"If we could have coffee"...those were the words on the outside of a greeting card I read yesterday. The inside of the cared contained words of encouragement and sort of made a plan for the sender and receiver of this card to have coffee together...that way 'all would be right in the world!'...Or, so it would seem!
When I was a little girl, and through out the time I lived at home, coffee was an event. My dad would say, "I'm going to drink coffee!" And, that meant in our home that he was on his way to 'The Town House' or another little diner in our town to drink coffee with his friends, most of whom were tied somehow to truck driving. Or, when he was driving, he would talk on his CB radio, (remember those?--back before answering machines and mobile phones were invented) he'd make an acquaintance and they would stop, get fuel, and 'drink coffee'!
Sometimes, I would get to attend these sacred events with him. I would sip a coke or a sweet tea and the guys would talk about everything from trucks, engines, politics, log books, laughing a lot and tell stories from their travels--that meant something to them.
Sometimes, they would have either witnessed or been part of a traffic accident. More than one of my dad's friends was killed while driving their trucks. And, so these events probably helped them sort out their feelings in some way about grief, about the road itself and about what the government was beginning to regulate in the trucking industry. Of course, it is a different world today than it was in those days. And, that is as it should be. I probably wouldn't even recognize the 'trucking industry' of today compared to what was so much a part of my 'growing up' years...
But drinking coffee...that seems timeless, somehow!
Even as I write this, I am watching as the 'talking heads' discuss the RNC at the Elephant Bar in Tampa Florida, on 'Morning Joe!' Do I feel connecting to these people because I, too, am drinking coffee? NO...resounding NO. They are so far from my life, and the things that truly interest me.
They are actually dissecting Ann Romney's speech from last night...did she relate to America? Is she real? Is she truly in love with her husband? Do they really buy his shirts at Costco?--really? Yesterday, they dissected whether Mitt really had cooked pancakes previously...really? Is THIS what election years is about...shirts and pancakes...? THIS is not a political post...far from it.
But drinking coffee...Oh my, I couldn't do it. Even when my Grandma AnnaBelle would put cream and sugar in it...or my sister-in-law would put cream, sugar and flavoring in it--thanks, Tammy!
NO, I couldn't do it...But when I became a part of our church's staff, actually being at the church three mornings a week...PC taught me to 'just drink it black'...and it was AMAZING!
When I first began calling meetings for my women's ministry team, I remember I put on one reminder card, 'come to my house, we'll have coffee!'
In my MIND, I thought of our meeting as a sort of caucus to share ideas, a time to sit around a table and really talk about issues, plans and prayers that we had as a team...much like the sacred events that I had attended with my dad and his friends. The really hilarious thing about me writing that on a post card is this: I didn't even own a coffee maker at that point! No, I didn't even consider serving coffee...so then it became a joke, 'driver through, get your coffee, then come to my house'!!! Yep, that's me: the planner!
But today, I have a coffee maker, and I have pretty decent coffee. Mallory and I are the only ones that live here that enjoy coffee--she likes creamer in hers and I still like mine )--thanks, PC!)'just plain black.' I love the warmness of the cup in my hands, the comforting aroma as it is brewing and I love the rich taste!
And, yes, I love to sit with friends and 'have coffee'--to put order to the world--at least the world I can touch...
In reality, that's what 'going to drink coffee' did for my dad, in some way it probably helped him make sense of 'his world' as a friend, a trucker and a person. I used to sit for most of the morning, while my mother-in-law drank coffee...and discuss our world, putting it in order! I would sip hot tea, or drink her iced tea...It only would have been better if I would have enjoyed coffee then, like I do now! OK, I've had two cups, blog is finished--time to get on with the day...
Just know, if we could have coffee...we'd discuss OUR world....Be blessed today...Be a blessing today!!!!!
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
High School--My School....
I love it when you can see God's hand in events and non-events in your life, don't you? Yesterday, I attended a 'move in' meeting with the girl's teachers, guidance counselor and the principal of the high school they attend. I thought this would be just a routine, 'here's how we do things here in Indiana, and do you have any questions' and, for the most part it was.
However, I was delighted to be able to bring the conversation that we had yesterday in to our 'on the way to school' conversation this morning and tie in a life lesson at the same time! Here's what happened:
Yesterday, as the conversation in our meeting unfolded, we learned that each of the people around the table had graduated from this school. Two had actually attended at the same time, and now live across the street from each other! And, one had been a student in recent enough years, that the principal sitting there, had also been the principal when she attended. I found this to be just a fun fact that they like to share. However, their children are all in public school, as well, and will most likely all graduate from this school.
The thing is, in my recent 'public school' experience, that is not the norm. Many teachers I have met send their children to private schools. While this is their business, and does not really concern me, I just found it refreshing that these sitting around the table truly seemed to enjoy working together, and they really seemed to like kids. (also refreshing, as this has not always been evident in conversations I have had with teachers)
Here's how it played out in 'real time' conversation this morning, though. I asked, 'have you met any cute boys?' Not really expecting an answer, but here's what I got: "yeah, one cute boy always stands by me, and talks to me, but he has a girl friend, so I sort of just move away" OK, that seemed wise enough, but at this point, I still have a pretty good memory...so here's what I said: 'remember, yesterday, when two of the people in the room had gone to high school together, and now live across the street from each other?--Wouldn't it have been really awkward if they had been awful to each other in high school? That's a really good reason for you to be nice to everyone...you never know when you might be their 'boss' later in life, OR you might need a job from them, instead...you just don't know what your life will bring...but for now, you just need to make friends with LOTS of kids....all kinds--OK? ' They thought that was a pretty good idea...then related a story about one of their new friends that is special needs...
And so it goes. I have related before how my sister, in all her honesty and because she loves me so much, has told me what a snoot I was in high school...for that I am truly sorry. If I offended you way back then, I am truly a different person now...and I am sorry. Know that some how, I am trying to redeem my past 'snooty-ness' by teaching me children to be more accepting and loving toward others...somehow, they are better at that toward others, then each other...If you have children, you know what I'm talking about...We'll continue to work on that, but for now, I'm thankful for the school our girls get to attend this year. It's gonna be a good good year!
