Lessons From the Edge

First things, first.
An update on B.
He is back from the hospital, and has not received his miracle yet. But I'm still praying for it!

Now, on to this week's lesson.

There's more than one way to skin a cat.

Speaking of B, he is the subject of this week's lesson. As I have told you before, B suffered a stroke which left him unable to use the right side of his body, and unable to communicate. Typically, he says, "For dinner! For dinner! For dinner!" or, "Yah, yah, yah!" when he needs something. Other than that, it's pretty much yes, no, or I don't know in answer to the questions we pose in our efforts to find out what he needs. And, as I have mentioned before, B is able to sing.
So this week I decided to follow up on the suggestion I have received to see if I could get B to communicate his needs by singing them. I told him my idea and offered a couple phrases he could use, then sang them and had him copy me. We did, "I need the bathroom," "I want a pillow," and "I want a cookie," to the tune of You Are My Sunshine.

And the look of delight on B's face was beautiful.

But not nearly as beautiful as the next thing.

I said to B, "Try this one. 'I love my Jesus!'" And he sang, I love my Jesus! With a smile on his face, and tears in his eyes. It had been too long since he'd been able to say those words.
It felt like a huge break through. Oh, the possibilities! If he can think of what he wants and sing it, he will be able to eliminate so much frustration. (His, and everyone else's...)
And I truly think I saw hope in his expression.
To be honest, we have much work ahead of us. I want to practice singing these phrases with B. And he needs lots of encouragement to ward off his frustration, think about what he wants, and put those wants to music. But I believe he can do it. I really do.

While singing wants, needs, and desires may seem a bit unconventional, I am over-the-top excited about the prospect of B being able to communicate them.
Yes, it would be wonderful if his ability to speak was restored. We would rejoice, to be sure.
At the moment, however, he cannot speak. But he can sing. And it looks quite promising that we'll be able to help him communicate with singing.

There's more than one way to skin a cat.
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So you know - like much of the blogging world - I am taking a break for the next two weeks. Looking forward to time with family and friends, without any thoughts regarding posts.
Lord willing, I'll meet you back here in January, 2015.
Have a Merry Christmas!!!

Disclaimer: The ideas and opinions expressed in this post are my own, and may not necessarily reflect those of Vista Springs Living Centers.

Music to My Ears

...and my heart.

A couple months ago our family went to a Compassion International event and decided to sponsor a child. We chose our little guy because he shares Matthew's birthday, and his name is Muthiani - which sort of resembles "Matthew". Well, at least the "M" and the "th" do. *ahem*
So, anyway, this is a family affair. And every night at dinner we pray for Muthiani. We follow a monthly prayer schedule which Compassion provided, and each night a different member of our family prays for our little Muthiani.
I think you all know how much I love praying, and praying for this little boy on the other side of the world delights my heart. But may I just tell you - even more than praying for Muthiani myself - I love, LOVE hearing my boys pray for him.
Last night's prayer prompt was for Muthinai to make wise decisions. I sat listening to my son asking God to help this boy choose well in his life, to find friends who will encourage him along good paths, to follow Jesus, and to grow in his faith. And I thought, This is just like the prayers I pray for my son!

I have had the same thought on other evenings when one of my boys has prayed for Muthiani.
And I love it.
I love hearing words from their mouths which echo prayers from my heart. And I pray that as my sons pray for Muthiani, God will mold their hearts and build in them the desire to have the very thing in their own lives which they are praying for in Muthiani's life.

Praying for a Miracle

I've written before in Lessons From the Edge posts about B -who lives with his wife, U, across the hall from the Activity Room. I have long been praying for him - for healing for his body, and restoration of his ability to communicate.
Well, yesterday afternoon B was having significant pain in his right leg. I went into his apartment to sit with him for a minute, and observed moments of agony when the pain became great. I placed my hand on his leg and B, U, and I began to pray. I recalled a story I heard from a man who experienced a miraculous healing, and remembered him saying he felt like a giant electric shock went through his body in the process. And I began to wonder if God was in the process of a miracle for B. I wondered if B was in for a healing.

And I asked God for that miracle one more time.

B ended up being taken to the hospital last night, and I don't know what his current status is. But I have been praying for the past 15 hours for his miracle. I will be going in to work soon, and hope to hear the latest on B. Please join me in praying for him.

LORD, please restore B's leg. Please let him walk again!

P.S. Interestingly, this week during Bible study we listened to a sermon B preached almost five years ago. And in that sermon he stated, "God still performs miracles."
How beautiful it would be to see one for B today!

Christmas Traditions

Today I am heading up to The Loft again.
And this week we are sharing about our Christmas traditions.

When I was a kid, to me - Christmas was all about the gifts. We would wake up Mom and Dad and they would go downstairs before us to "see if Santa came". At their cue, my brothers and sister and I raced to the family room and rejoiced at the pile of presents waiting for us. And we tore into those gifts, so excited to see what we had received. There were no thoughts of Jesus - even though the night before we had gone to church, lit the candles, and sang "Silent Night".
Jesus was never a part of Christmas morning.
It was all about the presents.

