God Gives Us a Wonderful Life

I saw the tail end of "It's A Wonderful Life" the other night. It really made me pause and think about everything. Not just my life, but a lot of things. Most of us are extremely blessed. At times we don't realize it but we are. Why is that ? Why does the "bad" stuff impact us more? Probably because it's bad. When life is good we pretty much take it for granted.
I try really hard to be positive. Since I used to be pretty negative. It's a habit I'm trying to kick. As I went through this holiday season I tried to stay upbeat and focus on the birth of Jesus. Though rushing around, I felt like I did a fairly decent job. While rushing, I noticed a "rash" on one of my daughters feet. Kept an eye on it for a few days and decided to take her in because it wasn't disappearing. The next thing I'm hearing is blood tests, platelet levels and chem 7's. I was terrified. So was my husband. I couldn't sleep. The next day while trying to return the nurse's phone call I was put on hold for ten minutes. I'm ashamed to admit I raged at God and told Him He was cruel. This after having a feeling He'd put on my heart that she'd be fine. Not the positive attitude I was going for.
Eventually, we made contact and all tests were normal. She is fine. I am so relieved I can't even cry. I'm not worried anymore about the fact that not one gift is wrapped. I'm not worried about our Christmas plans that seem to change every other day. Not worried. Just thankful. For my wonderful life given to me by my wonderful Father.

God and Santa

When I was a child, I loved Santa. I loved him even more than Mr. Rodgers. He was a kind man who gave me hugs, ate the cookies I set out for him with lots of love, and gave me awesome presents. I'd like to clarify that Santa did not wrap his gifts for me; they were ready and waiting when I awoke on Christmas morning. He knew I didn't like to deal with paper. I had enough anticipation waiting for Christmas. I didn't need the wrappings.
I knew the real meaning of Christmas. But, I have to admit, Santa was who I concentrated on more as a child. I've learned to not do that with my own children. We talk about baby Jesus. We talk about how Santa is the fun part of Christmas and where his story came from. We discuss how Jesus is the reason we celebrate Christmas. And we certainly tell His story.
Do we ever blur the lines with Jesus and Santa? I'm sure we all have. How does the song go? "He knows when you're sleeping, He knows when you're awake, He knows if you've been bad or good so be good for goodness sake." We all knew that if you were bad, Santa would know. And there would be no presents. I always guessed Santa forgave me for going into my closet when I was mad at my mother and, well, cussing her out. I don't think I've ever admitted that before. I knew God knew too but I worried more about Santa.
It was God though, who forgave me. And God who sent His Son to earth in humble beginnings to one day die for my sins. (This includes aforementioned closet cursing.) That is a gift I do enjoy unwrapping every day, being Christmas or not. Not usually found under a tree, but felt in my heart.

The Patience of God

The Christmas season is upon us. How many times have we heard this in the past week? Or month? Why does Christmas start so early? People say we are greedy. Just look at Black Friday! This could be greed. It certainly smells like it. But, could it also be, (unintentionally of course because why would the retailers do anything considerate or positive?), a way to help people in a financial crunch spread their money out over a few months? Then December is not a time of scraping by and bouncing checkbooks? I'm throwing it out there; do with it what you'd like.
Our pastor is talking about advent. Advent means waiting and preparing for the Christ child. It does not mean waiting in absurdly long lines because you ventured into your favorite (and cheapest) store to buy the bath soap you forgot while making your weekly haul of groceries. Seriously, that's not the point.
If we give retailers the benefit of the doubt and a tired cashier a friendly smile even though we had to wait, isn't that more the point? Being patient with an employee who was hired for the Christmas season and hasn't quite mastered the computer may be hard but their appreciative smile is worth it. Believe me, I've been there.
We wait on the Christ child, don't we? Our children can hardly wait. And, let's face it, as adults there is some satisfaction of ripping open the paper and finding what you really wanted for Christmas!
I think about how God waits on us. We forget Him alot and try to handle things on our own. But there He is, patiently waiting for us to listen to Him so we can learn to open up who He truly meant for us to be. A beautiful gift to others and to Him. Reflecting God's goodness and mercy. Loving unconditionally and forgiving easily. Showing His patience to our children, spouse and others. Giving of ourselves as Jesus gave Himself for us. He really is the best gift of all.

Thankful for the Giving

Well, we survived Thanksgiving. It was a good day but always different doing it at our home instead of going to my Mom's. Needless to say, a nap was in order for all of us when it was over.
I started on Wednesday with a turkey breast in the crock pot. Easy enough. Then, started to make the cranberry dressing and realized we really needed a blender for that. Our little shake maker couldn't quite kick it. I thought I had a blender but no matter how long I looked in the pantry it did not magically appear. Bummer. So, my wonderful husband, who had taken the week off, ran to get one.
I then started the pumpkin pie. I realized again we were missing one of the ingredients for that. I'd just like to state for the record, I really thought I was more organized than this for the big feast. I wasn't too upset until I noticed my husband didn't have his cell. Wow... was this a small picture for what was to come on Thursday?
We overslept on Thursday. Not to worry, it's only us I told myself. I asked my oldest to help with the dressing, my middle the sweet potatoes and my youngest the noodles. My husband babied the rolls so long and so well they had better be good, I told myself. Everyone was giving their time and talents to the family Thanksgiving. I swallowed any annoyance and pushed on patiently.
Finally, everything was ready. We had a great time culminating in learning my middle child's newest talent-balancing a marshmellow on the nose. This was after said child had the traditional cheese pizza for Thanksgiving dinner. My life is never dull. And that's okay. The joy is in the giving. The giving of laughter and memories. It's also okay that some things were runnier than usual and drier than usual. But that's life. And I'm extremely thankful for it.

Giving Thanks

The holidays are here! The holidays are here! Wow! Whether you are feeling panicked or excited it is time to prepare ourselves. Take a deep breath because here we go!
Usually Thanksgiving consists of going to my parents and gathering the family together to eat and have fun. We visit with cousins, aunts and uncles we don't see that often. My mother hosts it and asks everyone to bring something. I remember the last Thanksgiving both of her parents, my grandparents, were alive. I was pregnant and most of the smells I love were not so inviting to my olfactory senses.
I recall most of all my mother's near hysteria. She was worried about everything from the meal to my grandparents traveling alone. After one particularly stressful phone call, I sort of wanted to throttle her, at least verbally. Instead, God touched my heart to lift her up in prayer. I felt God telling me, "Remind her to concentrate on giving thanks instead of the stress of Thanksgiving."
I sent her a religious Thanksgiving card and told her that very thing. I even gave a few hints on what she should be thankful for like the health of all of her family members and the fact she'd be enjoying Thanksgiving with both of her parents. Alot of people don't get to share in that joy anymore. I don't know how much it helped but I tried to bring to light the positives.
Now, I need to remember that advice. I'm fine with Thanksgiving. I like to cook and my husband does too. He's a ton of help and so are our kids. But still, I can run into a panic. So, I remind myself to take more than a moment to give thanks. God is good. He loves us. He has blessed us. Richly. We may not understand Him. We may challenge Him. But He does have a plan. To prosper us and uplift us. We just have to trust Him. Not always easy but always right. Be thankful he's got your back unlike any other. Give thanks for that and everything else He's put on your plate this Thanksgiving. Make no mistake-it's there. Right next to the mashed potatoes.

Thank You God For Our Veterans

This Veteran's Day I did something I have always wanted to do. I took our kids to the Veteran's Day Parade. It was a beautiful day and parking was not difficult. My friend who we stood with told me, "I'm just warnin' you. I get pretty weepy at this parade." Well, that makes two of us.
I thought about my grandfather, my great uncles and cousins who were/are veterans. I swallowed down so many lumps in my throat it was difficult to breathe. Who leaves family and friends and the only home they've known to go to a foreign land and fight for their country? Suffering hardships we can't even imagine so we don't have to imagine living in a country without our freedom. A freedom we all have taken for granted. Who gives like that so unselfishly? A veteran does. And given the chance to do their life all over they'd change nothing. They would serve honorably again and again.
I talked to my kids about the different wars. They didn't understand at first about the men in the blue coats marching in the parade. I told them that was to honor the Civil War veterans because they are all in heaven now. They wanted to know what POW and MIA meant. I explained as best I could about the prisoners of war and the men and women who never came home. I could tell they were really listening because they asked really thoughtful questions. And they wanted more answers and explanations than I could give.
During the parade a veteran caught my eye and said, "Thank you." He was thanking me? No, I needed to thank him. For his sacrifice and service. And though I didn't get the chance, I did thank God. For our country, our freedom and our veterans.

God's Driving Lessons

When our oldest started Driver's Ed., my dad made the comment that my husband would be the teacher. Slightly miffed, I rose to the challenge. True, my husband does have the patience of a saint (because he basically is one) but I was out to prove I could be a patient teacher of driving skills extraordinaire too.
Out we went and I am slightly pleased to say I only screamed four times. Mostly because the other children were in the car and I didn't want to lose everyone at once. My husband on the other hand, yelled alot. Where did that patience go? Left it in the ditch we almost landed in I'm guessing.
Acquiring the minutes for license acquisition was grueling. Finally we got there. Driving through construction was done fairly well. Driving through anything went fairly well. So, we were off.
Prayers were said. Test taken. License received. Now about that car... My mother-in-law said when they drive somewhere alone the first time, oh how you will pray. She was right. Especially after the horrific video we had to watch about new drivers and fatal accidents for our insurance. I cried during the whole thing. The interviews with the parents reduced me to the fetal position. I informed our new driver, "There will be no joyriding. Whatsoever." I received a solemn nod and a "Yes m'am." Oh, if said newest driver to our family knew the stuff I used to pull!
God, I know, will ride with our child. His driving lessons speak to the driver's heart, soul and head. It is my hope and prayer they will listen. Isn't there a song, "Jesus Take the Wheel?" This has become my mantra. And I know He will.

