my first friends, our church, school...life in a tiny town where we had free-run of the entire community; where we "charged" our groceries at Archer's Market; where we knew everyone and everyone knew us; where it was safe and innocence reigned...to the much larger community just north of Knoxville.
Not that Fountain City was a huge city, by any means. But it certainly was many times larger than Norris. As a matter of fact, it was, at the time, the largest unincorporated city in the nation. It had not yet been annexed by the City of Knoxville. It was March when we moved, so I was going into a fourth grade class that was nearing the end of the school year. I went into Shannondale on that cold March morning, not knowing a soul...I'll never forget Mrs Fox, the principal, walking Mother and me down the long hall to Mrs Richardson's room. I was kind of scared...nervous...anxious. Mrs Richardson was so nice and welcoming; I soon felt right at home and made many friends who are still my friends! (We are having our 45th high school reunion this July; I'll see many of them again...53 years after meeting several of them that day in March 1959!)
Yes, that move gave me a taste of "newness" in many ways. New friends, new neighbors, a new school, a new church, new experiences, a new town where buses ran, with stop lights!, and more than one filling station and restaurant like I was used to!
In the sermon Sunday, our pastor asked, "For what do we pray?" His answer, in short, was: for a brand new world...and for a brand new me. I've thought about this all week...about a new world, a new me. What changes would I wish for our world? How would I be different, as a new me? Those are large questions, with many answers. Here's my view, nutshell version:
- My new world would be peaceful, free of war and strife
- It would be free of drought and famine and disease
- It would be God-centered
- It would be a land where people cared more for each other than being obscessed with selfish desires
- It would have its priorities straight
- It would be void of bigotry and prejudice and meanness
- All children would have the chance to live in good homes with good parents and unlimited opportunities
- A new me would closely follow Jesus
- I would be consistent
- I would be loving and giving always
- Fairness and wisdom and humility would be my benchmarks
- I would witness with my life and actions
- I would put others first
- I would leave judgment to God and love unconditionally
- I would empty out myself and ask God to fill me with His Spirit, moment by moment, day by day
Yes, as we talk about newness...may we pray for a brand new world and a brand new me. "The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man (or woman) availeth much." Multiply one person's prayer by millions and millions and just think what we might experience! Something new to look forward to for sure! Oh God, may it be so...and let it begin with me.
Not that Fountain City was a huge city, by any means. But it certainly was many times larger than Norris. As a matter of fact, it was, at the time, the largest unincorporated city in the nation. It had not yet been annexed by the City of Knoxville. It was March when we moved, so I was going into a fourth grade class that was nearing the end of the school year. I went into Shannondale on that cold March morning, not knowing a soul...I'll never forget Mrs Fox, the principal, walking Mother and me down the long hall to Mrs Richardson's room. I was kind of scared...nervous...anxious. Mrs Richardson was so nice and welcoming; I soon felt right at home and made many friends who are still my friends! (We are having our 45th high school reunion this July; I'll see many of them again...53 years after meeting several of them that day in March 1959!)
Yes, that move gave me a taste of "newness" in many ways. New friends, new neighbors, a new school, a new church, new experiences, a new town where buses ran, with stop lights!, and more than one filling station and restaurant like I was used to!
In the sermon Sunday, our pastor asked, "For what do we pray?" His answer, in short, was: for a brand new world...and for a brand new me. I've thought about this all week...about a new world, a new me. What changes would I wish for our world? How would I be different, as a new me? Those are large questions, with many answers. Here's my view, nutshell version:
- My new world would be peaceful, free of war and strife
- It would be free of drought and famine and disease
- It would be God-centered
- It would be a land where people cared more for each other than being obscessed with selfish desires
- It would have its priorities straight
- It would be void of bigotry and prejudice and meanness
- All children would have the chance to live in good homes with good parents and unlimited opportunities
- A new me would closely follow Jesus
- I would be consistent
- I would be loving and giving always
- Fairness and wisdom and humility would be my benchmarks
- I would witness with my life and actions
- I would put others first
- I would leave judgment to God and love unconditionally
- I would empty out myself and ask God to fill me with His Spirit, moment by moment, day by day
Yes, as we talk about newness...may we pray for a brand new world and a brand new me. "The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man (or woman) availeth much." Multiply one person's prayer by millions and millions and just think what we might experience! Something new to look forward to for sure! Oh God, may it be so...and let it begin with me.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
A Murphy's Law-kind-of-day
It's been one of those mornings. You know: the Murphy's Law kind. Nothing horrible but just irritating and frustrating. We just got home from a wonderful week with the Florida Heatherly's, so I was pretty much "set up" for something, if you know what I mean...kind of like the day after Christmas or first day after vacation ends. When you've had lots of fun and been extra happy, you are bound to be a little let-down...so Murphy's Law catches you a little quicker, I think.
