I saw this gem on Facebook.
Don't do something permanently stupid, just because you're temporarily upset.Sometimes I am silenced by depth of wisdom in a few little words.
Last week, Matthew had a little melt-down.
It was an "early release" day at school - which the kids generally LOVE - and when I got home from work, Matthew was watching a movie. (Probably because he'd gotten all his homework done as soon as he got home. haha) And as I began preparing dinner, he moved to the family room to play some of his favorite X-Box games.
I am not totally out of it. I realized he had been probably filling his extra couple of hours that day with lots of screen-time activities.
Something very interesting happened when I told the kids it was time to set the table. Matthew could barely MOVE.
At first I thought he was just mad because I made him get off the X-Box to set the table. But then I realized it was because Matthew was soooooooo tired. Seriously. Every move he made came with extensive effort. In fact, he had to rest his head on the table as he placed the napkins. It was quite a sight to see. *wink*
drama sleepiness continued through dinner, and when Elizabeth was ready to leave for youth group, Matthew said he couldn't go. He was toooooo tired!
Although Brian and I told Matthew it would be good for him to go to youth group and be active - because he certainly hadn't been active playing video games and watching movies all day! - he continued his lethargic protest.
I knew he would perk up at youth group (He always does!) and really wanted him to go. But in his desperate plea for us to recognize how tired he was, Brian gave him a choice: Go to youth group, or be in bed - lights out; no books, games, or otherwise - at 8:00.
That's when the water works started. Tears, and cries about how unfair Brian's options were.
You're only as old as you behave.I'd like to introduce you to Elmer. Of course, he's one of my favorite residents at Edgewood! *wink* Elmer loves life. He's fun and spunky and eager to do things. Honestly? I don't really know how old he is, but - however many years he's been on this earth - he doesn't act like it! He's a kid at heart. And that's one of the things I love so much about him. Last Saturday, I caught him on video, dancing (with the daughter of another resident) at our Valentine's Party. Remember: You're only as old as you behave.
By now, I'm sure you've read about the Among Friends Conference coming to my home church March 15 & 16. Several months ago I had the idea that it would be great for Among Friends to come to Trinity. And - as often occurs - when you have the idea, you end up with the bulk of responsibility to make it happen. And I was OK with that.Honest moment: Last Sunday I was in a mood, and I made the statement (to myself), I am NOT going to do something like this again. Ever. I was tired of the work, and didn't want to put in any more effort. I wanted someone else to do it, so I could just buy a ticket and enjoy the conference - without the struggle. Then came yesterday, and God's mercy for my tired heart. God spent some time showing off. HE was providing, answering prayer, and showing me how HE is in the business of making a way. Where there seems to be no way. And I was reminded of the blessing of being the one who works hard behind the scenes. Because it's here - behind the scenes, doing the leg-work - where you get to see and experience the blessing which occurs before the conference even starts. I can honestly say now, I am blessed - yes, delighted! - to be where I am, doing what I'm doing. What struggle are you encountering right now, which God might be using to bless you? Oh! And I really hope Kathy sings this song at the conference:
The other night Elizabeth was at a friend's house to help her friend through some personal issues. Shortly after 10:00 Brian and I decided it was time for bed. We both had to go to work the next morning, Elizabeth was going to be driven home by her friend's mom, and there was really no reason for us to stay up later.So, to bed we went. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 10:30, I heard Elizabeth's sweet voice outside our door. "Mommy?" I told her she could come in, and as she opened the door to find us both in bed she asked, "Oh! Are you trying to sleep?" Without missing a beat, Brian replied, "No. We're trying to have a party."I'm beginning to think his wit never sleeps. *wink*
If you know what to expect, you don't need to be upset when you get it.I've been noticing something happening among people at Edgewood. A lot of them are very predictable in the things they do and say.Like F. He tells the same stories over and over again. I pretty much have them memorized - line for line.And so does everyone else. *wink* If you know F, you just know - within a few minutes of talking to him, he's going to start telling stories about his time in World War II. He'll tell the one about skinny dipping for a bath, the Japanese girl who spoke perfect English, and he'll remind you that in bomb disposal - you can never make a mistake. Personally, I find his stories charming. But there are those around Edgewood - other residents, mostly - who get tired of hearing the stories. And they complain. They tell other people, "Oh, don't get him started!" And sometimes, they simply get rude in the things they say to and about F. He ALWAYS tells those stories. Why can't he just shut up?! And those complaints got me to thinking. Yes, it's true. F does ALWAYS tell those stories. You can count on it. And the way I see it, since we all know he ALWAYS tells those stories, we should expect him to do so. And if we know what to expect, it seems to me we ought to be