When we began having children and started thinking about our own Christmas traditions, Brian and I decided we wanted to make sure Jesus was at the center of it all. So we began our own way of "doing" Christmas.
Every Christmas morning, Brian and I and the kids gather together by the tree and the pile of gifts and we have an Advent service before opening presents. We take turns reading aloud the story of Jesus from creation to Christmas, and we light candles and sing carols along the way.
Now our kids are, well - kids, and over the years our celebration of Jesus has sometimes been chaotic, silly, interrupted, and probably even involved a "time out" somewhere along the way. For certain, it has never been "perfect". But it has kept our focus on Jesus. It has taught our children that Christmas isn't all about the gifts. Rather, it is about The Gift.

And that makes my heart happy.

This is a Test

Lessons From the Edge

Creativity makes simple things spectacular.

I am not a "crafty" kinda gal.
And, in some regards it feels like that admission should disqualify me from my job. Because how many "activity ladies" don't do crafts???
OK, it isn't that I won't do crafts. It's just that I am not crafty. That is, I don't can't come up with craft projects on my own. BUT, I am pretty adept at seeing cute things and imitating them. And it is that ability (taking a good idea and copying it) which has led me to this week's lesson.

Just look at the Christmas ornaments we made!

All we did was paint the ladies' fingers white then had them hold a Christmas bulb. When the paint dried they added eyes, buttons, and noses with paint, and a felt scarf with a drop of glue.
Then - Presto! - a gift for the grandkids.

And last month we made these adorable turkey-pins. Out of ribbon, googl-y eyes, and glue.

And, if that's what I can do by copying ideas with a bunch of ladies who usually tell me they aren't crafty, either, just imagine the spectacular things God can make with simple me and you!

Creativity makes simple things spectacular.

Disclaimer: The ideas and opinions expressed in this post are my own, and may not necessarily reflect those of Vista Springs Living Centers.

Throwback Thursday

Brian and Matthew were cleaning the basement last weekend and came across a collage of pictures.

These are some of the gems they recovered...

My Grandpa Pete and me at my cousin's wedding ~ June, 1987

My little brother and me, backstage at Grand Ledge High School. I was Zaneeta, and David was Winthrop in The Music Man. ~November 1987

Brian, Elizabeth, and me in the hospital the day Elizabeth was born. ~April 11, 1996

Brian and Elizabeth at Cedar Campus in Cedarville, MI. We were there for "Chapter Camp" when Brian was on staff with InterVarsity Christian Fellowship. He had a break and was taking a nap. I laid Elizabeth down next to him, she squirmed a bit, and then settled into the same position as Daddy. I probably should have been napping, too, but for some reason I was taking pictures. *go figure* ~May, 1996

Four Reasons God Doesn't Love Beth More

My friend, Leah, invited me to link this post to the Loft - which is a community of Christian bloggers.
Click here to find out more!

***Please note:
I am playing with words. Of course I don't mean God doesn't love Beth Moore.
OK. Read on. *smile*

Have you ever felt like there's "another woman"?

I don't mean in your earthly relationships.

I'm talking about with God.

Have you ever felt like there's another woman whom He loves more than you?

You know, the woman who is more patient with her kids than you are with yours. The woman who has a "bigger", more "successful" ministry than you. The woman who seems to always have the godly answers and can quote Scripture like nobody's business.
Yes, that woman. She's so beautiful (inside and out), she's gracious and loving and everything you wish you were, and you just can't get over the thought that God must love her more than He loves you.
He must! How could He not?
She's just so, so...lovable!

I've envied known a woman like that before. Or two. OK, I've known several.
For simplicity's sake, let's just say there's one.
And let's call her "Beth".
I've struggled with my security when I look at Beth. Because I've been sure God loves her more than He loves me. I've been sure Beth is more worthy of God's love than I am. Because she's better than me. More patient. More polished. More sought-after. More beautiful. More compassionate. I see her as more blessed, and can only conclude that God loves Beth more than He loves me.

Have you experienced the same feeling?

If you have, then get ready for some good news. It isn't true!
Let's look together at the Bible to discover four reasons why God doesn't love Beth more than He loves us.

1. God's love for us does not depend on our performance.

Psalm 94:18 When I said, “My foot is slipping,” your unfailing love, Lord, supported me.
Romans 5:8 But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
1 John 4:10 This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.

If it were true that what we do increases or decreases God's love for us, then it would be reasonable to believe He loves Beth more. But His Word is clear: when we slip, when we sin, when we don't even love God - still, He loves us. So, that woman who does everything better than you, the one who is more successful, the one who never messes up; God doesn't love her more than He loves you.

2. God's love is too massive to be measured.

Psalm 36:5 Your love, Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies.
Psalm 107:1 Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.
Ephesians 3:17-19 And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, 18 may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, 19 and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

Quite simply, God's love has no limits. We cannot measure it. Can.not.
And if we cannot measure it, how can we possibly say He has more love for Beth than He does for us?
We cannot.
Because He does not.