I set out early to accomplish my to-do list: pick up mail at PO; take watch for repair (again) and discuss why other repair was done, without an estimate first, as requested; get tea from McDonald's (you know me and my tea!); pick up tax packet from CPA; go to grocery store.
So here's a short version of what happened: in the mail was a corrected form to submit to CPA (after CPA has already finished preparing the taxes!) ...not good...jeweler got the watch going quickly (good!) but copped an attitude when I asked why he repaired the other one without calling me with an estimate first. He tried to blame his worker for it, then tried the guilt-trip thing with me ("you can pay or not, you decide"...then took the Lord's name in vain. I chose not to pay. I'll discuss this with hubby and get back to you on what our final decision is :( Part of me thinks I made a good decision; the other part of me wonders. Guess I'll be finding another jeweler either way.
Then, on to McDonald's for my half sweet/half unsweetened tea, with three lemon slices. Drive-thru only since they are under construction. So, I park to doctor my tea, and guess what? It's VERY sweet. Oh well, I can handle this. No big deal. I just need a little totally unsweet to add to it...and mission accomplished. Around I go, through the drive-thru again, and the nice little man apologizes and says, no indeed, you get a whole new tea on the house! And with smiles, no less.
On west to the CPA's. I presented the corrected forms and luckily, the form was identical to the one I had taken earlier; so no changes were necessary! This day is getting better! Then, before I drove back home, I opened the tax package and noted we owe the Federal government a sizable amount, the State of Tennessee a sizable amount, and each quarter through next January we owe sizable amounts! Boo and hiss. Not good. Social security did us in! Good problem, though, all in all. I do like getting my little check each month :)
I am glad to report that nothing bad happened at the grocery store. I stocked up, paid, and got home without a single incident.
All this to say, irritating things happened, but it's all ok. I listened all morning to my Christian CDs as I drove about, and they spoke to me in a positive way, as usual. It made me realize how small my irritations were, in the larger scope of things. I recalled a message from our good friend Tommy G a few weeks ago, and with his permission, I'll share a lesson he learned and passed on to me, for such a time as this:
"Here is an experience I had the other day as I was trying to put Max down for a nap. He had been running around all morning and playing hard - so we put a baby DVD into the player to let him watch as he dozed off. Well that didn't happen. So I picked him up and laid him against me and put my arms around him. Well, he still wanted to get up and take off, so I just hugged him a little closer and he was asleep within 5 minutes. Here is what I learned from my grandson: In my life, I am running around all day and playing hard; and Jesus says, 'Tommy, sit down and smell the roses.' But I am so busy I don't really do that. So He picks me up and holds me against His chest and He lets me struggle a little, but then He pulls me closer, and I feel His breathing and it puts me at ease. Before I know it, I am completely relaxed and lost in Him (just as Max was so sound asleep and at peace in my arms.) So this little experience with Max brought home to me that if we will just let go, we can be at complete peace and be at rest in the arms of the One who loves us so."
So, next time I find myself in situations like I experienced today, I'll think of Tommy's story and its moral...and how blessed I am...and loved...and how little bitty my "problems" really are. I'll slow down, smell those roses, quit struggling and just rest and relax in peace...the peace that passes understanding. I'll keep playing my music and listening for its messages to me. And being grateful for good friends who point me to Jesus, who is the answer to everything we face, big or small.
I set out early to accomplish my to-do list: pick up mail at PO; take watch for repair (again) and discuss why other repair was done, without an estimate first, as requested; get tea from McDonald's (you know me and my tea!); pick up tax packet from CPA; go to grocery store.
So here's a short version of what happened: in the mail was a corrected form to submit to CPA (after CPA has already finished preparing the taxes!) ...not good...jeweler got the watch going quickly (good!) but copped an attitude when I asked why he repaired the other one without calling me with an estimate first. He tried to blame his worker for it, then tried the guilt-trip thing with me ("you can pay or not, you decide"...then took the Lord's name in vain. I chose not to pay. I'll discuss this with hubby and get back to you on what our final decision is :( Part of me thinks I made a good decision; the other part of me wonders. Guess I'll be finding another jeweler either way.
Then, on to McDonald's for my half sweet/half unsweetened tea, with three lemon slices. Drive-thru only since they are under construction. So, I park to doctor my tea, and guess what? It's VERY sweet. Oh well, I can handle this. No big deal. I just need a little totally unsweet to add to it...and mission accomplished. Around I go, through the drive-thru again, and the nice little man apologizes and says, no indeed, you get a whole new tea on the house! And with smiles, no less.