However, I was delighted to be able to bring the conversation that we had yesterday in to our 'on the way to school' conversation this morning and tie in a life lesson at the same time! Here's what happened:
Yesterday, as the conversation in our meeting unfolded, we learned that each of the people around the table had graduated from this school. Two had actually attended at the same time, and now live across the street from each other! And, one had been a student in recent enough years, that the principal sitting there, had also been the principal when she attended. I found this to be just a fun fact that they like to share. However, their children are all in public school, as well, and will most likely all graduate from this school.
The thing is, in my recent 'public school' experience, that is not the norm. Many teachers I have met send their children to private schools. While this is their business, and does not really concern me, I just found it refreshing that these sitting around the table truly seemed to enjoy working together, and they really seemed to like kids. (also refreshing, as this has not always been evident in conversations I have had with teachers)
Here's how it played out in 'real time' conversation this morning, though. I asked, 'have you met any cute boys?' Not really expecting an answer, but here's what I got: "yeah, one cute boy always stands by me, and talks to me, but he has a girl friend, so I sort of just move away" OK, that seemed wise enough, but at this point, I still have a pretty good memory...so here's what I said: 'remember, yesterday, when two of the people in the room had gone to high school together, and now live across the street from each other?--Wouldn't it have been really awkward if they had been awful to each other in high school? That's a really good reason for you to be nice to everyone...you never know when you might be their 'boss' later in life, OR you might need a job from them, instead...you just don't know what your life will bring...but for now, you just need to make friends with LOTS of kids....all kinds--OK? ' They thought that was a pretty good idea...then related a story about one of their new friends that is special needs...
And so it goes. I have related before how my sister, in all her honesty and because she loves me so much, has told me what a snoot I was in high school...for that I am truly sorry. If I offended you way back then, I am truly a different person now...and I am sorry. Know that some how, I am trying to redeem my past 'snooty-ness' by teaching me children to be more accepting and loving toward others...somehow, they are better at that toward others, then each other...If you have children, you know what I'm talking about...We'll continue to work on that, but for now, I'm thankful for the school our girls get to attend this year. It's gonna be a good good year!
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
A Good Day for Healing!
And, school has started, actually, I should say it is in full-swing! The girls are settling in nicely, making friends, and I think they like their classes. They have had a few opportunities to meet new kids in town, but for the most part, they stick together...running, shooting baskets, playing pitch and catch--or just watching movies, or listening to music--and texting is near constant during all those activities! They make me laugh...and they never cease to amaze me--just their thought processes are so different from mine--I can learn so much from them. For, in them, there is little fear of people or in new experiences--their biggest fears are usually after watching scary movies--they are shy at first, but once they feel like you want to hear about them, they loosen up pretty quickly and start talking!
It was so much fun yesterday to get a phone call in the late morning...my phone has different ring-tones for each of the girls (thanks to Madison!) and Alayna's started playing. Well, imagine my delight when I said 'hello!'...and this little voice starts immediately relating all the details of 'her first day at Grace Pre-school!' Hilarious! And so precious! Ally called to tell me all about her teachers, what she had done and learned, what they played with and that they were having lunch in the park! LOVE IT! She is so excited to be learning, and to have 'her school' to talk about--she had learned how to 'sign' two words--and can't wait to show me those signs!
As I talked to Alayna later, she related how quiet her days have become with only one little one there! As I thought about that, it hit me how quiet my days are as I prepare for school, or getting a job, but settling us in to our new life. I have always had 'little' hands around to help me...and now, I face day-time hours alone. And, that is as it should be--just different for me to consider and enjoy!
That's what I would say to my friends that are facing 'empty nest' for a variety of reasons--embrace where you are, create your 'new normal'...and be thankful for this time...there is always something to be thankful for, in each stage and place our lives take us. Right now, I have time to study, organize, quietly think and plan, cook, exercise, blog(!) and make new friends...I am applying for jobs, praying for others...and considering our future. And, as my dear friend recently suggested: I have real time to heal. Heal? Really, you might ask...from what? I won't go 'there' at this moment, but I will say, that it is imperative that we not only choose to heal, but we allow ourselves time to heal from past hurts, or disappointments, or set backs, or health issues...our culture would push for the exact opposite...but healing is basic for the 'next part of your life'...to happen as it should!
How is that for run-on sentences and ideas that just spill out?
Right now, I'm off to Bible study to make new friends--and to be encouraged by God's word and His people--LOVE that!
It was so much fun yesterday to get a phone call in the late morning...my phone has different ring-tones for each of the girls (thanks to Madison!) and Alayna's started playing. Well, imagine my delight when I said 'hello!'...and this little voice starts immediately relating all the details of 'her first day at Grace Pre-school!' Hilarious! And so precious! Ally called to tell me all about her teachers, what she had done and learned, what they played with and that they were having lunch in the park! LOVE IT! She is so excited to be learning, and to have 'her school' to talk about--she had learned how to 'sign' two words--and can't wait to show me those signs!
As I talked to Alayna later, she related how quiet her days have become with only one little one there! As I thought about that, it hit me how quiet my days are as I prepare for school, or getting a job, but settling us in to our new life. I have always had 'little' hands around to help me...and now, I face day-time hours alone. And, that is as it should be--just different for me to consider and enjoy!
That's what I would say to my friends that are facing 'empty nest' for a variety of reasons--embrace where you are, create your 'new normal'...and be thankful for this time...there is always something to be thankful for, in each stage and place our lives take us. Right now, I have time to study, organize, quietly think and plan, cook, exercise, blog(!) and make new friends...I am applying for jobs, praying for others...and considering our future. And, as my dear friend recently suggested: I have real time to heal. Heal? Really, you might ask...from what? I won't go 'there' at this moment, but I will say, that it is imperative that we not only choose to heal, but we allow ourselves time to heal from past hurts, or disappointments, or set backs, or health issues...our culture would push for the exact opposite...but healing is basic for the 'next part of your life'...to happen as it should!
