Hi, friends. Just checking in to let you know I am out of commission for a while. Nasty cold has me completely exhausted. So I'm going to sleep as much as I can - while still doing life - and I'll be back here as soon as I feel up to it.Grace and peace and good rest to you!
Friday, October 21, 2016
The LORD reigns, he is robed in majesty; the LORD is robed in majesty and is armed with strength. The world is firmly established; it cannot be moved. Your throne was established long ago; you are from all eternity. The seas have lifted up, O LORD, the seas have lifted up their voice; the seas have lifted up their pounding waves. Mightier than the thunder of the great waters, mightier than the breakers of the sea - the LORD on high is mighty. Your statutes stand firm; holiness adorns your house for endless days, O LORD. ~Psalm 93Oh, how perfect is God's timing - that HE would see me "randomly" read this psalm. As the election draws near.If I may be honest with you: even though I know God is on His throne; even though I pray and will continue to do so; in spite of the fact that I have read several entreaties which aim to convince the audience that the results of the upcoming election in the United States are in His hands and He will remain on His throne - nevertheless, I still find myself fearful at times. Still wonder sometimes how bleak our future might be.And God knows my thoughts.I know HE knows.Because HE brought this psalm into my view. And He's going to work the Truth into my heart. I mean, just look at those words! They convey confidence and certainty and courage. Within these words there is no room for "if so-and-so gets elected", or "provided a certain type of judge is appointed", or even "assuming particular rulings and laws are upheld".The LORD reigns. Period.And I have decided - so God may work this Truth into my heart as the election draws near - to memorize this psalm. I am going to learn and meditate on one verse each week, for the next five weeks. I am going to cast my anxiety on GOD and invite Him to tell me all about His rule, might, and eternal reign.Now, if you'll excuse me - I'm going to go get a picture in my head of God robed in majesty and armed with strength, and I am going to praise Him for His power and faithfulness.I welcome anyone to join me on this five-week journey.
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Wednesday morning, 7:23. Matthew: Uh, Mom, I missed the bus. Can you drive me to school? Some unclear under-his-breath rumblings about the new bus driver coming too early. *Grab the keys and head out the door. Breakfast can wait a few minutes.*Wednesday morning, 11:40. Josh: Uh, Mom, are you doing anything right now? Can you go with me to the mechanic's so I can drop off my Jeep, and you can bring me home?*Check the time. Yep, if we hurry I can do this and make it to my 12:30 appointment.* Wednesday afternoon, 3:53. Matthew: Uh, Mom, can you take me to work?*Sure. And next week I can drive you to your driving test so you can get your license!* Wednesday afternoon, 4:15. Josh: Uh, Mom, can you help me move Matthew's desk out into the van? Lots of explanation about how he wants to set up a scene to make a video for his Youtube channel.*Why not? It isn't like the desk is heavy and I'll throw my back out, or anything.* Wednesday evening, 5:10. Josh: (on the phone with Brian) Yeah. Are you going to be home soon?...Oh. Josh: (to me) Dad is going to be late. Can you take me to make the video? Because he can't unload the desk on location by himself. *OK. When the soup I'm preparing for dinner is ready to "simmer for 20 minutes," well, I'll give you 20 minutes to get this thing done.* And so it goes. Takin' my boys where they need to go, so they can do what they need to do. Sometimes that means putting aside what I need or want to do. Other times it means I get to feel needed. And every time, it increases my feeling of job security.How do the every-day needs of your kiddos influence your days?And what do you do to keep a positive outlook?
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Almost six weeks ago, Brian and I started taking dance lessons.At his suggestion. I know! Amazing, isn't it? (There is a reason I call him "Mr. Wonderful".) OK, full disclosure - his friend invited us to the class. It wasn't all Brian's doing. But he could have said no to his friend without ever telling me about it. And he didn't. Mr. Wonderful.It has been fun learning how to dance with Brian. And I am looking forward to the next time we get to go to a wedding reception - and really dance. (I mean, we have A LOT of practicing to do. But we'll get there.)The interesting thing to me, though, is that learning to dance is only secondary to what this class is really teaching me. That is, this is the first time I have danced when I am not supposed to memorize a routine and perform it to the best of MY ability. This time, I am simply to learn various steps - and follow Brian's lead.When our lessons first began, the whole idea of following his lead sounded wonderful to me. Our instructor described the man's role as thinking ahead, planning the next steps, and guiding his partner through them. All I needed to do was follow his lead. No planning. No charting a course. No copious amounts of thinking. Just look pretty, follow along, and enjoy the ride.Now - to this mother/household engineer - letting somebody else do all the thinking and planning sounded pretty close to heaven. I was all for it!But five weeks of dance lessons and an increasing amount of practicing at home has shown me something about myself I had not previously realized: I am not very good at following. Rather, I am prone to anticipating moves ahead of time and *gasp* trying to plan what's coming next. (My poor husband. Dancing is not his forte, and I am not making it any easier on him...)It's good, though. We're talking about how we need to communicate the dance steps - how I can "listen" and he can "speak". We're spending more time in each other's arms. (While dancing to Barry Manilow tunes, no less!) And we're having fun.Looking for a good way to invest in your marriage? I recommend dance lessons. *smile* P.S. For those of you in the Lansing area, check out the Center for Social Dance.
Monday, October 17, 2016
Thursday, October 13, 2016
OK. So, I have always preferred that our family eat dinner together. Of course, there were times when the kids would complain about not being allowed to go do this or that during the dinner hour. But as they have gotten older even my children have admitted they valued time with the whole family around the dinner table.Which is why it was difficult for me to come to a realization last night.Josh asked for permission to miss dinner. He wanted to spend time with a friend, and had a list of fairly decent reasons for said visit.Of course, my first impulse was to say, No. To hold fast to my standard that you don't miss dinner with the family unless it can't be helped. But I paused for a moment before I said anything, and in that moment something (or SomeOne) in me clicked. I thought about Elizabeth. It's been quite a while since she's been home to eat with us. I imagine she has plenty of evenings when she hangs out with friends instead of having a sit-down dinner. For that matter, I think back to when I was 18 and attending college. It was not uncommon for me to keep odd hours. Most nights I dined with friends. Family time was limited to occasional visits home.With these considerations in my head, I looked at my 18-year-old, community-college-enrolled, living-at-home son and I became conscious of fact that - if he were a traditional college student he wouldn't be home for dinner Wednesday evening, anyway. Neither would he have been home Tuesday. Nor would he be Thursday.And it occurred to me that, perhaps, this moment was an opportunity for me practice letting go. That is, I realized I might have been playing the role of helicopter-mom and holding my son back from his natural tendency to take flight.Part of me says I'm seeing too much into that moment (The helicopter part of me!) but another part realizes I need to take these steps.