The above title was the advertising tag for one of those insipid tabloids from years past that grace the check-out counter at the grocery store. They tend to be right there with the candy bars to make it more convenient to rot your body and soul at the same time. In my mind, tabloids rank up there with Harlequin romances and other forms of mental/emotional snake oil. Continue reading ““Because enquiring minds want to know.””
“Now, if I were in charge…!”
Ever had that thought? ‘Fess up, because who hasn’t. And not just about the government, but the media, the job, or even the church…(c’mon, Someone bigger than me is reading your thoughts.)
It’s been said that absolute authority corrupts absolutely. I’m sure that’s probably true in a human sense and, although I’ve never had absolute authority, I know what I messes I’ve made with the little authority I have had. Continue reading “Stinky feet”
Which means, “I love you!” in the beautiful language I’m trying so hard to learn—Swedish. This will be one of the native tongues for my second grandchild, as her wonderful Pappa is Swedish, and they are soon to be living there.
As a point of connection, (and, as a grandmother, when you live as far away as I do, you actively seek points of connection), I’m investing some time in this little project. She’ll know English also, but she’ll have fun giggling at her “mormor”, (the Swedish name for maternal grandmother), as I stumble through and unintentionally desecrate an otherwise delightful sounding language. Continue reading ““Jag älskar dig!””
You know the typical story of the excited grandparent that buys their 5-month-old grandchild a full-size baseball glove?
Yeah, that’s us. We are now decidedly in that category.
Bob recently had a delightful conversation with our eldest granddaughter, soon to turn the ripe old age of four. Her mom is just so amazingly great about taking her to museums and using so many available resources for their Precious One’s brain development! And, since Grandpa teaches biology at our local college, naturally a little course on “cells” has been on the educational menu of late.
Precious One has decided that microscopes are all the rage right now. So, in an effort to take advantage of this current (and momentary) interest, I thought it prudent to send her a toy representation. Of course, the one I picked out was W-A-Y too juvenile…according to the Professor. Continue reading “Grandparenting 101.”
My dad had a shop in the basement, a couple of rooms of the basement in fact. It was pretty awe-inspiring. His big engineer’s drafting table, from which hung the triangle and T-square, dominated one room, the one in which he built in all the new cabinets himself. I think that was before he designed and built the beautiful screened-in back porch.
The actual shop was in an adjacent room. This housed a myriad of baby food jars filled with screws and washers and all types and sizes of things. His lathe was in there, and the circle saw, and undoubtedly a host of other things I would have no idea how to use. (What’s a router??)
There’s just something fun about seeing kids hunt for their Easter eggs. Of course, you sometimes have to separate the different age groups, since the two-year-olds need their eggs right where they can see them easily, and the eight-year-olds need them hidden with somewhat more ingenuity—like in places Mom finds a week later…but not with her eyes.
I remember doing the coloring egg thing with my kids, although I’m not sure how often that still goes on. There’s so much fake stuff out there which makes it quite bit easier, plastic eggs and such. If you trip and drop them, they don’t tend to break as easily, (and they don’t smell if they go unclaimed, a definite plus.) Continue reading “Proper egg placement”
I had no idea how much my middle adult daughter loves jigsaw puzzles! We rarely did any when she was growing up, just not my thing, you know. She says it’s a stress buster, and just plain fun.
Now that I know this little tidbit of info this one who lives half a continent away, I’ve decided to give her a year-long birthday present of a puzzle a month. Only with a little twist: Bob and I will build the puzzle first, turning it over when completed and writing a message on the back.
She’s all in!
But wait, there’s more. I’ve sent out an APB to family to get them involved. Now, when the hub and I finish a puzzle, I (carefully) wrap it up and mail it to different family members for THEM to write/color/draw on the back, send it back to me (postage pre-paid) and then I break it up and send it off to its new coastal home.
They’re all in!