3. God's love is not like ours.

Psalm 86:5 You, Lord, are forgiving and good, abounding in love to all who call to you.
Psalm 86:15 But you, Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.
1 Corinthians 13:4-8 4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 8 Love never fails.

As humans, we are prone to show partiality. It is common for us to love some people more than we love others. But God doesn't love like we do. God's Word tells us His love abounds - it isn't held back. He loves with perfect love. Not partial love.

4. It's impossible.

John 15:13 Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.

The Bible says there is no greater love than the love of one who lay down his life for his friends.
That is just what Jesus did. He laid down His life for me. And for you. And for Beth. So each one of us is a recipient of His no-greater-love.
And if we each possess this no-greater-love, then it is impossible for God to love Beth more. Because the love He has for Beth is no greater than the love He has for you. Or for me. Or for anyone else.

If you've been struggling with comparing yourself to someone else, feeling like you have to fight your way to get in line for God's love, I pray this post is an encouragement and assurance to you today.

1 John 3:16 This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us.

Surrogate Mommy

Seeing this post on my daughter's Facebook page yesterday absolutely blessed my heart.

I am so thankful God is providing people to care for her - when she is a couple hundred miles away from me. *sigh*

Not Ill-Equipped

Lessons From the Edge

You can have a pleasant conversation, if you try hard enough.

I love telling stories about the folks at Edgewood who are lovable and enjoyable and who always bring a smile to my face. They're the kind of people who make "working" pure joy.
BUT, not everyone who lives there can be accurately described by those words. Some folks are kinda fussy. In fact, a few of them are a bit prickly. They're the kind of people who often take exception to statements like, "Nice day, isn't it?"
Typically, when I see these folks as we pass in the hallway I will smile at them and greet them by name. Even saying, "Good morning," or "Good afternoon," if I'm feeling really brave. But one day this week, that easy-way-out was not possible. Because I wasn't passing "prickly" in the hallway. I was walking with her. Yes, I could have walked faster and avoided her, but I was making sure she got to her apartment safely. Besides, that would have been rude. *ahem*

As we were walking, I thought of asking V what her best memory was about Christmas. But then I considered her likely answer and decided I didn't want to get her started on a negative streak.
So I searched my brain for a safer topic.
Finally, I asked if she enjoyed playing in the snow when she was a kid. She gave me a half-hearted, nothing-is-going-to-make-me-happy affirmative response, and I mumbled to myself, Strike two!
But I wasn't out yet, so I decided to keep on trying.
Rather than asking another question, I told V about the place we used to always build snow forts when I was a kid. I tried to describe how wonderful it was, and how much I enjoyed it.

And do you know what she did?

She smiled, and acknowledged that it's fun to build snow forts!

OK. I understand if you cannot appreciate how significant that positive interaction was for me. You'll just have to trust me. But that one little statement to me from V was all the proof I needed to know:
You can have a pleasant conversation, if you try hard enough.

Is there a "prickly" in your life with whom it is difficult to speak? Don't give up!

Disclaimer: The ideas and opinions expressed in this post are my own, and may not necessarily reflect those of Vista Springs Living Centers.

I Needed That

And he shall reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there shall be no end.

~Luke 1:33

So, I wasn't even going to post today, because that's just how yesterday was. That is - too, too busy to do "extra-curricular" stuff. And I'm feeling like today is probably going to be very similar.
And I really don't like beginning a day feeling overwhelmed by "stuff".
But that's where I was this morning.
Feeling overwhelmed.

Then I stood by my dresser and flipped the calendar over to "December 2", and there was Luke 1:33.
I read the words dutifully. Then I thought about them, and read them again with a thankful heart. ...and of his kingdom there shall be no end. That is - there shall be no end to Him making this world new, and mending what is broken, and healing what is hurting, and restoring what has been lost, and bringing peace. Yes, peace.
So, on this day which may prove to be too-full-for-my-liking, I am choosing to remember that HIS kingdom will never end. Indeed, there will come a day when I will understand that these troubles have simply been light and momentary.

Thank You, JESUS!

Light and Momentary?

Happy Thanksgiving!

Enjoy time with family and friends today!
Lord willing, I'll see you back here Monday.

Do You Have a Son?

Joanna Teigen is a friend of mine.
Our daughters bunked together for the first time at summer camp three (or was it four???) years ago, and our families have been friends ever since. In fact, Joanna's daughter is the one I pray for whenever I see a yellow car. We have shared many conversations about God and mothering and life, and I have grown to truly love her.
Joanna knows that I love to pray, and when she asked me to contribute a story to her new book about prayer I was more than delighted to participate. But I was a hundred times more excited when the book arrived in my mailbox Monday.
Check out this (shortened) table of contents:
*When he needs God's salvation
*When he feels inferior
*When he's angry
*When he's going through a storm
*When he needs to tell the truth
*When he's stressed
*When he's rejected
*When he hears false teaching
*When he needs self-control
*When he needs a Christian community
*When he doubts his own worth
*When I don't know what to pray
And there are 65 other prayers for your son in this book!