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I was super tired Monday night and thought it would be a great idea to go to bed early.After a few delays, I found myself in bed. Exhausted. (It was no longer what I considered to be "early" but I'd made it, and I couldn't wait to get some rest.) When I'd been asleep for maybe half an hour, I was awoken by a ringing telephone. Of course, the phone is on my side of the bed, so I answered the call. It was Joshua. He was at school for rugby practice and needed a ride home. Seems the kid who was going to give him a ride didn't make it to practice Monday night, and apparently no one else could give Joshua a ride home. Believe me, I asked! So, at 10:22 I got out of bed to go retrieve my son. And I was not happy about it. Why is my sleep being sabotaged like this tonight? Why didn't he tell me earlier that his friend wasn't at practice? Then I could have
Hmmmm. I wrote about it in my 100 Things post. (Was that really 1255 posts ago???) Other than that blurb, I don't think I've talked much about it here.But today marks the 10-year anniversary, so I'm thinking about it. And I feel like talking. Ten years ago today I had brain surgery to remove a little portion of my brain which had been causing me to have seizures for about 18 years. Go ahead and read my 100 Things if you'd like more details. I don't need to re-hash them here. Just want to reflect for a moment on the goodness and faithfulness of God! The past 10 years saw me grow in the LORD, and my understanding of how HE is working in my life through my trials and struggles. This decade was the beginning of my speaking/writing/blogging thing. It was the time when light was shed on my sons' attention difficulties, and the ensuing years of struggle - turned growth. It was during this time period when I learned my own struggle had a name: depression. And it has been these past years when I have seen God taking me through that trial, as well. The past 10 years have had wonderful highs and difficult lows, but God has been faithful at every turn. I remember laying in recovery ten years ago today, having a HORRIBLE response to the anesthesia, actually asking God to take me right out of my body - because that's how terrible I felt. I'm glad HE made me hang in there through the pain. The past 10 years have been so worth it! Have you ever taken the time to consider God's faithfulness over a span of something like 10 years?
We need to be built up.
A couple of nights ago as Brian and I were climbing into bed - listening to the cold wind blow around outside, thankful for our nice, warm blankets - he asked me an interesting question.Brian said, "If Adam and Eve never ate that apple, do you think people in Michigan would walk around naked?" Just the thought gave me goosebumps! *********************************************************************************** Actually? If Adam and Eve never ate that apple, I think we wouldn't experience winter at all. Oh, the snow is beautiful - to be sure. But the extreme cold? It's got to be a result of the fall! *wink*
UnoffendableIs that even a real word? My spell-checker doesn't think so. It seems like such an impossible concept to me, I wonder why the word would exist! But a conversation I had with a friend last week has gotten me to consider the idea. We were discussing a misunderstanding which resulted in 1)a mutual friend becoming offended, and 2)the beginning of a rift which could have proved devastating - had Satan been able to run with the offense and wreak his havoc.My friend said she thought we, as Christians, should be able to not become offended. That, somehow, we should be able to hear what other people say and - even if their words are disagreeable to us in some manner, or down right hurtful - not become upset about it. And her words got me thinking. *What if we were so confident in our identity in Christ that it didn't matter to us when someone else said we weren't "good enough" to be in their club? *What if we were so secure in God's love for us that we weren't bothered by a particular person not liking us because of our stand on certain issues? *What if we listened with so much grace that we heard the hurt in another person's voice, rather than letting their remarks hurt us? *What if we had so much generosity in our spirit that we automatically assumed the best of another person's intentions, rather than the worst? What if we really were unoffendable?
Matthew eats lots of apples.I probably should just buy two bags every time I go grocery shopping, but that takes up too much room in the fridge. So I opt for a mid-week stop at the store. Because Matthew eats lots of apples, and that second bag is always necessary. Mind you, I am NOT complaining. I love that apples are his snack of choice!The thing that bugs me is Matthew's habit of not throwing away the apple core when he's finished eating. It is not uncommon to find apple cores on the back of the couch, on the TV stand, on the end table, on the floor, or even on the seat of the couch. (You may want to watch where you're sitting if you come visit me sometime. *wink*) So, the other day when I saw an apple core on the floor, I was quite sure I knew who was responsible for it. However, Matthew wasn't home at the time. I let out a sigh and walked over to pick it up. But - rather than throwing it away - I put it on a plate and set it in Matthew's bedroom. On his pillow! Satisfied with my move, I told Brian what I'd done. He replied with a bit of a sarcastic tone, "I bet he still doesn't throw it away!" I mulled over his comment for a moment and came back with, "Maybe so. But the apple core isn't on the floor anymore, and I didn't throw it away for him. Two out of three ain't bad!" **************************************************************************************BTW, I checked Matthew's room before I typed this post and didn't see any sign of the apple core. Maybe he did throw it away! Of course, there is so much junk on the floor of his room I suppose the apple core could be hiding there somewhere. *eye roll*
What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas.I've heard the saying before, What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. But this week I am finding that statement isn't always true. And I suppose I'm part of the problem. You see, we had a Vegas Party at Edgewood this week. And we had SO MUCH FUN, there is no way I am NOT telling everyone about it. So, what happened in Vegas for us - is getting broadcast all over the internet. hehe! See for yourself!