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Hiding Away in My Blog

I haven’t been on my blog for a while because, well–life intervened.I think I’m ready to come back, though, and I’m starting with the JOY DARE. I was listing things on Facebook, but I found that I was spending too much time thinking about how to word them (because of the audience, I think). It gives me joy to (or sometimes a little frustration ) to look for these things in my day, and I think I should just write them down and enjoy them here, where I can be semi-anonymous me. So–here’s what’s up for today:

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.


Giving Thanks Nov. 4th

I am thankful that I currently am eligible and insured for my uber-expensive RA medicine. It keeps me mobile and relatively pain-free. 🙂

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.

Giving Thanks, Day 1

I know it’s Nov. 3rd. Better to get started creating the Thanksgiving mood late than never, though.

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.

This Is a Song That Really Speaks to Me

Weak? Or Strong?

So we are sitting in Bible study on Wednesday night, as per usual, studying 2 Timothy. The focus of the study is supposed to be how to recognize false teaching. Anyway, we come upon this passage:

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.

Childhood and Play

I just had to share this since, well,  I work in a school and see examples of what it talks about every day.


The son tells me that the eldest grandson, age eight, needs to pay more attention to his reading.  He is a skimmer.  This is something that doesn’t surprise me or his daddy, and it’s not all bad, but skimming surely does affect how the boy does on standardized tests.

Boy’s daddy and I decided to see if he (the grandson) would work puzzles with grandpa and me when we visit this weekend.  I must say that the grandson did NOT sound thrilled.  His daddy kept talking until he agreed to a 100 piece puzzle.  I am armed with a 100 piece (dinosaurs) and a 300 piece (Cars).   (Aren’t dollar stores nice?)

Especially in this electronic age, I seldom see kids reading for pleasure.  At what point, what age, do kids begin to get lost in books?  Is there any way to trigger it, or is a love of reading something that just clicks at some point?

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