As I read through the table of contents and think about my own sons - and the days and months behind us (and before us!) - my mother's heart is eager to pray, pray, pray. I look forward to God leading me to pray for my boys as I read this book.

If you'd like to get your own copy, you can do so here.
BTW, my story is on page 35. *smile*

Say That Again?

Overheard in the Kitchen:
Matthew: Josh. Jooosh! Come finish emptying the dishwasher.
A few minutes pass, and Josh shows up.
Josh: You know, you could use a different tone of voice when you're asking me to do things.
Matthew: Huh?
Josh: Your voice when you just called me. It was all whine-y and stuff.
Matthew: No it wasn't.
Josh: Yes. You're all "Jooosh!" You were whining. And I really don't feel like doing things for you when you use that voice.
And I'm sitting in the family room listening, thinking, Whoa! I remember saying those same words to that boy (Josh) when he was little. What goes around comes around, I guess.

That little scene was funny enough. But it got better.

Moments after Josh chastised Matthew for using a whine-y voice, he approached Brian with questions about driving his Jeep to school the next morning.
Long story short, Brian said Josh may begin driving the Jeep on his first day to work.
But that answer didn't sit well with our son. And he kept coming back with more questions and slightly different proposals. Each time demanding an answer which "made sense" to him, and each time becoming just a touch more whine-y.
Finally, Brian let out an exasperated sigh and said, "I am becoming less and less motivated to continue this conversation with you." Or something like that. His words were more eloquent. But what I think he meant was, I really don't feel like doing things for you when you use that voice.

Who Are You?

Lessons From the Edge

There is purpose in our pain.

I had been talking with J - whose parents used to live at Edgewood - and was saying Good-bye, so I could go visit my grandmother. When I told J where I was going, he said, "Oh! I want to come, too." (He'd visited with my grandmother before, and wanted to see her again.)
When we entered her apartment, Grandma was in bed - still in her pjs. She was not feeling well and didn't have the energy to get dressed that day. So we sat down by her bed and began our visit.
Grandma was discouraged because she can't seem to shake this cough and congestion thing she's got going on. It's wearing her out, and she just wants to be done. She shared with J (I've heard it many times, already...) that most days she wonders, What's next?
She overcame the troublesome tingling in her arms and hands by using an oxygen tank. Then she got a weird infection in her elbow. When that was gone troubles with sleeping began. Then she discovered she was so tired she can't stay awake to read much - and she really loves reading. And it just seems to her like a new problem awaits at each turn.

Discouragement understood.

Fortunately, J was quick to chime in with encouragement.
He has been going through his own set of medical trials and shared with Grandma the ways he has seen God at work in the midst of them. He has had opportunities to share his faith and speak life to nurses and doctors and technicians. J shared stories about interactions he's had with other patients. He gave God praise for his pain, because he could see how God was using it for His glory. All these people have been reached - and they wouldn't have if J didn't face these troubles.

I sat there by my grandmother's bed, listening to J's stories, completely delighted to hear about God's faithfulness. And then a very beautiful thing happened.
My grandmother began sharing a story about one of the nurses who comes to help her a few times a week. She was beginning to recognize how her own pain was being used for a good thing.
A young nurse is being impacted by my grandmother's life. And if Grandma didn't have these needs - if it wasn't necessary for this nurse to assist her - this young woman would be missing out.
At that realization, J began to pray. Among other things, he prayed for my grandmother's healing, of course. He also prayed for the people who are being reached because of the trials she faces each day. And when we said, "Amen," and I looked at my grandmother I'm pretty sure I saw a glimpse of a sparkle back in her eyes. I think she was finally feeling some encouragement because of the words of Truth which had been drifting into her ears.

There is purpose in our pain.

Disclaimer: The ideas and opinions expressed in this post are my own, and may not necessarily reflect those of Vista Springs Living Centers.

Josh and the Jeep: An Update

He got a job!

Starts training the weekend after Thanksgiving.

And he's excited. Because he'll be able to start making car payments.

So he can start driving this:

OK. Not that exact Jeep.
I got the picture off the internet.
It's entirely too cold outside to go take a picture of Josh's Jeep.
But his is blue and the same year as the one pictured. And that's good enough for me on this cold day. *wink*
I am proud of my boy for getting a job. I look forward to how this added responsibility and freedom will grow him. I can't wait to see how paying for his own gas opens his eyes to the value of good planning. Annnnnnd, I'm probably going to be a nervous wreck while he's driving around in this Michigan snow over the next several months.
But at least he'll be doing it in a vehicle with 4-wheel drive!

Learning to Trust

I had a great conversation with a teller at the bank yesterday.