How is that for run-on sentences and ideas that just spill out?
Right now, I'm off to Bible study to make new friends--and to be encouraged by God's word and His people--LOVE that!
Monday, August 20, 2012
Just Thinking About Marriage...hmmmmm
It was a good week end in the Bishop home. We rested some, worked some, we explored our "new" town, met a couple of our neighbors, went to church together, and cooked together--but mostly, we talked and laughed together. Some of these things happened with all ten of us, some with only six of us, and then there were times for only four of us...but, for me, the most precious time was the time that was just Randy and me.
I suppose that I should preface what I'm going to say with the fact that we went to a movie together yesterday afternoon. The movie is new at the box office, it's called, "Hope Springs." Three of my favorite 'stars' joined together to make this movie: Meryl Streep, Tommy Lee Jones & Steve Carell. These can be extremely funny people, they did a decent job but the subject matter was delicate, to say the least, for I have met so many people are exactly where the characters, "Kay and Arnold," found themselves. -And, judging from the make up of the audience....I would say the producers were 'spot on'!
Randy & I took the girls to church yesterday morning, and they decided that they wanted to try the high school Sunday school class for their age group. When asked what they studied, they told us it was all about the subject of divorce, and how it affects them. (out of twenty kids in the class, only four families had original parents) Although divorce is not the subject of this post, marriage IS. And, in order to be divorced, you must have been married....marriage.
I do not pretend to have this subject mastered, and I would say that we have made our share of mistakes in our relationship. However, I know what I have observed, and what I live. More times than I can remember, Randy & I have been to dinner and while eating, we observe others around us. Used to, couples would just be sitting there, not even talking to each other...staring at their food, or at the table cloth...or 'out in to space'...but now, that exercise has been replaced with their cell phones...they are either both texting someone else, or playing a game, or who knows what, but there is still no communication between the couple. And so, I say, is it any wonder that there are so many unhappy people around? Closed off from each other, locked in their own space, with their own interests....Just this past week end, we were eating in a restaurant with all our kids. I observed a young woman, she looked beautiful, enjoying herself. I asked my girls who she was with, her dining companion was not in my line of vision and for her body language definitely said she was NOT with her husband--a boy friend maybe, or a best friend....I was correct--it was a good friend. OBVIOUSLY NONE of my business...but you must admit, an interesting observation...
I want to add that being married isn't really about 'your happiness'...Randy and I love each other very much, we have been together for a little over thirty-four years...and 'happy' wasn't always how we felt, in fact there was some long periods of sadness in there...(that happened when we buried our three year old, and his parents within an eighteen month span)...if we had gotten divorced every time we felt unhappy, we would have never made it through the first year. It was more about being committed to each other, and the life we were trying to build for our family. It became more about communicating and knowing why we were 'unhappy'...because sometimes 'unhappiness' has nothing to do with the other person...it has to do with circumstances that neither can control.
Keeping our marriage alive is about our relationship, about communicating and about striving to truly enjoy the other person's presence. Our culture is so 'me' oriented, that it is easy to cultivate a whole portion of our lives that have nothing to do with our spouses. Then, months or years later decide you have nothing in common...because you've been too busy with your own interests. Do not misunderstand, we are individuals, and we do have separate interests, but it is of utmost importance that we make time to connect our interests to each other...and spend time laughing, crying, joking and talking about things that are common to both of us.
I am not the most eloquent when it comes to putting this next paragraph in to words, but this relationship I have with Randy is precious to me. I have to decide every single day that it is a priority. I have had, in the distant past, to ask God to help me, to actually restore my love for him...and because He is faithful, He did...
Our marriage relationship is very personal. private and precious, so there are many things I will not share in such a public forum as this blog post. However, I have concern that others do not share in their marriages out of fear. For that reason, I want to encourage you, if you are married, to replace the fear you have about your spouse with trust. Do not waste time being afraid to tell your spouse how you feel about things.
The other thing I want to say is that God designed marriage...He is Tri-une, modeling relationship between 'Father, Son and Holy Spirit'. Three in one, loving, living and modeling community. This is a model for the marriage relationship...mutual respect, love, submission...by asking God to be the leader of our home and our marriage...us individually and together seeking God's best of ourselves, each other and our family...seeking to Honor God, and bring glory to His Name because of our relationship...that's it.
Go read Psalm 51...I especially love the words "Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me."
Somehow, those words resonate with me, even when I am talking about my marriage. I want a pure heart toward Randy, I want to be with him as much as I can...but more than that, I want a pure heart toward God, and I want His presence more than the air I breathe...for without it, I am nothing.
I wanted to share this with you, as well, for somehow, it spoke to my heart concerning my marriage...maybe it will yours, too!
This was my scripture this morning, turn to it in your Bible...but I will close with this:
Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.
But among you there must not be even a hint of sexual immorality, or any kind of impurity, or of greed, because these are improper for God's holy people. Nor should there be obscenity, foolish talk or coarse joking, which are out of place, but rather thanksgiving. For of this you can be sure: No immoral, impure or greedy person--such a man is an isolator--has any inheritance in the kingdom of Christ, and of God. Let no one deceive you with empty words, for because of such things God's wrath comes on those who are disobedient. Therefore do not be partners with them. Ephesians 5:1-7
Be aware of how you are interacting with your spouse...for others are watching you. Put away your cell phone, when you are eating together, engage in conversation..don't be afraid to laugh and enjoy each other...life is way too short to waste it by not having fun together, truly laughing and talking together. If you don't know how to do this anymore...then ask God to renew your love, and give you creative ways to communicate with each other...just sayin'!
I suppose that I should preface what I'm going to say with the fact that we went to a movie together yesterday afternoon. The movie is new at the box office, it's called, "Hope Springs." Three of my favorite 'stars' joined together to make this movie: Meryl Streep, Tommy Lee Jones & Steve Carell. These can be extremely funny people, they did a decent job but the subject matter was delicate, to say the least, for I have met so many people are exactly where the characters, "Kay and Arnold," found themselves. -And, judging from the make up of the audience....I would say the producers were 'spot on'!