God's Chicken Noodle Soup

Has anyone ever noticed that when mom is sick things don't stop? I mean we may be able to catch a cat nap but lying in the bed all day is usually out. Unless the Angel of Death is hovering visibly in the corner of the room where the rest of the family can see him/her, you're still on duty. Interesting because when anyone else in the family is sick, mom's schedule becomes null and void. She becomes nurse mom able to leap to get the vomit bucket in a single bound and get everything else done too. She looks good in her red tights though the cape can become a hazard. Bullet deflecting bracelets like Wonder Woman's aren't really practical unless you want them covered in mucus or vomit or something even worse.
I have some viral thing at the moment. I've learned that though my kids love me and my husband really is a great help, I'm pretty much on my own. I have been napping in the afternoon. I've learned that I have to take care of myself. When my husband gets home he'll help where he can as will my kids. I do appreciate that. Some women don't even get that. It's sad to me what some spouses expect from their wives. No understanding follows. So really, I'm blessed. When I had surgery a few years ago my husband took off. And today he brought me flowers. Yes, I am blessed.
I guess my message is to take care of yourselves when you are sick. Don't feel guilty about frozen pizza for supper or piles of unwashed laundry. Unfortunately that laundry isn't going anywhere. And as for the lack of sympathy, know God is there beside you. Pray for yourself and your family. Sometimes I think it scares them when we are sick. Supermom is down for the count? Unfathomable! Who will make my lunch and iron my shirt and bring my forgotten library book to school? Remember the battle is not ours; it is the Lord's. And His chicken noodle soup is the sweetest you've ever tasted.

God's Treats

Well, it was the usual Halloween rush for us. A quick dinner. Running our oldest to a Halloween party. Getting costumes we thought were ready together. Buying a bit more candy just to be sure. Finding a way to encase the dog so she doesn't scare the trick-or-treaters. Crazy fun!
Until I moved up north, I'd never known people who didn't celebrate Halloween. I've met adults who find it scary and want nothing to do with it. I was in a Bible study with a woman who really went off on it. I felt a little attacked. So I told her, "Like anything else, Halloween is what you make it. Make it scary and it will be. Make it fun and you will have tons. We make it a time for fall, beautiful colors, pumpkins, gourds and candy corn. We thank God for the farmers and their hard work all year round. We thank Him for a good harvest. Of all the scary costumes out there, there are so much more that are funny, pretty or strikingly original. My favorite? An outhouse!" She just glared at me. Oh well.
I don't mean to make fun of anyone. You don't like Halloween then that's your choice. I do get people who are scared by it. But, there's a small part of me that enjoys that. I have great memories of trick-or-treating in my small hometown. Going to friends' houses and favorite teachers. My grandparents was always the best. Can you say "Motherload" ? Because they sure could!
As we got older it was haunted houses and haunted woods. And some other stuff I plead the fifth on.
However you feel about it, I like to think of the religious significance of it. Being a huge fan of Martin Luther we celebrate Reformation Day at church. That's when Big Marty nailed his 95 theses on the church door. Didn't go over too well. I guess that makes us the protesters of the protester. Groovey.
Our Catholic friends celebrate All Hallow's Eve and All Saints Day. I believe my celtic ancestors brought the tradition over. They believed the hobgoblins were out on the 31st and dressing like them would keep them unawares and the humans safe. Good plan really.
This year I really reflected on God's treats as a bunch of kids sang, "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" when I opened the door. How cool is that? Totally broke the two piece candy rule on that one! It made me think about Christmas. There was a chill in the air afterall. It made me think of all we've been blessed with. Enough for a pretty good life. Enough to buy costumes for our kids and candy for the neighborhood kiddos. To laugh and love and even get some exercise as we retrieved candy. Seeing some incredibly creative costumes and talking to friends. Though few things compare to chocolate, God's treats far outweigh anything I can think of!

God's Calm

After a quick trip to celebrate a first birthday party I was reminded once again about stress levels. Not only mine but that of my loved ones.
Not only did we have a leaky tire, we had to buy two new ones. The next day, one of the new ones was flat. Talk about stress considering we had a seven-at least-hour drive ahead of us. It was all so mind boggling for me I couldn't even concentrate. It was also disheartening to find my sister in her kitchen upset because she was running late for the party. I told her not to worry about it, it was only a party and we'd all help her. Then I was whisked back to my kids' parties. We really delude ourselves into thinking we can do it all and it will be perfect.
So, I hushed up, said a quick prayer, and asked what was left to do. Darn, I ended up giving the baby a bath. For a doting aunt, this is SUCH an inconvenience! We had fun splashing and scrubbing and rub-a-dub-dubbing. I was able to help feed her and put on some good smelling lotion too. The pink party tutu was accessed at the party by her Momma.
The party was, of course, a huge success thanks to all my sister's planning and organization. Food was abundant and icing was all over the baby! Great-Grans got to hold and feed and generally spoil our little one year old properly. Pictures were taken and presents were opened. It was a good time all around. And the stress all fell away.
On our ride home-and yes, the tires held up-thank you Jesus-I was reading a new book I'd been wanting to take a look at for a Bible study. I came across a verse or two from scripture that really gave me pause. "Stand firm and see the deliverance I will give you. The battle is Mine, not yours." Wow and double wow. Now, I realize a birthday party is not a battle. Well, not most of the time usually. But stress is. It isn't easy to let things go when you want everything to look nice and go well. It's been a hard lesson for me to learn. And I spend alot of time relearning it. I like to think I am getting there.
What would happen if we just lifted up our "battle plan" for everything we face and said, "There you go Lord. Now show me what to do and what's really important. Guide my decision making process to show Your wisdom. Thanks." We'd feel a calm unknown to us most of the time settle on our hearts. We'd be able to trim the fat and have a workable stragedy. Did I mention the calm? I'm going to again. Why? When it occurs for me there is nothing like it. It is God's. A gift to us when we are flailing. And I am always flailing.
Remember to seek God's calming love whatever battle you find yourself facing. It is the calming peace that passes all understanding.

God's Priority

This weekend we are heading South for my niece's first birthday. I am really excited but not about the seven or so hour drive- and that's one way folks. We can split it up at my parents but on Sunday we make the long haul. I could say it isn't fun, the ride lasts an eternity, etc. but I'm working hard on the positive. Seeing my niece. Seeing all my nieces and nephews. It will be fun for my kids to see their cousins and enjoy a visit.
I'm already giving myself the pep talk for a different trip down. We are NOT going to watch movies all the way down there. We are going to play games everyone can participate in including the driver. We will eat some nutritional snacks. We will NOT veg out on hand held games. So help me. And I mean that literally.
I find as I critique myself as a parent that at times it is easier to check out than check in. I hate that. We have to figure out things to do with our children. And here's the sticking point: don't ask them, tell them. We are making a batch of cookies. NOW! And so help me, you will enjoy your time with your mother! Because that type of family time always works!
Seriously, when I begin to question the time we spend as a family, I many times get a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I can let this feeling run away with my imagination or I can ask for some help. My friends have good ideas and so does my husband. But, once again, I am stunned at the ideas I know God is putting on my heart. This past weekend I asked my daughter if she'd like to paint some pictures with me using the left over painting kits from her birthday. Yes, I asked which may have been my first mistake. However, though she declined the paints, she did offer another suggestion. We read three more chapters in a book we were reading together this summer! Wow! It was so much fun!
I really felt God's guidance here. I was so appreciative of Him giving her the idea! I know I've written about family time before. I know I've written about God looking at the small things in our hearts and hearing them as much as the bigger things. This though was special. As we sift through the day to day we need to take time to check in with our families. If we are too busy to do that, then we are too busy. God is never too busy for us. We were so much a priority to Him that He sent His son to take on our sins and die for us. Prayer and a relationship with God should be our first priority so all the other ones fall into place. I know this, I just have to remember it! It's my prayer for my family and for yours also!

Seeing God in Miracles

This past week the world watched as thirty-three miners were pulled from a dark "safe room" around a half mile below the surface to safety. After seventy days they were reunited with their families. The news coverage was extensive. And some of the comments before they reached the "real world" were anything but positive.
A few experts said life as they knew it was changed forever. Reuniting with their families would consist of getting to know each other again. They'd be in the media spotlight and offered more money than they'd know what to do with. Movie and book deals would follow. The attention would be overwhelming.
I'm not an expert. I can't imagine what is in store for these men and their families. But naysayers really bug me. Can we look at the positive? None of these experts mentioned that. These men endured more than two months of hardship like few people I have ever known. They are survivors. They became family-lifting one another up when things were bleak. One of the men is from Bolivia. The president of his country of origin visited him in the hospital offering him land and a job if he came home. He graciously rejected the offer. He said he wanted to stay in his new home with his brothers. Doesn't sound like this particular gentlemen was swayed by money. He was swayed by his underground family.
Another man said he met God and the devil. God won. Yes, God won. Hopefully He won over all those men's hearts as they survived so far below. He lifted them up while they were still stuck down there. He kept them safe. He kept them safer as they traveled up to meet their families in that cramped little capsule. The walls of the tunnel held. The whole story is indeed a miracle. Do people see God in that? I really hope so. I know the miners did.