Honestly, I don't even remember how we got started, but he was asking me questions about God and my faith - and the Holy Spirit just took over.
Early on, "R" asked me about how a person can keep the faith in the midst of struggles. And later, he pressed me for a more complete answer. He wondered, How can a person trust God to get them through difficult times?
At that point I think I leaned on the counter to get a little closer to him. And I told R I think it's important to remember what God has brought you through in the past. I believe there is a lot of value in recalling His faithfulness, so you can have confidence for your present circumstances.
Then I looked into his beautiful brown eyes and said, "It seems to me, we have a choice. We can either keep pushing God away and not trusting Him - which will likely result in Him allowing more difficult circumstances into our lives so we have more chances to learn to trust - OR, we can surrender. We can say, 'OK, God. I can't do this on my own. I'm going to trust You to take me through it.'"
That is the way God worked in me to build my trust. I remember it was mostly in hind-sight that I recognized the succession of events in my life which had shown me how trustworthy God is.
Yes. I'm a slow learner.
And at that point, it was rather undeniable. My God had been faithful through big things and small ones. Something in me (I think it must have been the Holy Spirit!) had me completely convinced I could trust Him with all my future needs, too. And so I came to the place of surrender, where I made the decision to trust Him. No matter what.

Before I left the bank, I promised R I was going to be praying for him. And I am. I am asking God to convince R of His love for him, and to help R come to that place of surrender. The place where he will know God is completely trustworthy and faithful.

How about you? How has God been teaching you to trust? Is there any way I can be praying for you today?

Just a Minute

So, the trouble I mentioned yesterday?
My heart was heavy because of it. The situation weighed on my mind.
It was the subject of nearly all my prayers.

And our God is faithful. Amen?
HE moved in me to simply share my heart with my son. To just tell him my thoughts and intentions. Honestly. Without rehearsing my wording, or trying to come up with catchy analogies.
It went something like this:
Me (entering room): Hey, can you take a break from your homework for a minute?
Son (guarded): Uh, why?
Me: I just want to talk with you.
Son (moving computer): OK.
Me (sitting on the bed): First, I want you to know I love you. Even when I do and say things you don't like; when I ask you to do things you don't want to do - I love you. Every decision I make for you is because I love you and I am trying to do what is best for you.
Son (Almost blank stare. Seems like he's listening, though I can't be totally sure.)
Me (trying to make connection) And I want you to know, I do understand you. I remember when I was 16, and I thought my parents didn't know anything. Like, really. They.didn't.know.any.thing.
Son (Kinda grins a little. Ahhhh, he's listening!)
Me: I am for you. Always, always for you. Never against you. I want to help you make good decisions and become the man God has created you to be. Please remember that. Even when you don't like - or don't understand - my reasons, please know that I love you and I am trying to do what is best for you. OK?
Son (relaxed): OK. (pause) I love you, too.

And that's all there was to it.
Quite simple, really.
But I felt like we made great strides with that conversation. There were no raised voices or hurt feelings (like so many of our interactions these days) and it felt as if my son actually listened to me.
Oh, I know we will still have conflicts in the future. But that one or two minutes sitting together, when I could be honest and open about my heart's desire for him was so good. So good. Like we were establishing a foundation for the years (and trials) to come. And I trust God will keep building on it.

Thank You, God, for your faithfulness in every moment. Even the hard ones.

I'm Jealous

Lessons From the Edge

Everything's better with a buddy.

I have a new co-worker!
Monday, Tia joined the staff of Vista Springs Edgewood. She shares my job title, but is full-time in hours. Which means - pretty soon I am going to be back to working 24 hours a week.
And I am so looking forward to that!
For the past couple months things have been rather overwhelming at work, as we've been going through staff changes and shortages. I have worked long days - and still felt like I wasn't getting everything done. Only to come home feeling kinda grumpy because "work" wasn't finished even though I was exhausted.

That's why I was so glad to have Tia on board.

Then a funny thing happened.
Tuesday was Veterans' Day and we had a special afternoon planned for our Veterans. It involved lots of work in the way of planning and moving furniture and gathering people together. Which also meant lots of work executing the event and then moving all the furniture back into place.
Needless to say, it was another long day at work.
But I had Tia there helping me with it all.
And, at the end of the day as I walked to my car - tired body and sore feet - I realized I wasn't feeling grumpy. At all. Because I hadn't done the whole day of activities by myself.
I had Tia there helping me with it all.

Everything's better with a buddy.

Disclaimer: The ideas and opinions expressed in this post are my own, and may not necessarily reflect those of Vista Springs Living Centers.

I Keep Forgetting

So, I had this great idea a couple weeks ago.