Randy & I took the girls to church yesterday morning, and they decided that they wanted to try the high school Sunday school class for their age group. When asked what they studied, they told us it was all about the subject of divorce, and how it affects them. (out of twenty kids in the class, only four families had original parents) Although divorce is not the subject of this post, marriage IS. And, in order to be divorced, you must have been married....marriage.
I do not pretend to have this subject mastered, and I would say that we have made our share of mistakes in our relationship. However, I know what I have observed, and what I live. More times than I can remember, Randy & I have been to dinner and while eating, we observe others around us. Used to, couples would just be sitting there, not even talking to each other...staring at their food, or at the table cloth...or 'out in to space'...but now, that exercise has been replaced with their cell phones...they are either both texting someone else, or playing a game, or who knows what, but there is still no communication between the couple. And so, I say, is it any wonder that there are so many unhappy people around? Closed off from each other, locked in their own space, with their own interests....Just this past week end, we were eating in a restaurant with all our kids. I observed a young woman, she looked beautiful, enjoying herself. I asked my girls who she was with, her dining companion was not in my line of vision and for her body language definitely said she was NOT with her husband--a boy friend maybe, or a best friend....I was correct--it was a good friend. OBVIOUSLY NONE of my business...but you must admit, an interesting observation...
I want to add that being married isn't really about 'your happiness'...Randy and I love each other very much, we have been together for a little over thirty-four years...and 'happy' wasn't always how we felt, in fact there was some long periods of sadness in there...(that happened when we buried our three year old, and his parents within an eighteen month span)...if we had gotten divorced every time we felt unhappy, we would have never made it through the first year. It was more about being committed to each other, and the life we were trying to build for our family. It became more about communicating and knowing why we were 'unhappy'...because sometimes 'unhappiness' has nothing to do with the other person...it has to do with circumstances that neither can control.
Keeping our marriage alive is about our relationship, about communicating and about striving to truly enjoy the other person's presence. Our culture is so 'me' oriented, that it is easy to cultivate a whole portion of our lives that have nothing to do with our spouses. Then, months or years later decide you have nothing in common...because you've been too busy with your own interests. Do not misunderstand, we are individuals, and we do have separate interests, but it is of utmost importance that we make time to connect our interests to each other...and spend time laughing, crying, joking and talking about things that are common to both of us.
I am not the most eloquent when it comes to putting this next paragraph in to words, but this relationship I have with Randy is precious to me. I have to decide every single day that it is a priority. I have had, in the distant past, to ask God to help me, to actually restore my love for him...and because He is faithful, He did...
Our marriage relationship is very personal. private and precious, so there are many things I will not share in such a public forum as this blog post. However, I have concern that others do not share in their marriages out of fear. For that reason, I want to encourage you, if you are married, to replace the fear you have about your spouse with trust. Do not waste time being afraid to tell your spouse how you feel about things.
The other thing I want to say is that God designed marriage...He is Tri-une, modeling relationship between 'Father, Son and Holy Spirit'. Three in one, loving, living and modeling community. This is a model for the marriage relationship...mutual respect, love, submission...by asking God to be the leader of our home and our marriage...us individually and together seeking God's best of ourselves, each other and our family...seeking to Honor God, and bring glory to His Name because of our relationship...that's it.
Go read Psalm 51...I especially love the words "Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me."
Somehow, those words resonate with me, even when I am talking about my marriage. I want a pure heart toward Randy, I want to be with him as much as I can...but more than that, I want a pure heart toward God, and I want His presence more than the air I breathe...for without it, I am nothing.
I wanted to share this with you, as well, for somehow, it spoke to my heart concerning my marriage...maybe it will yours, too!
This was my scripture this morning, turn to it in your Bible...but I will close with this:
Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.
But among you there must not be even a hint of sexual immorality, or any kind of impurity, or of greed, because these are improper for God's holy people. Nor should there be obscenity, foolish talk or coarse joking, which are out of place, but rather thanksgiving. For of this you can be sure: No immoral, impure or greedy person--such a man is an isolator--has any inheritance in the kingdom of Christ, and of God. Let no one deceive you with empty words, for because of such things God's wrath comes on those who are disobedient. Therefore do not be partners with them. Ephesians 5:1-7
Be aware of how you are interacting with your spouse...for others are watching you. Put away your cell phone, when you are eating together, engage in conversation..don't be afraid to laugh and enjoy each other...life is way too short to waste it by not having fun together, truly laughing and talking together. If you don't know how to do this anymore...then ask God to renew your love, and give you creative ways to communicate with each other...just sayin'!
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
No, I'm not Hilary Clinton..,
Have you ever had a period in your life when you had more questions than answers? I'm not trying to be philosophical, or scary, I just have a lot of questions right now. I have said for years, that I do better if I don't 'turn on the news' in the morning...it ruins the rest of my day. Well, it is true.
However, since we have settled in to our new home, I have turned on "Morning Joe" more often than not. I think I have a responsibility to be somewhat informed about the happenings in the world in which I reside....but I must hold all that information in tension with what I know to be true of my God. If I intend to be sane this side of the grave, I have found that before I turn on the news, whether it is from our TV, or the Internet, I must meet with My God. I do this in the pages of His word, and through my prayer life.
Today is a busy day of prayer for me. I found out on FaceBook that a tragedy happened at one of our family member's home over the week end. Another tragedy happened in the lives of some of our friends in Southern Illinois. I also find my thoughts returning throughout the day to the situation unfolding at my school, and my dear friends that are on the front lines, sorting that all out.
In each of these times, I am reminded over and over how fragile life is, and how we should treasure every breath. Of course, in our culture there seems to be a push to live life as quickly as we can, to get as much 'done' as possible before the next 'thing'....
When we rush through life, however, we do not have time to appreciate the relationships or the blessings that we have right in front of us. I hear parents sometimes bemoan the fact that 'their baby has grown up so fast'...and 'the years go by so quickly'...and I look at young moms (and remember being a mom of little children--twice--ten years apart!!!) and it is no wonder!!