Okay, yeah, this is getting expensive. Hopefully I’ll have some ready and rolled up when we travel to actually be with family and get a few done in advance that way. It’ll be worth it though, helping my middle child connect with family in a unique way, dontchaknow?! Continue reading “Puzzled”
I’m trying to learn Swedish. My son-in-law, the family Swede, says that such a project is not terribly practical since only an impressive minority of people on the planet speak his native tongue.
Since when is the grandmother of the most precious one-year-old in the universe expected to be practical?? So, Duolingo gives me updates on how I’m doing. Currently, it says I’m around 34% fluent in Swedish.
Clearly, they define “fluency” differently than I do. For example, if I wanted to say something like, “your dinosaur has a funny nose”, I would be woefully lost for words.
And Duolingo doesn’t teach you any expletives, which probably a good thing when you’re a 58-year-old trying to learn a new language…. Continue reading “Neuroplasticity, (and other foreign languages).”
“Pay attention to this, Job. Stop and consider the wonderful miracles of God!”
This passage encourages me to ask God for His miraculous intervention! What a God we serve! Creator of the Universe! Molder of the everything from the Rocky Mountains to the pebble I skip in the lake! Designer of the intricacies of the human body as well as an amoeba!
This dove-tails right into what Jesus said about having mustard seed-sized faith and moving those mountains and asking for “whatever you will and it shall be done”—that suits me just fine, thank you!
Then I realize this passage comes from the book of Job…which gives me pause. More like slamming on the brake…
If anyone had reason to ask for miraculous intervention, it was Job. By the time this verse shows up in the narrative, we find our ragged hero drowning in disappointment and sitting on an ash heap with pus leaking from his multiple skin sores. All of his children and most of his servants have been killed in various assaults, his wealth has been stripped from him, his wife has been less than encouraging, and now his erstwhile friends have showed up to accuse him of being guilty before God for who-knows-what.
It hasn’t been a good week.
I’m all about asking God for miracles; He knows more than anyone how badly we need them down here. However, God is more concerned with intervening in my character than with intervening in my situation. If the trial will benefit my intimacy with Him more than the miracle, He’ll choose the trial every time.
Which sounds pretty scary at first, but then God also says this in the book of Job:
“I said, ‘This far and no farther will you come.
Here your proud waves must stop!’”
No matter what the circumstance, my Father is still in control. His plan for my character and my relationship with Him supersedes my immediate comfort, (and not just physical, but emotional, mental, and spiritual as well.)
Even the secular segment gets the idea that sadness has a crucial place in our proper development:
Of course, I have choices to make in how I process these difficult times—regardless of what’s happening around me, I have decisions about what is happening within me. And as a Christian, God says I have internal resources not otherwise available.
Part of that processing has to do with interpretation; that is, how I “see” my circumstances. It’s very, very tempting to fall prey to thoughts such as:
God doesn’t love me like He loves others.
“For God shows no partiality [undue favor or unfairness; with Him one man is not different from another].”
Or, God’s going to do what He wants anyway, so why bother praying?
“Be unceasing in prayer [praying perseveringly];”
Then there’s the age-old: God must not exist.
“For whoever would come near to God must [necessarily] believe that God exists and that He is the rewarder of those who earnestly and diligently seek Him [out].”
The bottom line is the historical reality of the Cross and Resurrection of Jesus Christ—when nothing else makes sense, that does. The splintered, bloodied pieces of wood and the splendidly empty tomb mean there’s more going on behind the scenes that I’m not privy to…yet. To think otherwise means my arrogance is peeking through, something God addressed with Job in no uncertain terms.
So where does miraculous intervention fit in to all this? Jesus’ template of “Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done” is a good start, but I don’t think He meant for it to be a spiritually lazy default. I like His disciples initial request: “teach us to pray.”
Which is becoming an ongoing request for me: “Holy Spirit, teach me what to pray specifically, give me grace to pray persistently in the face of disappointment, and help me to engage the power of Heaven for the building of Your kingdom in this circumstance.”
Interestingly, I suspect that’s when something quietly miraculous begins to happen…
Job 37:14; Job 38:11 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.