It happened on an evening when I was making dinner and certain teenage occupants of my home were not doing the things I'd asked of them. Or the things they were supposed to have done without me even asking.
Or something along those lines.
And I stood over the stove slaving away making dinner when I had the thought. Hey, no one ever has to ask me to make dinner. Nobody ever reminds me the job needs to be done. I just do it. Every day.
I entertained myself for a few minutes with my self-righteous pity party. And then it came to me!
I'd show them. Yes. I would teach these teens a lesson.
I would "forget" to start making dinner.
And when someone asked about it, I would tell them, Oh, yeah. I'll do it. But then I would allow myself to get caught up in something else, or just wouldn't stop doing the thing I was already doing. And I still wouldn't make dinner. I would let them ask me again. And again. Until they were really frustrated with me. Then I'd say, This is exactly how I feel every time you don't do the things I ask of you, and the things you're supposed to do because it's your job. Get it?
And in my imagination, a light bulb would go on in their heads. They would understand how I feel. They wouldn't want to put me through that kind of nonsense ever again, and from that day forward they would always do their chores in a timely fashion.
Sounds great. Don't you think?

The only problem is, I keep forgetting to forget to make dinner. *ahem*

Bath Time

I heard a great illustration in church Sunday.

It went something like this:
A shepherd - in caring for his sheep - was required to immerse them completely in an antiseptic bath. That is, he had to lead them into the bath, then coax them in over their heads and hold them under so their eyes, ears, and noses could be saturated by the antiseptic bath.
You can just imagine how those poor creatures must have been feeling. This shepherd - whom they had trusted fully - now seemed to be drowning them.
They must have been so scared. So confused. Wanting so desperately to run away.
Yet the whole ordeal was for their good.

Now imagine the shepherd trying to explain to the sheep the reason for what he was doing.

Yeah. Not gonna happen.
Even if he tried explaining, they would never understand. They just had to keep on trusting the shepherd. Even when it didn't make sense.

Any idea what this illustration was used for in the sermon Sunday?
Yes. As a picture of our need to trust God. Even when it doesn't make sense.
I wonder how often I am like the sheep being led into the antiseptic bath - which is for my good - but which scares me and makes me want to run away. And while I am kicking and trying to escape, my loving Father gently holds me under until the antiseptic bath has done its job.
Only HE knows the reason.
Only HE really understands.
And I only need to trust.

This illustration was a great encouragement to me, and I pray it is for you, too.

Two Dinosaurs and an Eskimo

This past weekend was "Family Weekend" at Wheaton, so Brian and I and the boys (and Nick, a.k.a. "Beau") made the westerly trip to see Elizabeth.

It was tons of fun. :)

On Saturday afternoon, Elizabeth wanted to take us to a park she's discovered. It is full of great playground equipment, including a "zip line" for little kids. (On which all the big kids played!) She got us all to roll down the sledding hill. (Which was super fun, if not nauseating. Might have been a good idea to NOT attempt such a feat right after lunch. *ahem*) And then she showed us how to make "dinosaur masks" out of leaves. (I was chilly and opted for the role of "Eskimo" so I could stay bundled up.)

Like I said, it was tons of fun. But I did wonder - as I contemplated my daughter's excitement about all things park and playground - How much are we paying for this fun she's having?

Ahhhhh, I jest. We are simply delighted with Wheaton College and every single part of Elizabeth's college experience. I thank God, as I trust Him to bring to completion the good work He has begun.

HIS Instrument

Lessons From the Edge

As long as we're living, we need to keep living.

Yes, I know. That statement either sounds redundant, or nonsensical.

Stick with me.

This week I had the opportunity to talk with a woman at Edgewood who is facing death, but isn't dead yet. The thing is, she was feeling depressed because she viewed herself as sitting around waiting to die.
Not able to do much on her own.
Unable to stop her tears from falling.
Just kinda stuck in a depressed state.
I shared an experience and Bible verse with her which I hoped would be encouraging. I prayed for her. We talked and laughed a bit. We talked about her glorious future when she won't need her oxygen tank, when her legs will work properly, and when she'll have no more tears.
But we also recognized that she's still here. In her broken body. With tears running down her cheeks.
And we reaffirmed the reality that God is here, too.
HE is faithful.
HE is kind.
HE gives peace.
And because of who HE is, we can keep living. Even when the living is hard.

Honestly, I don't expect this dear woman is going to face the rest of her days without a tear or moment of sadness. Indeed, I will keep visiting with her and asking the Holy Spirit to encourage her through me. Because now that I know how much she's hurting, I can't bear the thought of her wasting the days away - waiting.
She has a beautiful spirit, and I pray God will move in her to share it until her very last breath.

As long as we're living, we need to keep living.

Disclaimer: The ideas and opinions expressed in this post are my own, and may not necessarily reflect those of Vista Springs Living Centers.

Go Ahead and Laugh

I was reminded of this joke last night, and in light of my post Tuesday I thought it would be fun to share.
Go ahead and laugh. *wink*

Why was Abraham commanded to sacrifice Isaac when he was twelve?

Because if he was a teenager, it wouldn't have been a sacrifice.

Have a great day!