When our children are young, we are constantly in the car, taking them to practices, events, functions, lessons or some other appointment! Those are years that, unless you are purposeful with your calendar, time can get away from you in a hurry!
I can remember one hurried day when, getting Alayna and Holly finally in the car, I was not being very nice as I said "Hurry, get in and get buckled up!" Alayna just sat down, so sadly and said,
"I'm really trying, mommy..."...she was only 3...I stopped and cried with her for a minute. Lesson learned--sort of.
As they got older, I didn't care whether my kids played on teams, or were most popular...it didn't matter, because I just didn't want them to rush through being a kid. Soon enough, they become adults, with tons of responsibilities...and if they rush through being a kid, they'll rush through being an adult...never ever stopping to learn to savor the moment, and enjoy. Truly enjoy their lives. (Perhaps the epidemic of sleep deprivation that our country faces is, in part, due to this pace we condition our lives to be, because we must keep up with those around us!--just sayin'!)
Life is a precious gift. It does go by quickly, I know this because I have taken time to listen to people that are over ninety--and many of them live there with few regrets...savor the moment, grieve your losses, take time to actually play, create, pray, eat and savor your relationships....take time to laugh, smile, time to really read and enjoy what is being said...take time to really get to know God while you are here on this earth--it isn't difficult, you must commit to opening His word, and actually being purposeful in your search--for His word says that He will be found by those who seek Him!!!
Back to me and my day, though-- judging from the news this morning, I would have a lot more fun traveling with Hilary Clinton today, as she looks like she had a blast dancing in South Africa!
I must remember, though, God didn't call me to be her, He designed me to be me...and for that I am truly thankful!
And so, instead of dancing in South Africa and saving the world, I'll have fun planning dinner for the twins & Randy, and unpacking MORE boxes!!!! But, you can bet, I will enjoy my day...no matter who is running for president, and what their budget looks like. My hope does not lie in those things, for they constantly change, for we are fickle...And,"I am not ashamed, because I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him for that day!" (2Timothy 1:12)
However, since we have settled in to our new home, I have turned on "Morning Joe" more often than not. I think I have a responsibility to be somewhat informed about the happenings in the world in which I reside....but I must hold all that information in tension with what I know to be true of my God. If I intend to be sane this side of the grave, I have found that before I turn on the news, whether it is from our TV, or the Internet, I must meet with My God. I do this in the pages of His word, and through my prayer life.
Today is a busy day of prayer for me. I found out on FaceBook that a tragedy happened at one of our family member's home over the week end. Another tragedy happened in the lives of some of our friends in Southern Illinois. I also find my thoughts returning throughout the day to the situation unfolding at my school, and my dear friends that are on the front lines, sorting that all out.
In each of these times, I am reminded over and over how fragile life is, and how we should treasure every breath. Of course, in our culture there seems to be a push to live life as quickly as we can, to get as much 'done' as possible before the next 'thing'....
When we rush through life, however, we do not have time to appreciate the relationships or the blessings that we have right in front of us. I hear parents sometimes bemoan the fact that 'their baby has grown up so fast'...and 'the years go by so quickly'...and I look at young moms (and remember being a mom of little children--twice--ten years apart!!!) and it is no wonder!!
When our children are young, we are constantly in the car, taking them to practices, events, functions, lessons or some other appointment! Those are years that, unless you are purposeful with your calendar, time can get away from you in a hurry!
I can remember one hurried day when, getting Alayna and Holly finally in the car, I was not being very nice as I said "Hurry, get in and get buckled up!" Alayna just sat down, so sadly and said,
"I'm really trying, mommy..."...she was only 3...I stopped and cried with her for a minute. Lesson learned--sort of.
As they got older, I didn't care whether my kids played on teams, or were most popular...it didn't matter, because I just didn't want them to rush through being a kid. Soon enough, they become adults, with tons of responsibilities...and if they rush through being a kid, they'll rush through being an adult...never ever stopping to learn to savor the moment, and enjoy. Truly enjoy their lives. (Perhaps the epidemic of sleep deprivation that our country faces is, in part, due to this pace we condition our lives to be, because we must keep up with those around us!--just sayin'!)
Life is a precious gift. It does go by quickly, I know this because I have taken time to listen to people that are over ninety--and many of them live there with few regrets...savor the moment, grieve your losses, take time to actually play, create, pray, eat and savor your relationships....take time to laugh, smile, time to really read and enjoy what is being said...take time to really get to know God while you are here on this earth--it isn't difficult, you must commit to opening His word, and actually being purposeful in your search--for His word says that He will be found by those who seek Him!!!
Back to me and my day, though-- judging from the news this morning, I would have a lot more fun traveling with Hilary Clinton today, as she looks like she had a blast dancing in South Africa!
I must remember, though, God didn't call me to be her, He designed me to be me...and for that I am truly thankful!
And so, instead of dancing in South Africa and saving the world, I'll have fun planning dinner for the twins & Randy, and unpacking MORE boxes!!!! But, you can bet, I will enjoy my day...no matter who is running for president, and what their budget looks like. My hope does not lie in those things, for they constantly change, for we are fickle...And,"I am not ashamed, because I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him for that day!" (2Timothy 1:12)
Friday, August 10, 2012
It's Five O'Clock in the Morning.....sing it with me....
Well, I did it! I just hit the 'send' button, thus turning in my final project for my summer semester! It feels really good to be finished with the course work. However, I love the work involved in going to school, so I will begin my fall semester reading early next week, even though that semester does not begin for about three weeks.
Most wise counsel would say: put down the book, paint the shed, and get everything else put away. I intend to do those things, as well....for this coming week will mark the beginning of our 'new routine' as a family! The girls begin school on Tuesday, secretly, I think they are excited. However, outwardly, they groan about getting up early, and going to bed earlier! In the summer, they stay up super late...and sleep super late...(I've never been convinced that it is a good idea to sleep past eight am on any day...I feel like I've wasted the best time of day if I do that!)
