My culture is one of American idols. By that I mean Americans are prone to having heroes. Just look at the resurgence of the Marvel and DC franchises on the silver screen, and the explosion of comicons and cosplay. (I had to look up what cosplay was—that’s the adult version of what you used to do as a kid by clothes-pinning one of Mom’s towels around your neck and pretending you were Superman.) Continue reading “Starry-eyed”
I have never, thank God, had my house catch on fire. I can only imagine, and prefer not to. When we had our kitchen redone, the contractor found loose, live wires in the walls, which meant a complete gut-and-redo. And again, thanking God that in the twenty-seven years we have lived in this old house, it has not gone up in flames with us in it!
But have you ever considered what you would run to get on your way out the door…? Only that which is most important to you. Continue reading “Fire in the hole!”
Bob and I have an ongoing joke between us: when he can’t find something, it’s my fault. You know, I’ve put it somewhere, his shoes, his biking shorts, whatever. I love it when he finds something that would not even have my fingerprints on it if checked.
He likes to leave things laying around in certain places, and I like to scoop them up and put them somewhere when cleaning house (which is rare). He is meticulous, shoes always side by side with the shoestrings tucked neatly inside. I’m doing well to find my shoes. He says I have “places for everything and everything in its places”.
And we’re still married after all these years. Continue reading “It’s here somewhere”
We live in a world of cause and effect. If I put birdseed in the bird feeders, the birds will come, right? And if they don’t come, well, that’s a disappointment. After all, I don’t put seed that I’ve paid good money for (and protect from the mice in the garage, I might add) so I can sit on my patio and look at the seed.
Let’s be honest. This is how we do much of life. I know I have certain expectations—probably too many and some that are w-a-a-a-y too entitled compared with the rest of the global population. But if I pay for something, I expect to get what was advertised. If I exercise and eat healthy, I expect the scale to bow to my expectations. (Okay, so it’s not a perfect analogy…) Continue reading “It’s not about the bird seed”
I finally have hummingbirds as regular neighbors. Finally! I love these little guys, so much so I have three feeders specifically designed for them hanging in my garden, (by my patio, so I can watch them, of course.) Each feeder has a different type of feeding port. I even went on the internet to find out how to make my own “nectar”. I also make a bit of sticky mess, but it’s well worth the effort.
Then there’s the ants, who also like the nectar, naturally. I talked with my dad about options to keep them at bay: adhesive paper on the pole, insecticide spray, a homemade “ant moat”. Gruesome from the ant’s point of view, but I want to protect the food meant for the hummers. Continue reading “Hummers unite! (or starve, whichever.)”
Okay, I’m finally doing the calorie-counting thing. As age has caught up and metabolism has slowed down, it seems that my days of eating ice cream at will are pretty well gone. My dear mom reminisces about me coming home from school and diving into a bowl of three or four scoops.
Ah, those were the days. And thus, I purchased a kitchen scale, and am using measuring implements consistently for the first time. The calculator sits conspicuously on the kitchen island. Right now, I’m working on just 2000 calories a day. One would think that would not be too difficult…ugh. Continue reading “What’s for breakfast?”
It looks like I may have some resident woodpeckers in my yard. They are certainly welcome here; my house and garage are sided with aluminum, so unless they want a sore beak, they will hopefully stick with the trees.
I really do find them fascinating. I’ve put out one of those hanging cages with the suet they like. It’s positioned on a garden shepherd’s crook in the back yard so I can enjoy observing their feast. This morning, one little guy swooped in for breakfast, but just took his time trying to balance on the shepherd’s crook instead of digging in on the goodies in the cage. Continue reading “Bird-brained, or not?”
Do you ever wonder at the Christian tradition of being married at an altar? Here is the bridegroom all decked out in formal finery gazing wistfully upon his beautiful bride in her white satin and lace while everyone is trying to see around the photographer and Aunt Judith is loudly blowing her nose. Happily ever after is just waiting to enfold the sweet couple at the end of the aisle.
I mean, historically an altar was a blood-stained place of sacrifice…
Okay, on second thought, anyone married for more than one year (how about one week?) gets the connection. Continue reading “Another alternative lifestyle…”
Let’s face it—I am NOT gluten free. I’m writing this toward the end of wheat harvest here in the Midwest. A good friend who farms says their yield has (thankfully) been really good, something I’ve learned one cannot take for granted. It’s seriously beautiful out in the country as I drive by the tawny fields of ripe grain. And, of course, the days are long and hot right now for the harvesters, even with the high-tech air-conditioned tractors!
My tummy and taste buds are so glad they do what they do. Continue reading “Pass the gluten, please.”
I know I’m not alone. Dot-gov says it’s 74 F., (and it’s not even eight o’clock in the morning), with an expected high of 94 and heat index of 105.
Of course, drinking my delicious hot tea probably doesn’t help.
But I love my tea, on the patio, in the morning. If I waited for perfect conditions I’d be inside all day most every day.
My dear brother and sister-in-law from Minnesota are visiting. It’s been terrific, but the high heat and 2000% humidity doesn’t suit them either. We took them over to a friend’s place to pick some sweet corn, thankfully right before this life-altering weather took hold.
I’m thinking of heading over there again myself this afternoon when they go visit their daughter nearby, to get some more for them to take home tomorrow. I’m starting a new sport: Midwest Extreme Corn Pickin’.
Life’s too short to wimp out.
Of course, the farmers here in the Midwest don’t wait for perfect conditions either; I’m really happy about that. I like to eat.
I’m also really appreciative that God didn’t wait for me to get my life together before He invited me into His home. In fact, I didn’t even have to wipe my feet! Here’s how one of His early saints put it:
“When we were utterly helpless, Christ came at just the right time and died for us sinners…But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners.”
I suspect lots of people still think of Christianity as achieving some perfected state. It’s not about my perfection, however, it’s about His. He doesn’t even want me to wipe my feet before I come inside the door. Instead, Jesus has this habit of washing our feet Himself! In other words, my sin is the “perfect condition” for the application of His perfect righteousness.
He also makes it clear that it’s His washing that gives me the capacity to be clean. There’s definite partnership in this situation, but it’s not until He washes my spiritual condition that I can clean up my act.
“By his divine power, God has given us everything we need for living a godly life. We have received all of this by coming to know him, the one who called us to himself by means of his marvelous glory and excellence.”
So there’s no waiting for this relationship to get going, or it may not come to pass. It’s like waiting for perfect conditions to make picking the corn more comfortable—instead, it’ll just rot in field.
“Indeed, the ‘right time’ is now. Today is the day of salvation.”
As far as the sweet corn is concerned, I’ll just wait for the heat index to get a little higher.
[Postscript: In the interest of honesty, our farming friends picked corn and brought some out to us this morning so I wouldn’t have to endure the heat. There’s another whole analogy there…)
Romans 5:6,8; 2 Peter 1:3; 2 Corinthians 6:2 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.