Mr. President, I Have a Question

Just to clarify: This post is NOT a political rant. At all.
I think some people have taken me more seriously than I intended.
It's just when I saw the phrase "residents who are not eligible...under the Affordable Care Act" and thought about the sweeping promises which were made, I couldn't resist pointing out the irony.
OK. Read on. *wink*

I'm sure you've noticed I don't get into political discussions on this blog. Politics is simply NOT what this space is about.
But today, I can't resist.
Honestly, I had not been paying much attention to the "issues" which would be on the ballot yesterday, so Monday night Brian and I sat down to familiarize ourselves with the proposals on which we would be voting Tuesday. And one of them read as follows:

This millage funds basic health care services to county residents who are not eligible for Medicaid under the federal Affordable Care Act, and for individuals who make less than $28,000 per year and don’t have medical insurance.

I read, and re-read, that statement a couple of times. Then I looked at my husband and said, "I thought the Affordable Care Act was supposed to provide insurance for everyone. Isn't that what the President promised?" I was being sarcastic.
"Yeah, that didn't really work out like he said it would."

Oh, those wonderful, lofty promises.
This website summarized the health care policy commitments. And the assurance which I recall hearing touted the most during a certain election campaign was this one:
Quality, Affordable and Portable Coverage for All
And if, somehow, this goal wasn't quite attainable, the following caveat was inserted:

Individuals and families who do not qualify for Medicaid or SCHIP but still need financial assistance will receive an income-related federal subsidy to buy into the new public plan or purchase a private health care plan.

Those words all sound so nice. So compassionate. So caring.
But, Mr. President, I have a question.

If your Affordable Care Act is supposed to deliver on everything you promised it would, why was the Health Services Millage Renewal proposal on my ballot Tuesday?

I'm just wondering...

Parenting Teens

Whoever said parenting kids gets easier when they're older...lied.
(Sorry to break the news to you if you are in the camp of moms who still believed that line. *ahem*)

When my children were small, I dealt with things like temper tantrums in the store when I said "no" to a toy or piece of candy. Bed time and clean-up were arenas for testing, often including tears and fits. (And sometimes those tears and fits even came from the kids. *wink*) And who can forget the pouty, pudgy, tear-stained cheeks of the child who faced "Time Out" again for hitting his sister?
Oh, mother-friend, I do not miss those moments!
I thought for sure when the kids were older, I wouldn't have to go through those trials anymore. I kept listening to those who said, "This, too, shall pass," and I believed once it passed things would be easier.

Oh, silly me!

The truth is, we don't go through those trials anymore.
Now, we go through different ones.
These days I am facing life as the mother of teenage boys who are on the road to manhood. Needing/ desiring/attempting more and more to separate themselves from me. The toddlers who were the cling-ons when we played Star Trek are now teens by whom it feels like I am being pushed away.
Nowadays I find myself wanting to give direction on doing the dishes properly and setting the table and making beds and folding sheets (because I see the effects at work of young 20-somethings who don't know how to do these things). And when I'm riding with my 16-year-old driver sometimes I give (what I think are) gentle reminders about speed and head-checks. And for the most part, these words of mine are met with stiff arms and I-already-know-it attitudes. The toddlers who used to ask me "Why?" every other minute because they thought I knew everything, are now the teens who seem to see my words as obnoxious and unnecessary. Once they wanted to hear me, and now they think I'm a nag.
And I don't want to be a nag!

It is not news that being a mother of toddlers is draining and tiresome (mixed with moments of laughter, joy, and precious memories). But I'm telling you, being a mother of teens is painful at times, too. I so long for these boys to trust that I am for them - not against them. I wish for them to believe that the things I say to them are meant to help - not to belittle or to insult. Oh, if they would just understand I am simply a woman who has never had teenage boys before, who wants to do her best to help them grow up to be honorable and God-fearing men, and who really does love them - all the time.

Yeah. This place and time in life is hard.
Just like it was 10+ years ago.
How thankful I am that the God who carried us through those trials is the same God here with us today. And just as He was faithful then, I trust He will be faithful now.

God is our refuge and strength,
An ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging.

Psalm 46:1-3

Excuses

Soooooo, Thursday was a really busy day.
Spent a great deal of time getting my costume ready for our Halloween Party at Edgewood on Friday. Shopping for pieces, sewing fleece over "Michigan State" on my sweatshirt, sewing a tail, and making mouse ears. And searching the internet for a face-painting sample to use Friday morning.
Ooooo, and the time I spent painting Friday...waaaaay longer than I usually spend on my make up.
But worth it.

Anyway, I figured I could record a video Saturday.

Until Saturday happened.

I went to work in the morning, got home around 3:30, made my grocery list and went shopping, got home shortly after 5:00, put the groceries away and started making dinner. By the time that was all finished, I just didn't feel like making a video.
And Sunday proved to be busy with good things.

So, there is no video today. And I realize I could have skipped the explanation and just not posted anything. But I figured someone could sympathize. And decided I'd rather not suffer alone. *wink*

Lessons From the Edge

Doing "nothing" can be wonderful.