What God Sees

I'm writing this post with a very heavy heart. It is horrible how so many young people have taken their lives here in the past few weeks. And, let's face it, the reason comes down to they were "different". It doesn't matter how they were different, they just were.
But here is my question: Aren't we all different? The answer is a resounding yes! When I was young, I was teased because I was tall, overweight, and awkward. Gym class was more than my own personal bane-it was torture. The very wierd thing was, I teased other kids. You'd think that wasn't so, but it was.
I see it with my kids too. They have all gone through it. As a leader for several of their groups I've talked to these kids-known bullies and covert ones. They all agree it's wrong. They all agree they don't like it when it happens to them. They all give the right answers. Get out on the playground and it's another story.
Fighting back isn't an option. Then the bully-ee gets in trouble. Really? When we were kids and told the teacher, "So and so hit me," the teacher's response was,"Go hit them back." My sisters who are teachers say they can't tell kids that anymore. The thinking is that type of response breeds violence. I wonder if it doesn't nip bullying in the bud? It did when we were kids.
I've known teachers and principals who turn a blind eye and teachers who would watch their class while on the playground, in music, in art, etc. One such teacher told me she was stunned. And the bullying stopped in her class.
I don't know why teachers aren't more proactive. As a parent, I've said plenty when I see other people's kids misbehave whether I'm in charge of a group or a passerby. I truly feel as a Christian mom God expects it. To ignore it reminds me a little too much of The Good Samitaran parable. Plus, I'm the adult God put in that place at the time. Don't tell me He didn't have a reason.
When I think about God and bullying, I often see him putting his arms around both the victim and the bully. A bully bullies to feel power. They are insecure about something. And the victim is their target. I remember reading in my Bible that God sees man's heart. Man only sees the outside of someone. I wish we would all try a little harder to see people's hearts. Look for what God sees. The vision can be a real eye opener.

God's Words

During the last month, I've been reminded of one of my favorite Bible verses. It's from James and it says something to the effect of, "With the same tongue we bless God and curse men. Little children, this should not be so." Wow, says a mouthful. No pun intended. I have a friend who said to me that if God came down and showed us how what we said hurt someone by replaying it for us and seeing how badly we'd hurt said person, we'd be more than upset with ourselves. We'd be stunned. We'd also watch our words much more carefully.
We have all said things we shouldn't. Sometimes it really isn't meant the way it is taken. Sometimes though, being our sinful selves, we may not care or even worse, use hurtful words on purpose. Sure, it all sounds so first grade but where did we learn to bully speaking words that cut? For some of us it was on the playground. Sadly, for others, it was at home.
Jesus talks about lifting each other up in prayer. We do this of course. But He also wants us to lift each other up with the words we use face to face. What words would God use? Even when we mess up, He gently guides us back to where we are suppose to be. That's mercy defined-loosely. Mercy actually is not punishing us as we deserve. Hence, sending Jesus to take on our misdeeds. God pours out so much love on us it is unbelievable. Yet, believing is what gets us through. Prayer is good too.
What if we all tried to take a second before we speak and ask God to guide our words. Better yet, what if we asked Him to give us His words to use? To build up, to correct, to redirect and to love. God's words. Give 'em a try!

God is God

We went to the local apple tree farm this weekend. I have to admit, I love that place! While my husband visited with his parents, I took the girls through the corn maze. I blew off the map; I mean, really how hard would it be to find our way out? Okay--really hard. Finally my claustrophobia and patience were getting to me. I could hear cars and see the road. I blazed my own trail out of there. I think it was Walt Whitman who said don't go on the well beaten road but make your own path. I'm paraphrasing but that is what I did, literally.
I think that sums up how we view God's tugging at our hearts to follow his path/plans for us than our own. We know better, don't we? We should but at times we really do think we know better than God. Sometimes, I have to admit, I give God advice. Or worse yet, I give Him multiple choice choices. Because, God needs my help. What a riot. I imagine God sitting in Heaven shaking His head at me. Then, when He does something I haven't even thought to throw His way, I'm awe struck. Wow, I think, God really does knows what He's doing.
I'm glad He's so forgiving and merciful. I'd be in quite a bind if He wasn't. I've thought many times how glad I am God is God and in charge. He really does work things out for the best. Because He is all knowing and all powerful and everywhere at once. 'Cause He's God. 'Nuff said.

The Grandparents are coming!

This weekend we look forward to my in-laws coming for a visit. It will be a fun time filled with good food, good laughter and good fun. My mom-in-law usually brings some goodies with her. We are making a trip to the local apple tree farm and may get in another game of pinochole. The last time we played was the first time for me and the kids. I took notes. Seriously. They're in a folder. Anyhow, we will have a great time.
I was extremely close to my grandparents. My dad's parents lived in the same town. I saw them pretty much every day. On date nights for my parents I'd spend the night. That was pretty much every Saturday. They were another set of parents. I was always well loved and cared for and drank up every minute of it.
My mom's parents lived three or so hours away. We saw them close to once a month. They were fun too. I'd stay with them in the summer for a week. It was awesome being so spoiled!
The memories of my grandparents are so meaningful to me. They were indeed "grand" parents. I miss them a lot. I know they are in Heaven having a great time. I'm glad God blessed me with them.
I pause sometimes and wonder what type of grandmother will I be? Hopefully no time soon but I do think about it. I guess I miss holding a baby or something. I ask God to keep me healthy so when the time does arrive I can pass on the legacy I hold so dear and was so blessed to possess.

God's Artistry

When I was a child I remember hearing in school for the first time the season "fall" being called "autumn". I totally rejected the idea. First, it was fall. It had always been fall to me. Why change? And why change to such a silly sounding word like autumn? What was that about? I stubbornly clung to the word fall.
I grin at that memory. Now, no matter what anyone calls it, I love autumn/fall. The crisp air, a variety of gourds and pumpkins, trips to the local apple farms...Please! The list goes on and on. And at the very top of the list are the beautiful fall colors. Our ash tree has just begun to turn crimson. I am so excited I can hardly stand it. Soon, our maple tree will be yellow. Yellow! And whatever tree turns orange will be beautiful too. I learned after moving north that some trees up here even look blue or purple. And some trees are two different colors. Wow!
Candy corn is out. This is very dangerous for me. I love that candy. My kids are already excited for Halloween. Costumes are complete. I'm beginning to dig out the scarecrow, plastic pumpkins, and friendly witches. My favorite decorations are the complete cast of "It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown". They come complete with costumes for the Peanuts gang.
Some people are uncomfortable with Halloween. I get that. But I only have good memories of trick or treating. And who can beat all that free candy? Of all the scary costumes out there there are hundreds more that aren't scary. I always remind my family to be thankful the farmers are having a good harvest and to pray for them as they work so hard for all of us. I guess I feel as though things are what we make them. You make something scary, it's going to be scary.
I also pause to thank God for his beautiful palette. I mean does anyone landscape like the Almighty? No matter where I look I'm never disappointed. God is a divine artist. He gives us seasons to marvel and behold. Take a moment and pause. Look at God's scenery. It will take you breath away.

God's Schedule

Not too long ago I wrote about God's timing. I had realized we all need to give up out time to God. Let him fill in the day for us. It's amazing how things will fall into place. I'm learning-because I guess I'm just slow or something-it's the same with my schedule.
I try very hard to not over schedule. I hate when we run all day long. Or night for that matter. I love when I've figured out a schedule for the day and then I remember there's one more thing to do! That's when I really feel myself begin to simmer.
Let's face it, sometimes there are just things that have to be done. Like dental appointments. Or grocery shopping. Or laundry. Or forms that need to be filled out and signed. Or my new favorite, "Mom, my belt broke in two or three and I need a new one." Okay, yeah, I'll get right on that honey. Since I have nothing else to do.
So, like I've slowly learned about timing, I asked God for a little help. Actually, a lot of help. In his infinite wisdom, He guided me to make a general schedule. What days things really need to get done and what days are entirely nonnegotiable. It has really helped. I'm finding more pockets of time to write. This is a job. I often think if I was going to the office and had a boss what would happen? I see now God is my boss and I am responsible to Him. He gave me this talent and I need to schedule accordingly. He gave me a helpful husband and kids who don't whine too much about pitching in. I'm very grateful for that. Plus, His benefits package is pretty awesome!

Our Best Friend

I just heard an awesome speaker talk about friends. Today I read a post about friendship on Facebook and I quote, "A good friend will listen when you are angry. Your best friend will walk beside you swinging a baseball bat and sing along with you, 'Someone's gonna get it' ". Though it may sound cruel, I laughed out loud.
The speaker I mentioned talked about how Jesus should always be our best friend. If He indeed is, everyone can see that and your friendship with Him rubs off on your other friends. Wow. I had never thought of that. How very true.
I like to think of Jesus as my best friend but sometimes I feel the need to give Him advice after I pray. Because, you see, He really needs my help. Yeah, I'm serious. I actually give Him advice. What a riot. Even funnier, He never takes it. Likes to do things His way. Makes sense; it is the best way.
We all try to fix things and give advice to our friends. What if we just said to them, "I'll pray for you"? That could be the beginning of them seeing Jesus in us. Now there's an awesome friend.
There are alot of folks whom we can't force religion and Jesus down their throats. We don't think we're doing it, but we may in fact be doing that very thing. I think letting them know we're praying for them is a good first step to letting them know we're Christians. Who doesn't feel a tad bit special knowing someone prayed for them?
Friendship and Jesus go hand in hand. He wants to be our friend and our Heavenly Father. Who can beat that? So let's share that with our friends and be the model of love and friendship Jesus has shown us to be.

God's Time

Time, time time! Do we ever have enough of it? Of course we don't. I try so hard to be organized but it still seems I am racing to keep up and get everything accomplished. There is always one more thing to do! And, time for myself is nonexistent. Dating my husband? Once a month maybe. I work really hard to factor in family time. It doesn't help either that I am a perfectionist. Because then I have guilt about what there wasn't time for!
Another time that has gone by the wayside is friend time. My friends are as busy as me so when do we find time to spend that nonexistent time together? A lunch here and there but many get cancelled not too long after they are scheduled.
God time doesn't happen every day either. I try to pray and read my Bible but sometimes it just doesn't get done. Then, one day, I was so upset about not getting everything done I cried out to God. He didn't say a lot in return but he did give me instant peace. I found so many pockets of time that day to get things accomplished I was shocked. And, I found time for myself!
The Bible tells us God views time differently than we do. A thousand years are a minute to Him and vice versa. His wisdom in all things blows my mind. Then a thought occurred to me. Maybe we don't spend our time as wisely as we should. Taking the time to pray first and then following God's directives for our time is time wisely spent.