I will be thankful for the routine, and thankful that they will be making new friends and doing things --well, SOME things that kids their age do...this fall they will most likely be getting their driver's license...I remember saying that the junior high years were like puberty in stereo...getting their license will be worse...I'm considering putting it off until they are twenty one...but then I reason that I am only hurting myself in the long run--for I remember the days that I could send Alayna or Holly to the store for me, or run an errand that I didn't have time to get to...they loved driving, as I am certain the younger girls will love, as well!
We are going to get to see our 'babies' this evening--for that I am so thankful! They make me smile, and most of the time they make me laugh out loud! I get to get my eyes tested tomorrow! I have great plans for new glasses--hoping that becomes a reality!
I have been awake since 3:30am...finishing up and double checking my bibliography...I pressed send at 5:45...it is now, 6:05 am...I think I should wake up the girls, and tell them we are going to work on the basement...hmmmmm...not a good idea...I will so much more enjoy the quiet of their sleeping than the moaning that 'it isn't even day-light yet'...I'll instead, brew a pot of coffee, grab my Bible and have a little party: Just me and God!!!
I'll write more later, you know I will!
Most wise counsel would say: put down the book, paint the shed, and get everything else put away. I intend to do those things, as well....for this coming week will mark the beginning of our 'new routine' as a family! The girls begin school on Tuesday, secretly, I think they are excited. However, outwardly, they groan about getting up early, and going to bed earlier! In the summer, they stay up super late...and sleep super late...(I've never been convinced that it is a good idea to sleep past eight am on any day...I feel like I've wasted the best time of day if I do that!)
I will be thankful for the routine, and thankful that they will be making new friends and doing things --well, SOME things that kids their age do...this fall they will most likely be getting their driver's license...I remember saying that the junior high years were like puberty in stereo...getting their license will be worse...I'm considering putting it off until they are twenty one...but then I reason that I am only hurting myself in the long run--for I remember the days that I could send Alayna or Holly to the store for me, or run an errand that I didn't have time to get to...they loved driving, as I am certain the younger girls will love, as well!
We are going to get to see our 'babies' this evening--for that I am so thankful! They make me smile, and most of the time they make me laugh out loud! I get to get my eyes tested tomorrow! I have great plans for new glasses--hoping that becomes a reality!
I have been awake since 3:30am...finishing up and double checking my bibliography...I pressed send at 5:45...it is now, 6:05 am...I think I should wake up the girls, and tell them we are going to work on the basement...hmmmmm...not a good idea...I will so much more enjoy the quiet of their sleeping than the moaning that 'it isn't even day-light yet'...I'll instead, brew a pot of coffee, grab my Bible and have a little party: Just me and God!!!
I'll write more later, you know I will!
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Un-Packing the Treasures....and the Memories
It's time to get moving...I don't mean packing up again...thank goodness! I mean finishing the "UN-packing"!!!! And, yet, some part of me would like to put it off as long as possible. Alayna, in her young woman wisdom recently said, "Mom, if you haven't 'looked at it' in a year, you probably really don't need it!"
Needing it may not be the right word to use for 'it'...but having 'it' around because I love 'it' is another story. I am reminded of my grandmas, more times than I can count as I unpack these things. The things I am talking about are things that have either come to me from those grandmas...like the cookie jar that sat on my great-grandma Melton's kitchen counter. By the time I met her, she kept store-bought cookies in there, ginger snaps, or oatmeal raisin...but they always tasted moist and delicious! Of course, that was in the 60's and 70's...and I can still hear her say "These are Archway!"--so we would know they were good! My dad--when he was a little boy--had gotten cookies out of that jar--as had her six children, and her fifteen grandchildren. And, just to keep the family peace, I should write taht I did not 'inherit' the cookie jar directly from her, no, it went to my dad first...as he was the oldest grandchild...but I got it a little later.
I have a blue pitcher that is 'really old' that sat in my mother-in-law's corner cabinet of her living room as long as I've been in the family...It had been either her mother's or her aunt's...but it is beautiful to me.
I also have an 'old bowl' that belonged to my one of my aunt's...and beautiful hand made things that my grandmas --AnnaBelle, Virginia and my great grandma Lucille made. There are precious quilts that friends made when I did women's ministry in Olney...there is valuable artwork that Alayna made when she was little, and precious things that Macy made when she was only 2-1/2...the twins made concrete blocks for the garden, which are in our landscaping right now...and an 'annivershereeee' present that Holly made when she was 5 or 6...
Do I 'need' these things to survive on this earth? Absolutely not. Are they valuable? No, only to me, and perhaps my children...or not...they are not particularly sentimental....But, the last time I visited AnnaBelle, (my amazing, blessing of a Grandma) before she moved to her assisted living apartment...back when she had her home...she could walk to anything in her home and say, "Well, your dad brought me that from.....OR, Dad and I picked that out when we were first married (at that time would have been 67 years or so before!)...OR, my friend made me this, OR she found this for me at a garage sale, because she knew I would love it"....none of these things were worth much monetarily...it just meant a lot to her that someone had thought of her, and brought it to her, forming a precious memory!
Maybe, just maybe, this is the reason I have been hesitating to unpack the last of the boxes...I want to take my time, and savor the memories...and place my treasures in conspicuous--or not so conspicuous places in this home...At the same time, being judicious about exactly what I keep, in order to save my children a lot of time when I'm gone...for they might not appreciate these things like I do--or at least have the memory attached to 'it'...
For example, my Great-grandma's cookie jar is just a cookie jar to them, as she died before they were born. But, to me, good good memories are attached to her home, I can still smell the spicy apple sauce cooking...or the gorgeous fragrances from her back porch, where we would look at 'how her plants were doing' every time we visited her! And, no--I did not get a green thumb from her, my cousin, Nadine Williams--Flower Ridge Farms--got all that talent and know-how, and for that I am truly thankful! Thankful that somebody got it in our generation--and apparently Nadine was paying more attention than me, when we looked at all those plants!
No, my treasures deserve my time...and so, I'm going to buy some really good coffee, and plan the days I'm going to spend UN-packing them ..maybe I'll keep a journal for this experience, for some day my girls will wonder 'what is this? OR why did mom keep this? OR, this is UGLY, why is it important?' But, those days will happen after I'm gone!