We're in the process of lots of construction at Vista Springs Edgewood. They're going to be expanding the dining room, making a new entry, turning the library into an activity center, and I've even heard reports of a little bistro. It's going to be so nice!
Cosmetic work has already been done all over the place with newly painted walls, new carpeting and hand rails, and new light fixtures. And just this week, construction has begun in my neck of the woods. They're building a cage office for me. That is, the current activity room is being transformed into a therapy room so my corner is being walled-in as an official "office". I think the intention is to separate the therapy area from my work area - for privacy.
And I get that.
But I'm going from a great big open area to a space probably less than 9-feet-square.
And I'm already claustrophobic. I might need my own therapy sessions before I go "into" work every day. *wink*

OK. I'm finished whining.
On to this week's lesson...

On Wednesday the man doing the construction on my cage (Oh! I said I was finished whining, didn't I. Guess I lied. *ahem*) office was busy framing it in. Measuring, sawing, and nailing the two-by-fours into place. And when I walked into the room, I saw B (from down the hall, not the B across the hall) sitting in a chair. He wasn't doing anything, really. Just sitting there. I didn't have any activities planned in the next few minutes, and I wasn't sure what he might be waiting for.
I asked B if he needed any help.
He smiled and said, "No. I'm just watching him build."
So I went about my business, which involved lots of going in and out of the Activity Room. And every time I came back in, there he was. B, sitting and watching the construction. Doing nothing, but happy as a lark.
As in, I think he sat there for a couple of hours!

Back in the day, B was a civil engineer. But I don't think he was ever in construction. Still, something about the frame going up for my office intrigued him, and held him in place for a couple of hours.
And then I got to thinking.
How many hours have I spent doing "nothing" while I sat watching a fire, or listening to music, or observing birds, or staring at a sleeping baby?
And suddenly I felt I could understand B - just sitting and watching.
Because I realized, Doing "nothing" can be wonderful.

Think you might be able to find time to do "nothing" for a while this weekend? Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The ideas and opinions expressed in this post are my own, and may not necessarily reflect those of Vista Springs Living Centers.

HE is in the Details

Not to us, O LORD, not to us but to your name be the glory,
because of your love and faithfulness.

~Psalm 115:1

Please note: Nothing in this post is intended to bring glory to myself; nor am I seeking praise or pats on the back. My heart's desire is to testify to God's faithfulness, and attention to detail.
All glory to GOD!

For my birthday, my mother-in-law gave me money to spend however I want.
(LOVE when she does that! *grin*)
My intention was to spend it on some new clothes. And when I got an email from my favorite store last week that they were having a 40%-off-everything-sale, I knew it was time to go shopping. *bigger grin*
So I went.
With every intention of using my birthday money.
The thing is, when I finally found something I liked we had to order it on-line because they didn't have my size in the store. Which meant, I couldn't use my birthday money. I had to use my credit card - can't pay cash on-line, ya know.
So I left the store, and still had Ben in my wallet.

The next day I was sitting in church listening to a sermon from Acts 4 - in which, "All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of their possessions was their own, but they shared everything they had." (v.32) And God's Spirit reminded me of that money in my wallet. And I began to wonder if someone in the church had a need which could be fulfilled by that money. Which God had kept me from using.
As the sermon continued, I found myself convinced that I needed to give that birthday money to someone before I left church. And I prayed God would show me who that "someone" was. Often at the end of the service, an announcement is made that anyone needing prayer may come forward so a member of the prayer team may minister to them. I figured that would be a great time for me to meet the one God had put on my heart. And several times as the service went on, I prayed God would lead me to that one person.
However, this week that announcement was not made.
The service ended, and I wondered, How am I going to find who needs this money?
At that moment I stood up and glanced across the sanctuary. In the section adjacent to mine I saw a girl who used to be in my Sunday school class, standing with her grandmother. We waved to each other and I went over to say, Hello. As Grandma and I were talking I had the feeling she was "the one" and I asked her if she had a financial need. She did. So I took hold of her hand and put the birthday money in it.
We hugged, and said good-bye.
A few minutes later, I saw Grandma again. Only the smile on her face was twice as big as what it had been before. She had looked at what I'd put in her hand and was delighted. Told me she had a bill she needed to pay Tuesday, and now she was going to be able to pay it. So I told her about how the Holy Spirit had been speaking to me through the sermon, and she told me how God had been telling her to trust Him.

We rejoiced together over our Father's wonderful faithfulness.

And as I thought back to the previous day's shopping trip, I rejoiced again over God's attention to detail. Every.little.detail.

When Needing Endurance Meets Desiring Immediate Gratification

OK. So remember last week when I wrote about how motivated Josh was to get a job? You know, so he could start making car payments and driving his Jeep?

Well, a funny thing happened.

After 24 hours, and no job offer, he started coming up with alternate plans.

Josh proposed to us that he do odd-jobs around the house to earn money for gas so he could start driving the Jeep. Just until he found a real job, of course.
Unfortunately (for Josh) Brian and I are sticking to the original plan:
1) Get a job.
2) Start making car payments.
3) Drive the vehicle.

Guess this kid needs a dose of endurance to go with his motivation. *wink*

Praying for Kids