The Blessed Ones

As we mark the ninth anniversary of September 11th, I think all of us pause to remember. So many different memories. I was taking kids to school and headed to my Bible study. I didn't believe the secretary I overheard telling another parent what happened. I turned on the radio in my van and of course it was all over the news. I didn't know what to do or where to go. I pulled in at the cleaners and sat there listening to the report more than stunned. Should I take the kids home? Were we really under attack? Did I call my husband and demand he come home too?
By this time another plane had hit the other tower. I don't remember the drive to church. A friend of mine was getting out of her car and she said to me, "One of the towers just fell. My dad and stepmom work a few blocks from there." I wasn't stunned anymore. I went to her immediately. "Have you spoken to them? Are they okay?" "Yes, I finally got through." I then told her the towers couldn't fall. No way.
During Bible study we of course prayed. Many of the girls said they worried what we'd do in retaliation. I picked up my three year old from preschool. After naptime was accomplished I finally turned on the television. There were no words to describe that day. Horrible doesn't even come close. Nothing does.
People ask how could God let this happen? Where was He? The devil had his day was another comment I heard. I don't agree. The devil never has his day. Every day is God's. Every day is a gift from Him. He would never let the devil have that much power. The devil's day was defeated when Christ died and rose from the dead. However, sin and the devil did unfortunately guide the terrorists' decisions.
Where was He? The God I know was right there with the victims. He held the hands of every person on those planes. He gave some the courage to fight back. Some He gave the iniative to call their loved ones. He held the people close to Him caught in those towers. He made sure when the plane hit the Pentagon it was in an area under repair where less people would be working. He also made sure when the plane hit the ground in Pennsylvania that no one else was near that field. And, He was right there carrying all those folks to their Heavenly home when it was time. A perfect home with Him.
We talk about the lucky ones who missed work that day or changed a flight. Two of my cousins were suppose to be on the flight leaving Boston. They changed their travel plans to spend a bit more time with the friends they were visiting. Another cousin works across from the Pentagon and sometimes she and her husband have meetings there. They didn't that day though. A girl I know from college worked in one of the towers. She was about to get on the elevator when the first plane hit. A man off the street ran in, told them what had happened and not to get on. The story she relates of that day was beyond haunting.
I ponder on this. The "lucky ones" survived. The blessed ones are in Heaven with God happier than we can imagine. One day we will all share in that blessing.

God's Homecoming

It has been Homecoming week here and three days beforehand my daughter announced she would be going. No date-thank God-but with friends. I slowly realized that that meant taking her favorite dress to the cleaners. Plus checking on her shoes that went with the dress. During an excruciatingly painful early morning anxiety attack it also meant a corsage. Of which I had a horrible feeling there were none left.
So, after dress cleaning and shoe checking and corsage begging we seemed to be okay. Then, I learned her friends were all going out to eat. Lovely. Another mom and I will be accompanying the dining festivities. Just a precaution...
I have overheard many a frenzied mother these past few weeks talking about matching sons shirts with girlfriends dresses and finding the right shoe for their daughters lovelies. Fun times, fun times.
It made me think about Homecoming when I was younger. Dresses and shoes and flowers. The big dance and the big game. Who would be crowned Homecoming Queen...And a lot of other things I'm glad my daughter doesn't do. And hopefully there's no "yet" in that sentence.
These memories made me ponder God's Homecoming. How will He find our clothes? In our house, scattered everywhere. What about our hair? I have perpetual bad hair days so there's a zero on that score card. What about the big game? God seems to shoot pretty much from the hip so I don't think He plays many games. The final score, however, will be of interest to Him.
When God comes to your home, how will He find it? It is my fervent hope and prayer everyone's final score will be a win-win situation for both home and guests.

God's Driving Lessons

The countdown has begun...Our oldest will be eligible for their driving license at the end of the month. Yikes!
Said driver is pretty cautious behind the wheel. However, said driver doesn't listen as well as they did when first starting out. Rolling of eyes has ensued. Not good.
Despite all they have learned, they still need coaching and coaxing from Mom and Dad. To my great surprise, Dad is more nervous and yells more than Mom. I guess Mr. Phlegmatic does indeed have some buttons to be pushed. Very interesting.
Through it all, we have prayed. Let's face it, even the best drivers who have driven for decades have their moments. And accidents. Add in a little road rage and it can be a scary place out there.
The other day while driving amist the yelling from Dad and the white knuckle moments-only a few-I had a thought. What would God's driving lessons be like? He'd yell less and compliment more. We'd listen loads better. No eye rolling. There's be no accidents because, well, He's God. He's in the driver's seat whether we think we're steering the car or not.
What if, just for fun, we admitted God is always in the driver's seat. Not just when we drive but for life in general. Hmmm...Lo, I am with you always. Sound familiar? Jesus told the disciples that before He ascended into Heaven. And of course, we know He is always with us too. Nice. Makes you rethink an awfully lot of things. Including driving lessons.

God's Tough Love

I just returned from helping out my parents after my Mom's knee replacement surgery. It was...interesting. It was...overwhelming in a way I didn't expect. Once I got into a routine though it was fairly good. Sorta kinda.
I noticed my Mom started doing less after I'd been there. My Dad has Parkinson's and he mostly sat in his chair. Sleeping. Again, interesting. My brother, who is a paramedic/life safer came to check on things alot and finally told me...Mom's taking advantage of you. Hmmmmm... True, there are things my parents do need help with; however, not near as much as I'd thought. Her pain meds weren't "helping" and she wasn't eating. A quick phone call to the doctor should have remedied that. As for the eating, I realize she had no appetite but getting weaker from not eating or only eating a little isn't going to help in the old energy department.
I began to feel like Alice-Curiouser and Curiouser. So, I kicked in the prayers and began the tough love. Didn't work too well; however, God did open my eyes to what really needed to happen. The toughest love of all. I needed to leave. Helping themselves was the best medicine. It got them up and moving.
I stayed as long as I'd planned and then came home. I called after my Mom's appointment and guess what? New pain meds and she was eating. She sounded like a new person. Yes, I could repeat my mantra of "curiouser and curiouser". Instead, I'd like to just thank God for once again leading me in the direction I needed to go. I guess God tough loved me into seeing what I needed to do just like I was trying to do with my Mom. He's pretty cool that way.

God's Back to School Promise

Well, we did it. We registered my middle child for middle school. Remember all the turmoil I was in? You know, there's a reason God is God and a reason why He tells us not to worry. I wish I could remember that better sometimes!
The only glitch in the whole process was that the lockers were out of whack. Something with the computers. Of course, that's what all the new kids worry about the most. The dreaded locker combination. Will it work? Will it not work? Will I be late for class? Will I need to make a will if I am indeed late? I prayed silently for my daughter that despite all that she'd do okay with her locker combination on the first day. We'd been practicing with an old lock of ours. Then, the lady-wait angel-who had been working on the locks to reprogram them came up behind us and offered to fix my child's lock while we were there. "That way he/she can practice." I could've kissed her halo! I should have taken her out to lunch!
This was a true God thing. Never doubt that God not only hears our prayers but He understands our worries. Especially our parental ones. He's a parent too. He's the most giving and unselfish parent ever known to us. And He's our parent. The perfect Father.

God's Back to School List

It is getting to be that time of year. Almost a month ago Back to School sales were starting. I laughed their way as we languished in the month of vacation before us. Now, I'm not laughing.
As a kid, I never really liked school. Maybe it was because I had undiagnosed ADD. Maybe it's because when Spring came around I really wanted to be outside. (I mean, let's face it, we'd been hibernating all winter except for the occasional sledding activity.) And maybe it was because swimming was one of the best things ever. I dunno. I just know when school approached, I felt like I had hives.
My husband was nice enough to get the school supplies. He's very good at looking for what we have left over from last year and surmising what we really need for this year. And, I am very appreciative. Plus he understands that Back to School shopping makes me crabby and nauseous.
Everything is labeled now. Yes, I was able to bring myself to do that job. Soon we'll go for registration. Our oldest is up for another year in high school and our youngest is back at our dependable elementary building. But, our middle is headed to the middle. Middle school to be exact.
I'm sure things will go fine. Said middle child doesn't seem too uptight. In fact, when I asked how said child felt about moving on I received a shrug and a grunt. I told my husband this translates into, "I have to spend three years in this flippin' place".
As I said, I'm sure things will go fine for our middle one. But, I am swallowing back tears as I post this. It isn't because yet another "baby" is growing up. I'm just worried. Aren't I entitled? But I don't get it. High school for our oldest didn't bother me. It seemed time to move on. However, our oldest has always been independant. Not that our middle isn't; just not as vocal about it. More sighs, less "I can do it myself, my way". I'm learning to listen to the sighs more and back off. OK-it's a slow process but a sure one.
I think too I really like having my kids home. I miss them when they go back even on the days when I think I won't. This is when having God to reach out to really is comforting. I even get down on my knees so He knows I mean business. You know, in case He was wondering or something. I ask for protection for my kids and the blessings of a good year full of good friends and patient teachers. Then, I start bawling uncontrollably asking for courage and control for myself. I'm also reminded that my kids are really God's kids. He's blessed me with them and I'm trying really hard not to mess them up.
Do you ever wonder what's on God's back to school list? I imagine He hopes all His children will trust in Him to bless them with an awesome year!
Welcome back to school everyone! Whether it be elementary, middle, high or college-Welcome back!