Needing it may not be the right word to use for 'it'...but having 'it' around because I love 'it' is another story. I am reminded of my grandmas, more times than I can count as I unpack these things. The things I am talking about are things that have either come to me from those grandmas...like the cookie jar that sat on my great-grandma Melton's kitchen counter. By the time I met her, she kept store-bought cookies in there, ginger snaps, or oatmeal raisin...but they always tasted moist and delicious! Of course, that was in the 60's and 70's...and I can still hear her say "These are Archway!"--so we would know they were good! My dad--when he was a little boy--had gotten cookies out of that jar--as had her six children, and her fifteen grandchildren. And, just to keep the family peace, I should write taht I did not 'inherit' the cookie jar directly from her, no, it went to my dad first...as he was the oldest grandchild...but I got it a little later.
I have a blue pitcher that is 'really old' that sat in my mother-in-law's corner cabinet of her living room as long as I've been in the family...It had been either her mother's or her aunt's...but it is beautiful to me.
I also have an 'old bowl' that belonged to my one of my aunt's...and beautiful hand made things that my grandmas --AnnaBelle, Virginia and my great grandma Lucille made. There are precious quilts that friends made when I did women's ministry in Olney...there is valuable artwork that Alayna made when she was little, and precious things that Macy made when she was only 2-1/2...the twins made concrete blocks for the garden, which are in our landscaping right now...and an 'annivershereeee' present that Holly made when she was 5 or 6...
Do I 'need' these things to survive on this earth? Absolutely not. Are they valuable? No, only to me, and perhaps my children...or not...they are not particularly sentimental....But, the last time I visited AnnaBelle, (my amazing, blessing of a Grandma) before she moved to her assisted living apartment...back when she had her home...she could walk to anything in her home and say, "Well, your dad brought me that from.....OR, Dad and I picked that out when we were first married (at that time would have been 67 years or so before!)...OR, my friend made me this, OR she found this for me at a garage sale, because she knew I would love it"....none of these things were worth much monetarily...it just meant a lot to her that someone had thought of her, and brought it to her, forming a precious memory!
Maybe, just maybe, this is the reason I have been hesitating to unpack the last of the boxes...I want to take my time, and savor the memories...and place my treasures in conspicuous--or not so conspicuous places in this home...At the same time, being judicious about exactly what I keep, in order to save my children a lot of time when I'm gone...for they might not appreciate these things like I do--or at least have the memory attached to 'it'...
For example, my Great-grandma's cookie jar is just a cookie jar to them, as she died before they were born. But, to me, good good memories are attached to her home, I can still smell the spicy apple sauce cooking...or the gorgeous fragrances from her back porch, where we would look at 'how her plants were doing' every time we visited her! And, no--I did not get a green thumb from her, my cousin, Nadine Williams--Flower Ridge Farms--got all that talent and know-how, and for that I am truly thankful! Thankful that somebody got it in our generation--and apparently Nadine was paying more attention than me, when we looked at all those plants!
No, my treasures deserve my time...and so, I'm going to buy some really good coffee, and plan the days I'm going to spend UN-packing them ..maybe I'll keep a journal for this experience, for some day my girls will wonder 'what is this? OR why did mom keep this? OR, this is UGLY, why is it important?' But, those days will happen after I'm gone!
Monday, August 6, 2012
Thankful...Today's "Moment"
When I began writing this blog, almost three years ago, I called it "Moments with Marsha". That seemed fitting at the time, and it still seems to fit somehow. Mostly I wanted to offer my perspective from the point of view of a mom, a sister, a daughter, grand daughter, friend, a grandma and even a student.
Today I had a moment when I felt overwhelmingly blessed! It hit me how comfortable we are here in our new town, in our new home, close to our older kids, yet there are still so many variables in our life--and that is OK!
Later, took a few minutes to reflect on the week end I just enjoyed with close friends from Northern Illinois. Our daughter had a "groupon" to hang glide in southern Wisconsin, so I got to ride with her to our friends' house--as a surprise...and it was a surprise! It is a rare thing to have such close friends--and so, I reflected on the length and depth of our friendship, and the fact that we all consider it a gift straight from God--surprises and all!
Another blessing of my day was the time I was afforded to sit in my new robe with my second cup of coffee and work on my research paper. (which is due in a few days) I love this robe--a gift from Randy and the girls for my birthday last week--it is so comfy and cozy! And, because I already told you about the 'back room' of our house, you know I was sitting back there...enjoying the view--and the coffee!
Later on, to our delight, when Rand and I got home from working out, our girls were actually cleaning. Not just hurrying through, no, they were actually on their hands and knees, scrubbing the bathroom and kitchen floor...why? Because I asked them to do it 'before Friday'...they just felt like today was a good day! Woo HOO!!!
Today's moment, then, would just be "being thankful." Thankful for this move, for our home, our family, good friends and helping hands. I'm thankful for opportunities...like school for me, a job for Rand, and the possibility a job for me...getting to know our grand babies on a deeper level...making friends with our kids....being able to do the rest of our unpacking in our spare time...and relaxing in the evening with each other...oh, and skype-ing with my mom, just about every morning...she doesn't care that I'm usually still in my robe.
Today I had a moment when I felt overwhelmingly blessed! It hit me how comfortable we are here in our new town, in our new home, close to our older kids, yet there are still so many variables in our life--and that is OK!
Later, took a few minutes to reflect on the week end I just enjoyed with close friends from Northern Illinois. Our daughter had a "groupon" to hang glide in southern Wisconsin, so I got to ride with her to our friends' house--as a surprise...and it was a surprise! It is a rare thing to have such close friends--and so, I reflected on the length and depth of our friendship, and the fact that we all consider it a gift straight from God--surprises and all!
Another blessing of my day was the time I was afforded to sit in my new robe with my second cup of coffee and work on my research paper. (which is due in a few days) I love this robe--a gift from Randy and the girls for my birthday last week--it is so comfy and cozy! And, because I already told you about the 'back room' of our house, you know I was sitting back there...enjoying the view--and the coffee!