On west to the CPA's. I presented the corrected forms and luckily, the form was identical to the one I had taken earlier; so no changes were necessary! This day is getting better! Then, before I drove back home, I opened the tax package and noted we owe the Federal government a sizable amount, the State of Tennessee a sizable amount, and each quarter through next January we owe sizable amounts! Boo and hiss. Not good. Social security did us in! Good problem, though, all in all. I do like getting my little check each month :)
I am glad to report that nothing bad happened at the grocery store. I stocked up, paid, and got home without a single incident.
All this to say, irritating things happened, but it's all ok. I listened all morning to my Christian CDs as I drove about, and they spoke to me in a positive way, as usual. It made me realize how small my irritations were, in the larger scope of things. I recalled a message from our good friend Tommy G a few weeks ago, and with his permission, I'll share a lesson he learned and passed on to me, for such a time as this:
"Here is an experience I had the other day as I was trying to put Max down for a nap. He had been running around all morning and playing hard - so we put a baby DVD into the player to let him watch as he dozed off. Well that didn't happen. So I picked him up and laid him against me and put my arms around him. Well, he still wanted to get up and take off, so I just hugged him a little closer and he was asleep within 5 minutes. Here is what I learned from my grandson: In my life, I am running around all day and playing hard; and Jesus says, 'Tommy, sit down and smell the roses.' But I am so busy I don't really do that. So He picks me up and holds me against His chest and He lets me struggle a little, but then He pulls me closer, and I feel His breathing and it puts me at ease. Before I know it, I am completely relaxed and lost in Him (just as Max was so sound asleep and at peace in my arms.) So this little experience with Max brought home to me that if we will just let go, we can be at complete peace and be at rest in the arms of the One who loves us so."
So, next time I find myself in situations like I experienced today, I'll think of Tommy's story and its moral...and how blessed I am...and loved...and how little bitty my "problems" really are. I'll slow down, smell those roses, quit struggling and just rest and relax in peace...the peace that passes understanding. I'll keep playing my music and listening for its messages to me. And being grateful for good friends who point me to Jesus, who is the answer to everything we face, big or small.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Conversations
Barrett has become quite the conversationalist! This past week he's outdone himself with expressions worthy of "best ever" awards. For example: I was holding him, when he looked up and said, "E-mommy pretty!" Oh, be still my soul: isn't that just so sweet! (If only it were true)....then he looked at John and said, "E-daddy pretty!" Now that was just so funny. John said, "I don't think I've ever been told that before!"
Our son has always played music for Barrett...everything from classical to country to rock to kiddy nursery rhymes. Last night he put on a music video by Weird Al Y. Barrett rocked out to the familiar tune, then said, "That's a good song!" Devereux rolled her eyes and said, "He's brainwashed." Of course Johnny loved it!
Then, after his bath, Barrett got to watch an episode of Curious George before bed. In this particular one, George was afraid of the dark...and monsters. At one point, Devereux said, "I hope this doesn't scare him." Just about that time, Barrett sat up straight and said, "George...monsters! Afraid of dark!" Then "I'm afraid of the dark." So we spent some time reassuring him it was all make believe, that the monsters were gone, that George got over being afraid of the dark, etc. It must have worked because he went right to bed and has slept 12 hours so far!
Yes, listening to our sweet little 2 year old grandson engaging in conversation has been one of the recent highlights of our lives with him. He is sweet and funny and smart, and we're very prejudiced, of course. We learned something last night: he listens and he thinks and takes in most everything he sees and hears. There are all kinds of influences out there. It's up to us all to fill his world with good stuff, then to explain and turn scary experiences into teachable moments so that he goes away with positive lessons. I'll let you know what gems of conversations he comes out with today! I'm betting it'll be something memorable!
Our son has always played music for Barrett...everything from classical to country to rock to kiddy nursery rhymes. Last night he put on a music video by Weird Al Y. Barrett rocked out to the familiar tune, then said, "That's a good song!" Devereux rolled her eyes and said, "He's brainwashed." Of course Johnny loved it!
Then, after his bath, Barrett got to watch an episode of Curious George before bed. In this particular one, George was afraid of the dark...and monsters. At one point, Devereux said, "I hope this doesn't scare him." Just about that time, Barrett sat up straight and said, "George...monsters! Afraid of dark!" Then "I'm afraid of the dark." So we spent some time reassuring him it was all make believe, that the monsters were gone, that George got over being afraid of the dark, etc. It must have worked because he went right to bed and has slept 12 hours so far!
Yes, listening to our sweet little 2 year old grandson engaging in conversation has been one of the recent highlights of our lives with him. He is sweet and funny and smart, and we're very prejudiced, of course. We learned something last night: he listens and he thinks and takes in most everything he sees and hears. There are all kinds of influences out there. It's up to us all to fill his world with good stuff, then to explain and turn scary experiences into teachable moments so that he goes away with positive lessons. I'll let you know what gems of conversations he comes out with today! I'm betting it'll be something memorable!
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