The Square Brown Bowl

I have returned from my writer's conference feeling very good and much informed. It's a great feeling when things start to repeat and click! Meeting with two wonderful publishers was not nearly as scary as I'd thought! Whew!
The time spent with my husband was great too. R & R and exploring the coast was fantastic!
Now we are home and it is back to the usual. I really did miss my fam! So, as I settle into the life as it is or may be, I noticed one of my favorite things about my husband's and my bathroom. It's just a simple bowl but it has a sentimental meaning to me.
When we decided to paint our bathroom we used the created mixture my husband threw together. It's sort of a goldish color. Kind of. Same color as our bedroom. I felt that browns, blacks and a nice warm red/burgundy would be good to accesorize our newly created area. I also felt it might be nice not to make it too girly since my husband uses it too.
I took my time and by and by added pieces here and there. In my attempt not to make it too effeminate, I found a very nice brown, square bowl. My husband needed something to put his change, cell phone, keys, etc. into at the end of the day. (The one he was using had violets on it.) This square bowl called to me I admit. It said "look at me...I'm masculine..." So, I bought it. I was very excited to place it in the bathroom by my husband's sink and surprise him.
When he arrived home I followed him upstairs. I showed him the bowl. I was even a little shy about it. Actually, I felt guilty about not "manning up" the bathroom before now. As I showed him the bowl and I admitted my guilt.
"This is your bathroom too and I bought a few new things. This bowl said manhood to me. I hope you like it."
Now, my husband is Mr. Phlegmatic. He gets excited but not overly. Unless it's a sporting event. I was expecting a simple thank you. But, instead, he looked at the bowl and said, "I really like it. It is manly. Where is the bowl with the flowers on it?"
"I put it on my desk as an extra container." Wow, I hoped he didn't miss it or something.
"Oh," he said. " I really like my new bowl. Cool designs in the middle of it."
Hmmm...he really seemed to like it. I was so happy. Besides being Mr. P. he is also Mr. Grateful and Mr. Complimentary. But sometimes when he gets like that I wonder if he's really just being Mr. Polite so as not to hurt anyone's feelings. Mostly mine. I didn't go there though; I basked in the happiness that was everything good, square and bowlish.
That night when we went to bed he said to me,"I put my stuff in my new bowl. Things fit just right. I really like it."
"I'm so happy because I like it too. I really want you to feel like it's your bathroom too." He thanked me again and we soon were asleep.
Now when I pass the square bowl I smile. Because I wasn't always thinking about my husband. I usually was quite selfish and only thought of myself. It wasn't a fun marriage to be in. I knew when I finally asked God to help me be a better wife He would help me in alot of areas. Something as simple as remembering it was my husband's bathroom too and finding that square bowl was not a coincidence. It wasn't me either. It was God helping me in huge and small ways to work at being a better spouse. Sometimes the smallest thing can say, "I thought of you today" or just simply "I love you".
I've learned to never discount the little things God puts on my heart. Sometimes, they can be the biggest, most endearing things to the square, brown bowl lovers in our lives.

Listen like God

You may be wondering where I've been. Well, getting a book proposal ready is no easy task. Especially the first time! I am almost there though which is a good thing! This will probably be my last blog for awhile because I am still working on it and tweaking away! Also have a one sheet and a stunning pitch to get together. Call this a disclaimer I suppose! Prayers please!
This being said, I feel God is still putting topics on my heart to share. The latest one is listening. We may listen but do not hear? We may hear but not listen. There is a difference. How well do we listen to our spouse, kids, friends, etc.? What about God? The only reason I'm going to this writer's conference is that I finally listened to God. I even have the verse Matt. 17:5 on my card. (Yes, I actually can now say to people, "Would you like my card?" Mind boggling!) This is the verse that God told the disciples when Jesus was transfigured, "This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him!" I picked this verse for a couple of other reasons too. I am beloved by God also. I still have problems accepting that sometimes because it is so overwhelming. Who am I to deserve that? It isn't about deserving though; it's about God's great love for all of us.
Another part of this verse makes me stop and ponder. Is God well pleased with me? I try so hard. To be a good wife, a good mom, a good person. A good writer. Then I remember to ask God for some help with these things and I do so much better. And I understand why. Because God is always listening. He knows what we need before we ask the Bible tells us. But He listens anyway.
Let's all listen more. Like we'd like people to listen to us. Like how God listens. Always.

God's Fourth of July

Another Fourth of July has come and gone. This year, with the fourth being on a weekend most folks received an extra day of celebration. How does everyone celebrate? Some of us have cookouts with friends, some go boating, some camp. Almost everyone enjoys the fireworks. This year I stopped at a road side stand and purchased some sparklers and a few other types of firecrackers that looked harmless. Upon sharing this with my husband, I received a mild look of distress. I'm sure my rebellious teen years came to his mind. I would like to state for the record I was not near as wild as some. I usually erred on the side of caution... Yeah, my husband doesn't buy that either. Seriously though, I did.
I thought about how we celebrated the Fourth when I was a kid. We'd go to a parade and ride all the fair rides afterward. We'd eat lunch there too and then go home to rest up for the evening. As late afternoon approached we'd go to our small carnival benefitting the swim team, eat supper at a nearby friends' and then settle in for the fireworks. All in all a fun way to celebrate.
I don't think I always remembered the reason for the celebration. Our nation's freedom, etc. I reflect on it a lot more now. The men and women who gave their lives for the freedoms we enjoy today. Our country may not be perfect but whose is? And we do enjoy a lot more priviledges than other countries.
This year I was reminded to pray for our president and all our elected officials. For God to give them wisdom as they lead our country. For discernment as they vote on legislation that will shape our lives. I also prayed for them to pray. God leads all of us. We just have to remember to listen. He knows what's best for us and our country. No matter what some think, we are still one nation under God. Always and forever.

God's Favorite Past Time

While watching my son play baseball I realized how blessed we are to have coaches who are Christians. Starting a game with a devotion and prayer is something every league should do. Showing the kids that playing a game is about learning and supporting, not winning and losing. Having fun is key. I admire these parents who take time out of their busy lives to teach our children these values. What a blessing they are!
Sadly, I have been at games where coaches get discouraged and parents get frustrated. The end result isn't a good one sometimes. I don't understand this. Maybe if I was more athletic and sporty I would. I did well walking and not falling over things. Wait-any thing. Sure I'm competitive but six, seven and eight year old baseball?
As usual I think about God. The ultimate coach. He's there being supportive 24/7. He's proud of us no matter how many hits we achieve. He wants us to treat others with love. When we fail He still loves us. He always forgives us. He cheers us on when no one else does. He is great. He is good. He is our biggst fan. And we are His favorite past time.

Jesus Is The Bees' Knees

We just finished another week of Vacation Bible School at our church. I don't know if it's suppose to be capitalized but I think it should be. It was fun as usual. More than fun-it was special. I could feel Jesus in the air.
I helped in the kitchen this year instead of teaching. I saw many children passing by while we made ready the snacks. Some were very little holding each other's hands. Some were very big trying to act like they were too old to enjoy Bible School. They weren't fooling anyone. They were having a great time.
Of course I reflected on Bible School when I was young. We went for two hours, sang "Jesus Loves Me", ate cookies and drank Kool-Aid, made God's eyes and played on the merry-go-round. Nowadays Bible School is more like a camp with drama and larger than life music and videoes. There are different themes every year. (This year we had a bee theme.) Artisic crafts that parents are excited to hang up rather than seriously considering hiding them.
One thing that has not changed though is the Jesus stories. I love a good Jesus story. No matter how many times you've heard His stories they still rock. Sure, now they are complete with a puppet show or even a dramatic portrayal but still they are His. And our children are reminded as are we that we are still His. Even when one only helps with the snacks.
The first day snack-wise I had to make a zigzag line with icing and put a beautiful bee on the end of it. Zigzag was our journey to find Jesus and Jesus was the bee. That simple message touched my heart. God made the whale and the bee. One day the mighty lion and the shy lamb will lie down together. I look forward to that day. Some days, I long for it. And for Him. He sent His son for all to be saved. Loving us like that is incomprehensible yet extremely acceptable. And consoling.
No matter how we help with our Bible Schools we are touched by God's love for us. And His very special Son. We all know the song. And when I think of it I have to add just one more thing: Jesus is the bee's knees in my opinion.

A Summer Fun Thank You

I haven't written on my blog for a week because of a short summer vacation followed by a wonderful visit by family. I've written this before and I'm going to write it again...I love summer! The freedom and fun it delivers is unparalleled. I love having my kids home-yes, almost all the time! The pool, the craft projects, Bible school-it's all good!
Our vacation consisted of visiting my husband while he was on a business trip and taking the kids to a water park. I'm not always a huge water slide fan but this park was incredible. We had so much fun-minus when the water coaster almost flipped us. Okay, maybe I'm over reacting but I'm certain I felt it start to tip. The wave pool was excellent and to quote one of the kids the lazy river was lazy. I was especially proud of my middle kiddo for being brave and venturing onto several slides. Kid in question usually questions them. A very nice surprise indeed.
Then we came home to a wonderful family visit. Movies, swimming and more water slides. Sleeping in and eating really good junk food. Laughing together was the best. Learning how much their kids had changed since Christmas amazed me. Getting birthday wish lists three to five months in advance is always nice for early shopping.
When these fun times occur, I try very hard to remember how blessed we are by God. He has given us so much. Simple gifts like a shared giggle. Treasured gifts like a warm hug. Fun gifts like a huge splash in the face. Special gifts in all the memories we have made. Can you imagine God's scrapbook? We'd all be in it. Pictures and quotes and remembrances. Everyone of His children would have their own page. That would be some book!
Does anyone ever forget to thank God? I know I do. I ask for so much but thank Him for so little. I'm sure He likes a good thank you just like the rest of us. Take a little time to thank God each day for all He's given you. He'll be grateful for every one of them no matter how loud or wet or sticky they are.