Later on, to our delight, when Rand and I got home from working out, our girls were actually cleaning. Not just hurrying through, no, they were actually on their hands and knees, scrubbing the bathroom and kitchen floor...why? Because I asked them to do it 'before Friday'...they just felt like today was a good day! Woo HOO!!!
Today's moment, then, would just be "being thankful." Thankful for this move, for our home, our family, good friends and helping hands. I'm thankful for opportunities...like school for me, a job for Rand, and the possibility a job for me...getting to know our grand babies on a deeper level...making friends with our kids....being able to do the rest of our unpacking in our spare time...and relaxing in the evening with each other...oh, and skype-ing with my mom, just about every morning...she doesn't care that I'm usually still in my robe.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Remember, we have an Enemy...
I am amazed at the simple, yet complex truths that God's word offers us. We have to choose to look and find it, but it is true that God's word is the place that the answers to life can be found. However, know that we have an enemy that hates us is essential, for he, is eager to seek, kill and destroy...destroy our hope, our attitude, our very lives...beware!
Sometimes in the simple statements of what has become known as the 'Beattitudes'...found in Matthew 5.
Consider, 'Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.' OR, 'Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.' How about, 'Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth'? OR, 'Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.' Also, 'Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.'
Think about 'Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.' And, in our day, 'Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons' of God.' Finishing with 'Blessed are those who are persecuted for reighteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.' And, 'Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.'
Also, consider words from Psalm 30, actually you should have it open on your lap as you read this...words used there are extol.....O Lord My God...Sing praises...weeping may tarry for the night...but joy comes with the morning...O Lord, my helper!...turned my mourning into dancing...O Lord, My God, I will give thanks to you forever!
We cannot have our mourning turned to dancing until we give our mourning to the One who loves us most. We cannot be comforted when we mourn, unless we are willing to the trust the God of all Comfort with our pain. We cannot truly be satisfied in this life, until we are truly hungry and thirsty for righteousness. When we have a pure heart, we will see God....
This isn't a lesson on Matthew 5:3-12 OR Psalm 30...it is just me, thinking as I write about the people I have encountered this week, and their pain and suffering, their joys and victories...and issues that we see in the news. My point, if I am to make one, would be to live in such a way that your life extols the Glory of the Living God....not giving in to the temptations and quick fixes of this world.
It is easy to compromise, only to soon discover that you have caused yourself much pain--stay the course! This statement only comes because I attended my 'assigned' AA meeting this week. (remember, I have to write a reflection paper about it for my Counseling the Addicted class) The room was full of people who no longer wanted to wake up tomorrow with a hang-over...they each seemed to take responsibility for the place their lives had been....(my prayer is that they would stay the course, and find Divine Healing in the process.) In our culture, though, it is easy to compromise, on our taxes, with our kids or spouses, at our jobs--just watch out!
Keep your thoughts and motives pure before the Lord (think about the long-term damage the addiction to pornography has on marriages (not to mention the on-going battle that women face because they are continually objectified by men)--many are in counseling/therapy/divorce court because of this--so the 50 Shades of Gray series may NOT be the best choice for your summer read--keep your marriage bed pure--just sayin')...
And, do not be surprised when others hate you for your 'stand' on certain issues (think about scrutiny Chick-fil-a is currently facing--their founders are Christian)
Speak truth, live quiet lives, honor God, encourage others, but no, do not be taken by surprise when the world hates you...remember, they hated Jesus, too. But, He is the One in which I keep My HOPE, for He overpowered the grave!!! And, because of that empty tomb, we have hope and a future beyond what 'this worlk' and all it's imperfections has to offer!
Sometimes in the simple statements of what has become known as the 'Beattitudes'...found in Matthew 5.
Consider, 'Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.' OR, 'Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.' How about, 'Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth'? OR, 'Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.' Also, 'Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.'
Think about 'Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.' And, in our day, 'Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons' of God.' Finishing with 'Blessed are those who are persecuted for reighteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.' And, 'Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.'
Also, consider words from Psalm 30, actually you should have it open on your lap as you read this...words used there are extol.....O Lord My God...Sing praises...weeping may tarry for the night...but joy comes with the morning...O Lord, my helper!...turned my mourning into dancing...O Lord, My God, I will give thanks to you forever!
We cannot have our mourning turned to dancing until we give our mourning to the One who loves us most. We cannot be comforted when we mourn, unless we are willing to the trust the God of all Comfort with our pain. We cannot truly be satisfied in this life, until we are truly hungry and thirsty for righteousness. When we have a pure heart, we will see God....
This isn't a lesson on Matthew 5:3-12 OR Psalm 30...it is just me, thinking as I write about the people I have encountered this week, and their pain and suffering, their joys and victories...and issues that we see in the news. My point, if I am to make one, would be to live in such a way that your life extols the Glory of the Living God....not giving in to the temptations and quick fixes of this world.
It is easy to compromise, only to soon discover that you have caused yourself much pain--stay the course! This statement only comes because I attended my 'assigned' AA meeting this week. (remember, I have to write a reflection paper about it for my Counseling the Addicted class) The room was full of people who no longer wanted to wake up tomorrow with a hang-over...they each seemed to take responsibility for the place their lives had been....(my prayer is that they would stay the course, and find Divine Healing in the process.) In our culture, though, it is easy to compromise, on our taxes, with our kids or spouses, at our jobs--just watch out!
Keep your thoughts and motives pure before the Lord (think about the long-term damage the addiction to pornography has on marriages (not to mention the on-going battle that women face because they are continually objectified by men)--many are in counseling/therapy/divorce court because of this--so the 50 Shades of Gray series may NOT be the best choice for your summer read--keep your marriage bed pure--just sayin')...
And, do not be surprised when others hate you for your 'stand' on certain issues (think about scrutiny Chick-fil-a is currently facing--their founders are Christian)
Speak truth, live quiet lives, honor God, encourage others, but no, do not be taken by surprise when the world hates you...remember, they hated Jesus, too. But, He is the One in which I keep My HOPE, for He overpowered the grave!!! And, because of that empty tomb, we have hope and a future beyond what 'this worlk' and all it's imperfections has to offer!
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