61. before nine-got to school safely though the roads were icy, and a student held the door for me

62. before noon- a student I don’t even have in class anymore saw me, crossed the hall and gave me a big hug, and then went on his way. That was a God moment!, and

63. after dark–the laughs we share at aqua zumba, where it is OK for middle-aged women to shake, rattle and roll

Here goes:

58. a grace borrowed–a green pen to grade stems quizzes. Grading kept me busy, NOT bored.

59. a grace found–this poem/song–Hymn to God the Father by John Donne, and

60. a grace inherited–my height. I am six feet tall. I was 5’11″ when I was eleven, and I thought, for a long time, that my height was a curse. I can finally say that, at almost 57, I am at peace with it.

1. the English hallway,from which I felt somewhat exiled but where I now spend all of my time

2. my winter jacket, courtesy of the daughter. 3/4 of my winter jackets are hand-me-downs from the daughter. What’s up with that?  And finally,

3. Indiana’s “In God We Trust” license plate. Not every state has these, and I feel fortunate to live in a state that does.

1. Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners” (1 Timothy 1:15)

Boy, am I glad He loved us that much!

2. Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. (John 14:6)

Jesus made it clear that the only way to eternal life is through Him. I am thankful for that because I have tried (and still do, far too often) to find my own way, and it really doesn’t work out.

3. John 10:27-30

²⁷ My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me. ²⁸ And I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand. ²⁹ My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of My Father’s hand. ³⁰ I and My Father are one.

Jesus keeps His sheep safe. Me included. I rest in that a LOT.

1. a grace that is wrinkled–the sheets on the inflatable mattress in the living room that remind me that the daughter slept here last night

2.a smooth grace–baby Maggie, who also spent the night at my house with her mom and her big sister

3. a grace unfolded—instruction given to the daughter twenty years ago that she now thinks are fit to follow.

1. one thing in the sky–the cardinals I saw, so red against all that snow. Cardinals are also the Ohio state bird, but the hubby agrees with me that Indiana cardinals are more brilliantly red than those in Ohio.

2. one thing from my memory–I was talking with the daughter this morning, and we were talking about things that happened before the hubby and I married, things that were not easy and of which I am not particularly proud. However–the point of this conversation was so that I could tell her that I think I had to go through those things to be who I am. Her journey through life has taken a different shape than mine, but the Bible says that things happen so that Jesus can make us more like Him, and I was trying to tell her that those things have a purpose. She never reads my blog, but I’ll say this to her anyway…”You’re getting there, baby. You’re getting there.

3. something that is ugly-beautiful–the snowblower. I am all thumbs when it comes to a lot of equipment, although I use far more than my mother did.  The snowblower looks like a big ugly thing, but the daughter is arriving late tonight, and the hubby used it to clear the drive and sidewalk so that she and the friends she is bringing will walk to the house on dry pavement. That makes the snowblower (and the man who operated it for me) beautiful.

I guess that’s all I need for my first visit in quite a while. Don’t worry, little blog. I’ll be back.

I am grateful that a certain 9-yr.-old boy called me last night. I thought it was the daughter. Had to laugh when I answered the phone with “What’s up?” and he gave my standard reply. We talked for about half an hour, and I got to say prayers with him before we said good-bye.

1. I am grateful that the hubby’s close encounter with the chain saw only resulted in band-aids.
2. I am thankful that I work in a place where people feel free to gather and pray for their co-workers. About a dozen of us gathered yesterday after an announcement was made over the PA. And how wonderful is that, that nobody was afraid to make the announcement?
3. I am thankful that my dentist got me in right after school since my crown fell off at lunch.

I try to have an attitude of gratitude all year long, but I find that writing these things down right before the holidays helps me keep things in perspective. It’s been a while since I blogged. Hopefully, I will have the discipline to keep this up.

¹But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty.

²For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy,

³ heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good,

⁴treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God,

⁵having the appearance of godliness, but denying its power. Avoid such people.

⁶For among them are those who creep into households and capture weak women, burdened with sins and led astray by various passions,

⁷always learning and never able to arrive at a knowledge of the truth.

–2 Timothy 3-1-7 ESV

Verse 7 catches my eye. The false teachers capture weak women? I know the cultural context of the Bible, but I still can’t help myself.  I raise my hand and ask why Paul doesn’t consider the weak men.

Which leads to an interesting discussion.

Debbie raises her hand and asks why the women are not receiving instruction from their husbands.

I have an answer for that.  Some women can’t receive instruction from their husbands.

True, right?

But then Phil, who is sitting next to me, says, “Do you think those women are weak-willed or strong-willed?”

I answer, perhaps too quickly, “Strong-willed, of course.”

He shakes his head and says, “I’d say they’re weak-willed.”

I’ve been thinking about that ever since.

Soldiers go to boot camp to learn how to submit. And any more, a college degree’s value lies in the fact that it proves the person holding it can take instruction. In boot camp, you put aside your own needs for the needs of the whole. In college, you focus your life to reach an ultimate goal.

It does take strength to submit, does it not? And in that light, submission does not seem to be the dirty word our society tries to make it.

That’s what I think, anyway. I’d be interested in hearing what you think.