God's Hierarchy

I have been noticing lately that as my children grow older so do I. Wow-how did that happen? Some days I still feel like I'm in high school. You know, like when I floor it through a yellow light or turn up the volume way too loud to an old Rick Springfield song. All in the ultra cool minivan of course. Then, all of a sudden we're teaching our almost 16 year old to drive and child in question is asking me why I like hard rock music? Def Leppard is hard rock? I thought it was just plain old good rock. Hmmmm...
Even scarier is pondering how we are moving into our parents' place in the family and they are moving into our grandparents' place in the hierarchy. Our kids are us! I think something is wrong here. Out of place. Yes, that's it. I am out of place. I'm still twentysomething, aren't I?
No, I'm not. When my last living grandparent went to be with Jesus it just didn't seem right. Grandpa had always been there. Playing with us and laughing about the trouble he and his brothers got into. I knew every grandparent who had left me had left me with an unmistakable handprint of their life and their love for me. Their generation is leaving us albeit for a better place but leaving us nonetheless. Will we remember their stories? Will future generations remember ours? What will it be like when we're the grandparents?
When my head starts to spin with these types of questions and when that leads to worry, I've learned to pray. Often. Life is a gift. Our everyday life may seem everyday but we should cherish those moments. We should laugh a lot more. We will miss our children someday. We will enjoy our retirement. Eventually. When I ask God to take all my worries far from me, He obliges. I'm not meant to worry over every single solitary thing. He tells us He's there and He'll provide and that worry is a waste of time. I appreciate His worry-free shield He places over me. It leads me to pray for my kids and parents. And it reinforces the fact I am exactly placed in His hierarchy in the seat I've been given to occupy.

The Best Gifts Imaginable

As I was listening to the radio I heard a song entitled, "The House That Built Me" by Miranda Lambert. She is a country singer and I believe songwriter. The song is about a young woman who would like to go into the house where she grew up and "take a memory" if the present owner is okay with that. The song also reflects back on her childhood.
It's interesting where that song took me: my grandparents house, an old white Victorian home. It was there I have some of the most cherished memories of my childhood. The house was so bright. Big windows with white cafe curtains blowing in the breeze. High white walls that stretched up to an incomprehensible height reaching the ceiling. A beautiful staircase that led to a large landing that overlooked the familiar backyard. That landing was so majestic I was afraid to do anything but walk through it to either set of stairs leading to the second story.
The second story had one bath and five bedrooms. One of the rooms was hidden between two of the rooms by pocket doors. Each room held special memories for me. Watching my grandmother iron in her sewing room. Helping her with the wringer washer on laundry day in the guest room. Sleeping with her when I had a bad dream in her bedroom. Baths that lasted forever because I just loved the water. Running back and forth across the hall for fun.
Downstairs was the kitchen where I'd watch her automatic mixer churn cake batter. It was mesmerizing. All those toys and I loved that mixer the best. The parlor where I set up all my toys in a miniscule village. The nook by the front door that held my toys. The long family/office/dining room. My grandfather's desk that held so many treasures I'd play there for hours.
The backyard was beyond fantastic. A flower garden, clothesline, and screened in porch made it one of the funnest places ever. The back alley snaked around to lead into a residential street. The alley made a little hill that was good for exploring, rolling down and hidden adventures.
I realized as I was listening to this song it wasn't just the house that I held close in my heart. It was the people who lived there. My grandparents were like another set of parents only more relaxed. When I rode my stick horse around the circle of the downstairs no one ever told me to be quiet. I "yee-hawed" as loudly as I could get my voice to well, yee-haw. My grandmother would play the piano with me sitting close and we'd sing. We'd sit in the same big white chair and she'd read "Mother Goose's Nursery Rhymes".
I could exhale there. I could always find my favorite cookies there. I felt at home there. And I felt that special grandchild love there. All the houses I lived in with my parents and siblings had their special memories too. But I see now that Grandma and Grandpa's house was extra special for no other reason than it was Grandma and Grandpa's house. God blessed me with wonderful people and a wonderful place to reflect back on. He truly is the Giver of the best gifts imaginable. A family that loved me, beloved memories and that really awesome Son of His.

Father's Day

Another Father's Day is fast approaching. It takes me back to the Father's Days when I was a kid. My grandparents coming over. Cooking out. Laughter. I often wondered how they liked their gifts. Even as a kid I wondered, "Does Grandpa really like that shirt, wallet, jacket, etc.?" They always acted sort of grateful. Even my Dad would try to rally. My Mom would work hard to be original. She'd buy him new grill utensils, tools, that type of thing. He was never overly excited or surprised but did always thank her and us.
Now, I'm the Mom. I have to try to come up with gifts for our dads and my husband. Who is by the way a terrific Dad. I just ask him. This year he said he'd take a new washer. Probably because we had to buy one a week ago. Sigh. He'd given me such a nice Mother's Day I wanted to do an awesome job for him too.
My kids had no ideas. They really weren't in the mood to make anything like we did last year. So...I asked my husband again. And again he mentioned the washer. Aaahhh!!! Then I got a 30% off coupon to one of my favorite stores. I bought him the old stand by. Clothes he really needed. At least in my opinion. Then something he'll really like-an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen. Chocolate of course. I only need to get one more gift he actually did mention. That was before the whole dishwasher mess. I'm feeling pretty good where he is concerned.
Now, for our Dads. Not easy. Grandpa cards for sure. They get a bigger kick out of those than the dad cards they've been getting for over forty years. But gifts? I sent them money. My dad feels this is impersonal but I'm at a loss here. Then, I started thinking about my friends whose dads have a new home . In Heaven. I grew up with some of their dads. They were wonderful gentlemen. As I was worrying about gifts I paused to think about them and their kids. I know what they'd like for Father's Day. To have one more day, Father's Day or not, with their dads. It pulled me up short and put the whole gift dilemma into prospective. I know how much I miss my grandfathers. To wrap my mind around the fact that one day our fathers will not be here seems too much to grasp. Maybe the happiest thing about Father's Day is being thankful God has given us one more with our dads. And to be happy we have a heavenly Father who when our earthly fathers are human is always there for us. No matter what. Happy Father's Day indeed!

Clinging to the Vorpal Sword

Well, I'm back in blogworld. Why was I MIA? I'm trying to write a book. I have an appointment with a publisher the end of July. Yes, I am freaking out. So much so my stomach bubbles and I can't eat. I'm scared I won't get done and scared I will. Everyone out there, please pray for me.
Last week when I was at my worst in this (feeling writing was taking away from my kids and my kids were taking away from my writing) it was a seriously dark day. I cried alot and talked to my hubby alot. Then finally, I talked to God. Yes, it's always good to make Him your last resource. The next morning I can't explain the peace I felt. My day fell into place. No matter what I was doing I had no guilt and no stress. No stomach bubbles either.
The next morning the kids were watching Alice in Wonderland. The new one that is out by Tim Burton. I love this movie. It had so many great lines in it. Among millions of other great things. So, on my way to write I thought I'd watch the "big scene". As I did I was transfixed. Tears rolled down my face as I finally realized the specialness of the message at least as it pertained to me.
I am Alice. I am full of doubt and indecision. The vorpal sword is God. Absalom the caterpillar told Alice, "The vorpal sword knows what it wants. You need only to hold onto it." God knows what He wants for us. We need only to hold onto His hand. We show our trust in Him by doing so. And sometimes, when things are bad we cling to both of them.
My book is not my own personal Jabberwocky. My fears and lack of trust in what God wants me to do are. So, what am I going to do? I'm going to let go of my fears-off with their heads" so to speak and all the Enemy has chosen to throw my way. They will come tumbling down these stone steps and they will die. What kept them vital will only make me stronger in knowing God triumphs over all our fears. He will lead me back to where I belong. Even if I let go, He never will.

Isn't it interesting to have your child's friends stay over? I mean, a "sleep over". Remember when it was called a "slumber party" but no one slumbered?
What I've noticed is rules tend to fly out the window. Unless, one gets lucky and the child listens. More often then not though, out the window rules go. One child we recently had over not only didn't listen she/he didn't drink. Only ate a bare minimum. I was beginning to worry. I don't even know if this child used our bathroom. Great. Now I have that to vex me. I realize when at someone else's house it's hard to concentrate on eating. Kids are too excited to play with different stuff and spend time with their friends. But, do they never get hungry? Maybe they're just sneaking food when we aren't looking. Or when we are finally unconscious in our beds.
We want kids to have fun as guests in our homes. It's even nice to be known as the "Fun Mom or Dad". But when does a parent put down their foot? The obvious of course is bodily harm. Bullying is probably number two. Slamming of doors should be number three but may not make the cut every time. Usually I have found if I stand firm in our rules-shutting aforementioned window before havoc strikes-things go much smoother. Not always easier, but smoother. I also pick my battles and try to refrain from being "Frau Bethany".
Another interesting item I have learned is to have an extra activity on hand. This works well in case the familiar mantra of "What do you want to do? I don't know. What do you want to do?" surfaces. Sometimes just making a guest aware of the choices of activities is a good idea. Or asking the guest in question what they like to do. I usually go the craft route. "Do you like to paint?" Is a good opener. "Would you rather make something with clay/play doh" is helpful too.
I wonder if God ever feels this way? As a guest who is always welcome in our home does He witness His rules flying out the window? Does He worry about being "Fun Dad?" What does He feel if He hears from us "I dunno what I want to do today" when He has so clearly given us that answer but we don't listen?
He gently reminds us what it is we are looking for. And that would be Him. No yelling, no excuses. Just a reminder. His rules, His plans. Not always fun but always right. Keeping us safe and loving us no matter what we don't eat or try to fly over.

The Dearest of Friends

Friends. They come and they go, don't they? It surprises me what passes for friendship sometimes. Especially when friends go. My Mother once told me I'd only have a few really good friends in life. Once again I'm admitting she was correct. Scary.
One of my friends from third grade to present sent me an email about some people are friends for a season or for a reason, etc. It totally freaked me out! I hurriedly emailed her back to apologize for being a lazy correspondent but assured her I thought of her every day and to please not dump me as a friend. Her reply? Laughter! "Silly," she wrote, "it's just a poem. I'd never dump you. You are indeed a forever friend." Thank goodness! Or is it just because I know alot of dirt on her? Which is another thought to ponder. We as friends are huge secret keepers. And our friends are ours in return. And, let's face it, we know the good keepers of our inmost beings and the poor ones. Be a good keeper.
Nobody really has "the dirt" on anyone. Instead, I prefer to think of it this way. We have Jesus. The ultimate laundry guy. We're made new in Him. White as snow. He's also the best friend we can ever know. We've all called a friend really needing to talk when they just don't have the time. It's happened to us too. We hate to let people down but its reality. Funny how it never happens with Jesus. He's already there. He's never busy. And here is His one-of-a-kind friend factor...He already knows what we need before we say a word. Another bonus? After we pour out our hearts to Him, we feel so much better it amazes us again and again. Another? He keeps all our secrets and forgives us over and over.
I have had girlfriends turn on me. It happened when I was a child, a teen and an adult woman. I have wept over them and prayed for them. It hurts as much when it occurs to a child as it does to an adult. I've learned to be careful. Most importantly, I've learned when Jesus is my best friend, everything and everyone else falls into place. Friendship is a gift from God. Tend yours well. Along with your best buddy, they will all flourish.

Parents'-the Ultimate Embarassment

It is amazing to me what embarasses our kids these days. When I was a kid, it was black socks with sandals. Or, in my Dad's case, he'd mow the grass in his very own creation: cut-offs he himself cut off that looked more like gauchos then shorts, a headband, and cowboy boots. Then, he added a red and white checkered shirt for a trip to town. He never could understand why we were all really busy when he asked if we wanted to go to town with him. Thank God we lived in the country. As for my Mom she'd fix my hair or clothes in public. Or, comment on the dark circles under my eyes in front of really cool people. My mother-in-law once commented on my husband's toenail fungus to me. We were dating then and I could tell he wanted to crawl in the deepest hole available. I just hugged him and told him that only made him more real to me. Maybe that's one of the many reasons I married him-he was the real deal.
I don't know what my husband does to embarass my kids. They seem to think he's pretty groovey. As for me, today I played air guitar to a really cool Genesis song with my golf club while miniature golfing. My kids couldn't believe it. I heard stuff like, "Mom, please stop. You are really embarassing." My Mom was along and thought that the whole situation was hilarious. I thought I was being pretty cool to even think of it. My husband just shook his head.
One parent we never have to be embarassed about is God. Have you ever seen a sunset? He is the ultimate cool parent. So, I guess embarassing our kids is a rite of passage. I sort of enjoy it. As for the golf club guitar I just played on. And so did my kids-three miniature greens in front of me.

God-the ultimate party planner

As I prepare for my son's birthday in the midst of end of school activities, I am reminded of the slow, encroaching fear I will forget something really important to him! It comes from nowhere this fear, sweeping over me like a vulture taunting and laughing at me. I know it is the enemy but really he is very good at his job. I remembered this for me but forgot this for my son-what kind of a mom are you?
I could let this suck me in. Sometimes I do. Then, I remember. Make a list. Ask for some help. Oh, and pray! Then I have guilt for not thinking of God first! Yikes! Who made me a list maker? Who made me detailed oriented? Who is the best helper in the world? That would be God. Why do we so often times forget this? He is there waiting in the wings. We don't really need to ask; He knows what we need but He'd like to hear from us anyway. And, He will help us remember the little things, the big things and every thing inbetween.
Cookies and milk for class party? Check. Gifts purchased? Check. Card purchased? Check. Balloons ordered? Check. Cake picked up? Check. God as the ultimate party/life planner? Check!

Camp Time

Summer is fast approaching. Though many moms shirk from the thought and the eventual "I'm bored" summer can bring from the the offspring, I have found a large number of moms who look forward to summer. A slower pace and no school responsibilities fuel this opinion. Having the kids home is a challenge; none of these moms would argue that fact. What they would argue is summer is what we moms make it. After working in a few daycares before I had kids, I realized having a day somewhat like a daycare schedule kept things varied and fresh. Now that my kids are all in school, summer is when I put this plan into action. Time for crafts, some type of music-we really don't sing anymore; that would make me an even bigger embarassment than I all ready am-but listening to the radio or a tape or practicing piano works in my book, game time, reading together or reading together silently, etc.
I have a friend who does "camps" at home. Its cheaper she maintains and sending her kids away just doesn't register on her radar. I admire that. One of her camps is cooking. Sometimes the kids help her with the whole meal or just a simple batch of brownies but the point is she and her children are spending time together. They aren't stressed with running to several different activities and her kids are learning something useful. And, they all are actually having fun.
I have to admit I was a little skeptical. Trying this with my kids was not a trip down lollipop lane the first time. So, I scaled it back some to only making a simple batch of cookies. Hmm...better. The most memorable was making lasagna. We sort of had a revolving door policy that day. It worked well and I felt really good about it. And let's face it, we all need to feel like a good mom a lot more these days.
No matter what "camp" one chooses, (and there is nothing wrong with going away to camp just maybe not thirty in one summer), have fun spending time with your kiddos! That is the true meaning of summer and motherhood.

Mother's Day

As another Mother's Day is upon us, I stop to reflect all the Mother's Days in my past. Some were mine, some were my mother's, and some were my grandmothers'. Did they enjoy them? Was the hanging basket, robe or blouse really what they wanted? One Mother's Day really stands out to me and very well is the most memorable for my mom. While eating dinner out, my little brother had an explosive diaper. Luckily contained in his booster seat, my mom had smelled something and stuck her finger in his diaper to check. Why she did this I'm sure I don't understand but the result was not a good one for her. Hence I learned to never check a diaper that way.
I remember being so excited when my grandmothers' opened their presents from me especially the handmade ones. They always loved it and me and told me "thank you honey!" What I wouldn't give for one more Mother's Day with them. My grandmothers' were the best! They lived up to their names--Grand Mothers!
Then, I became a mom. Handmade cards and gifts and even a corsage! My husband faithfully went all the way home to get it for me to wear at church after I forgot it! A thirty minute round trip! What a trooper he was and still is! Though, I was sobbing and calling myself the worst mom ever for forgetting the little blue and green dyed thing! I still have my first real corsage from my first Mother's Day in our fridge. Yeah, scary.
Tomorrow, I will awaken to well wishes, hugs, gifts, cards, food and fun. This after always knowing I wanted to be a mom. I love my babies even though they are far from being babies anymore. Motherhood is a blessing-some days more than others-but always a blessing from the Father who made us and blessed us with motherhood.

Oceans

Just went to see "Oceans". Wow! Disney has done it again. True, I am prejudiced. I love all things good and Disney. And, I do wish Uncle Walt was my real uncle. I remember Sunday nights watching whatever really cool program or movie the Disney people felt so inclined to share with us. Their nature shows were some of my favorites. Not surprising then that "Oceans" leaves us with even more. Wow-again! Absolutely gorgoreous. Some of the most beautiful and graceful creatures God ever created we would have never seen if not for this movie. Who else could make a landscape so breathtaking underwater as well as above water than God? He is a true artist.
Touched on too was the pollution issues. A sea lion swam aound a shopping cart and garbage not knowing what to make of these alien objects in his environment. However, Pierce Brosnan countered, the oceans go on. Something to really ponder. Some call it a hole in our ozone. Some talk about global warming. Others scoff. Yet, still here we are. And so is God.

Prayer Partners

It's interesting how as we age many of us grow closer to God. Maybe it was always there and we just didn't know that about people. As I facebook and catch up with old friends, I find more and more people saying,"You are in my prayers." It is a warm feeling. But what bothers me how much it surprises me.
Some of these facebook friends I have not seen since highschool. And, let's face it, not too many of us were talking about Jesus then. No one wanted to be viewed as a "Jesus freak" or a "Bible thumper". I had one, maybe two friends I'd talk religion with but that was it. In college when I started attending a youth center and would talk to my old friends from home I heard things like, "Wow Bethany is really into that religion." Because, well, you know, that's like so harmful. I even picked out generic Christmas cards and religious Christmas cards to keep everyone comfortable.
Then, I started dating a Pastor's son. Whoa-scary! It was nice though to be able to be myself with him. So nice that I married him. He never looks at me like I'm wierd or off the deep end when I talk religion or confess some guilty sin (for the record not all of these sins involve chocolate.) He understands and points me right back to our Heavenly Father. Being married to a man of God definately has its perks.
As I send messages to these folks on facebook I hear things like, "God has really blessed us" or "I guess that just wasn't in God's plans for us." I'm amazed all over again and then upset with myself for being amazed. This is a good thing! A relationshop with God is well so many awesome things! Life altering, love based, grace induced-the list could go on forever. Which is another good thing! This leads me back to the warm feeling I also get when I read these posts and messages. And it makes me so happy to know all these people who are so dear to me have found this happiness-this awesome Jesus!

Nobody Paints a Picture Like God

Does anyone not like Spring? I mean , really do you miss the snow? The ice? The artic blasts? Its especially windy here in the prairie state where our landscape is so flat. I once received a note from teachers reminding us of the "prairie winds" and to dress our kids appropriately. I felt like Ma Ingalls! Had we been transported to Little House on the Prairie days? It made me seriously feel like turning up the heat to 90 degrees in the old soddy.
Anyhow, here we are in the midst of Spring! I love the warmer temps and the sunshine. I almost forgot what it felt like. And EVERYWHERE I look it is green. And, pink. And yellow. And white. And blossomy. People have actually mowed their grass for the third time and it smells so good. Of course, freshly mowed grass is in a class all by itself second only to the aroma of all the flowers. I stand out on our deck and smell the lilacs and know this has got to be what Heaven smells like.
The only bad thing is some of the beautiful colors don't last. It really bums me out. Think if the colors stayed all summer to melt into the beauty of fall. If God had planned it that way, we would never have appreciated Spring in all its glory. Nobody paints a picture like God! His colors are in a brillant palette all their own! Vivid, those colors that can reach out and grab one like nothing else can. I try to soak it all up from my nose to my toes! Thank you God for Spring and all your many blessings!

When Dad is away

When my husband is gone, things are a tad too stressful for me. Maybe its because he is so much help. Maybe its because he's such a nice person. Maybe, its all this and the fact that he sets such a Christ-like example that I am a better person when he is around. Hmmm...no maybe there-that is the reason.
My kids ask, "When is Dad gonna call tonight? When he does, I wanna tell him about my Math test. I wanna tell him about my whole day! I need his help with my Algebra." Because no one wants MY help with Algebra. My son sighed, " I just miss him..." Even the dog sleeps more when Dad is away.
There is an immeasurable sense of calm in our home when Dad is in it. Nothing really bothers Mr. "I am phlegmatic personified" so nothing really bothers me. Much. Things run smoother, little jobs are done sooner and even the food tastes better. I like to cook but he is the Seasoning Chef. I don't have to fool with the trash and dog duty is cut in half.
Maybe most importantly I have another adult to talk to. Its fun to talk to my best friend about my day and hear how his went. I like getting his opinion on a new outfit and love his support on something I've written. I appreciate his honesty in all things good, bad and ugly. Most-most of all, I miss him. I may be prejudiced, but he has beautiful eyes that smile at me, hands that are always reaching to hold mine and nice teeth. Wait, last comment made it sound like I was shopping for a horse. His smile lights up every corner of a room when a gloomy shadow has hung in it far too long. Yes, that's the sentiment I was looking for.
Welcome home honey-you have been sorely missed by the people who love you most!

Stay-at-Home Moms

When my husband and I decided I'd stay at home, I was relieved. I had never felt I'd aspired to my true calling professionally. In fact, the professional world seemed daunting. I knew I liked kids. So teaching seemed like a good idea. Then, I became interested in Speech Pathology. I learned I could be a "speech teacher" in the schools therefore still working with children. But a couple of hip replacements later, I decided I'd take my Journalism degree and run. I lacked confidence and computers seriously freaked me out. And what I really wanted to be was a Mom. I wanted to be a good Mom, raise my kids well and spend time with them.

I enjoyed my time at home. Only one person ever made me feel odd about staying home. Everyone else was supportive. I knew I had made the right decision for myself and my family. Now though, in the past eight months, I have had three people make comments to me. Maybe its because all of my kids are in school. I don't know; but they have made me feel guilty. With the economy the way it is maybe I should be working outside of the home. Many of my friends have gone back to work or school. I don't know about any other stay at home moms whose kids are all in school but I run all day. And, whether you have little ones still at home or not, you and I know we never stay home. I read on a billboard for a car ad, "Who was the idiot who coined the phrase, "Stay-at-home mom?" I remember laughing out loud in agreement.

I have prayed about what I should do. I feel like God is telling me to write. I'm enjoying it and learning alot of information thanks to many sources and my wonderful writing friend Amy! This is no instant paycheck but I feel good about it. I have my insecurities and get overwhelmed with all the information out there but I have to start somewhere!

To all you moms out there who work outside the home-you are doing great! Hang in there because I don't know how you do it! To all you stay at home moms who never stay at home-you are doing great too! I don't know how we all do it some days. Hanging on to the One who never lets go is a blessed way to start!

Playtime for our kids-no matter their age

Crispies. Overstimulated children. Hover parents. These are just a few labels our generations has been given and phrases of which we have been charged. Are we really that bad? It seems we could be. And not just us but others who spend time with our children might be responsible too. I recently read in Time that play dates have lessened and homework has increased. This fact did not surprise me. Last year, my daughter spent four-and sometimes more-hours in her room doing homework. When I asked her teachers if there was a problem, for example a learning disability we had missed, I was told my daughter was a perfectionist. Well, that is true. However, when several other parents asked me about her homework load and I found their kids had the same amount of work as she did, I was more than a little annoyed with her teachers.
Now, for the record, I expect my kids to have homework, projects and tests to study for. But the amount is on overload especially when half of it is nothing more than busy work. I don't think I'm in the minority when I mention family time is just as important, if not more so, than school work. The Time article also mentioned college deans call freshmen "crispies" because they are burnt out from all their past school work. Yikes! I don't want my kids to be called "crispy" by anyone. Yuck!
Now, what about over stimulation? Our kids are in two or so activities during the year. We aren't that athletic of a family but God has blessed us with other talents. My son, who is still a little guy, does enjoy sports more than our girls and may be more of a ball player. But, how many of us know friends who run all the time ? Do you ever look at someone else's life and wonder what it would be like to live it? Do they hope for sick days? I don't mean to sound judgemental, but I don't think I'm the only one to ponder these questions.
The term "hover parents" was not in the Time article. I did however, hear a speaker use it. Her comment was that the tall slides of our childhood are gone from playgrounds and have been replaced by medium to low height ones with cages over the top half of them. Sure, no one will fall off the side but part of the thrill of a slide that reached to the sun (in my opinion as a former child) was the thrill of knowing as you sped toward the ground you had cheated the perilous slide by not falling off the top! And, please note, I was far from being a thrill seeker when I was a kid. I was mostly scared of everything...wait...did I just admit to being a hover parent in the making?
Back to the Time article. One Mom spoke out after reading a news columnist had praised a family who took pictures of their children every morning before school to obtain a recent photo. Just in case they were abducted. The mother who spoke out was of course confronted. She said she took a deep breath and defended herself. While she agreed with car seat safety and a lot of other programs to teach our children various important facts, she felt we were a generation in overkill. I have to agree with her. However, this is coming from a mother whose daughter was lost for five minutes. Five minutes of never knowing such stomach-dropped-out-of-my-body fear. I cannot imagine going through that type of fear for five hours. Five days. Weeks. And many people have. I remember my husband's face and demeanor. He was trying to be strong and proactive. But he was scared beyond belief too. The relief in finding her I cannot describe.
So, what do we do? There are a lot of things. Most importantly, I think we need to pray for wisdom. Just like Solomon. Guidance is good too. Lack of worry-there's a biggie to give over to Him. We want our children to enjoy the gifts and talents God has blessed them with. That's one of the reasons I've started writing again. I've been doing it since I was a child and never realized how much I missed it after I'd stopped until God reminded me, "Hey, this is the gift I gave you. Let's see what we can do with it." Time off here and there is a good thing. And not just for the kids. We parents enjoy time at home being a family. Working all this in isn't easy. So, go to God for management skills. He may tell you the same thing He told me, "This is a gift I gave you. Let's see what we can do with it!"

Weight (God help me) Loss

Yesterday I went to my weekly weight loss meeting and one of the women had met her goal. When our leader asked her how she did it, she said,"Well, first of all I have to thank God for giving me the determination to stick with it!" I was pleasantly surprised to hear someone give a shout out to God in public! I wish we could all do that more (myself included.) Why do we shy away from sharing God's message or even just His name to complete strangers in public? Or friends in the privacy of our home for that matter? I once told a friend I didn't want to look like a Jesus freak. Her response? If I'm going to be a freak for someone, Jesus is the best person to be a freak over! How true!
Now, onto the weight loss. Slow goin' for me here-would love to speed that one up. I noticed on the Oscars how emaciated most of the women were looking. Wow. I mean, God made our bodies to need nourishment. Obviously not chocolate and chips nourishment. Personally, I struggle with vegetables but everything else-I'm good. And of course there's always the comment what are we teaching our daughters or what is the media putting on them to look beautiful? How about looking healthy? I lead a Young Women's group with a friend at church and we have mentioned this somewhat. I told them-Eat. God wants it that way and your bodies need food/energy/etc.!
So, on I go. Struggle with the weight loss. Struggle with witnessing about my Savior. At least I know He's right there in the struggle with me!

Has anyone ever said something thinking the listener already knows what you're talking about and then, to your horror, they have no idea? Or, maybe you mention a very positive thing to the doer of said thing and they ask how you knew? And you get the idea you weren't suppose to know? Yeah, I've done two of these "oopses" in the past two days. Two for two-goin' for the gold!
Yeah-can't tell you how bad I feel. Sort of not bad but low. Not even embarassed-worse than that. Not good. Guilty might be a better description. The only thing that lessens my guilt is that I didn't mean any harm. What a mess! How to handle this?
Prayer of course. Please don't let me be such an idiot is always a good place to start. Thank you for making silence a virtue-help me to remember that. I also remember all the scripture-well, not all but some-OK a few-about careful words. In James it goes something like this: With the same tongue we praise God and curse men. Little children this should not be so. Somewhere in Proverbs: Pleasant words are like honey to the soul. Proverbs: A slip of the foot one shall soon recover but a slip of the tongue...I'm paraphrasing folks-roll with me on this. Tho I meant no harm, I still hurt people or made them at the least uncomfortable.
Maybe praying for wisdom is the answer here. It worked for Solomon. And forgiveness-always need to pray for that. I'm just glad I have Someone to go to when I need/want to. And, believe me, I am one of God's neediest children. But, He's ok with that. He loves me anyway. Truly, awesome. Truly!