Back in the Dark Ages when I was in high school, I played volleyball. Not well, but I tried. In the 1970’s, girls’ athletics was not quite as competitive as it is today and being 5’12” (as I used to call myself) didn’t hurt my chances of making the cut either.
Generally on any team, you have to communicate with each other. Specifically in volleyball, if you don’t communicate with your teammates, you might plow into each other, which would defeat the purpose of getting the ball over the net. When the ball comes your way, you have to send the message, “I’ve got this, so you don’t have to, but be ready because it might be coming your way next.”
As that tends to be a bit wordy, it is condensed into simply:
When it comes to Hollywood, I would never make it in “The Industry”. For starters, Southern Cal has two seasons: sunny dry heat, and fire. And here in the Midwest, we may have our tornadoes, but at least there’s some warning. Earthquakes, on the other hand…Continue reading “Hollywood, and other surprises”
I don’t mean to sound like an old time horse trader, but I have been summarily blessed with good teeth. If you are not one of those in my camp, then you know that’s not something to be taken for granted, period. In fact, one dentist once told me that the thickness on the enamel of my choppers is only about one in 100,000. Translated, that means I have really no viable excuse of any cavities. But I have a few, cavities that is.
Which means I’ve taken my teeth for granted….
Until now. This year I had to get my first (hopefully only) “crown” for a fractured tooth. OUCH to both the process and the bank account!
I’m thinking of an older friend from church many years ago who had saved a sum of money for some dental work, when she unmistakably heard her Lord tell her to give it to someone. All of it.
WHAT?!? But, Lord?!! (We’re all really good at “but, Lords”.) She did, however, obey, and of course, the money returned back to her very quickly, from an unexpected source, and if I Continue reading “God’s wide-angle lens”
I was always one of the tallest kids in class. Back in high school I used to joke that the main reason I was on the girls’ basketball team was so that I could get off the traveling bus first just to intimidate the opposition. Despite what they may have initially seen, in reality they didn’t have much to worry about. My lack of athletic prowess may have been caused by hidden orthopedic challenges (no longer hidden, I might add!), latent asthma (ibid.), or simply a lack of interest and/or talent. Like my 6’5” brother once observed, tall people rarely have to jump…for anything.
Nevertheless, what we see with our eyes can be scary, because we have a way of interpreting it through the lens of past experience, which is not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it’s a safety mechanism. If there’s a motorcycle coming down the road, past experience says it behooves me to move. Unless, of course, I’m an 18-wheeler with the right-of-way, then I expect the burden of wisdom to rest with the motorcycle.
At this writing, our second granddaughter is celebrating her first Christmas, having been born only a few days ago. This was an interesting birth. Granted, all my girls were born 30+ years ago, but to make things even more interesting, this wonderful event took place in Scandinavia, and things are a little different there—our little jewel was birthed underwater in a special bathtub, after which the new family was taken to a special area in the adjoining hotel for three days while they adjust and learn and ask questions and are generally pampered, rested, and supported until released home.
Finally, someone is making some sense!
Which is a far cry from the little Lego manger scene that I’m looking at right now (belonging to our first granddaughter, whose home we are in for Christmas!) In fact, right now everyone is still asleep, the packages are just itching to be unwrapped, and I have enjoyed a few quiet moments reading Luke chapter 2.
Now, if Scandinavia could provide such a nice environment for our sweet new bundle, why couldn’t God provide something a little more upscale than a dirty feeding trough in a stinky stable for His own Son?? On the surface, one could think…well, one could think many things, I suppose. And do, but mistakenly.
No matter how much we learn about conception, pregnancy and birth, even I have too much of an artistic soul to arrogantly think we can ever fully grasp the sublimity of it all, nor can anyone within a paradigm of a closed universe grasp the Grand Design. For crying out loud, those of us who ascribe to a divinely open universe can’t see it all either!
Which makes me think that this temporal life is likewise akin to a pregnancy as we are being formed and ready to be birthed into Eternity. A whole bunch of things take place inside the womb preparing a child for their first appearance. Isn’t the same happening to me, and those whom I so dearly love? Who am I to question or doubt God’s unique plan and mysterious process He is using to bring about their preparation for the heavenly birthing process?
“Just as you cannot understand…the mystery of a tiny baby growing in its mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the activity of God, who does all things.”
The following is shared with the family’s permission. Who among us has not been somehow touched by chronic or terminal illness? This poem by Brad Vermass was found on the his laptop by his family. Be blessed, be inspired, and be encouraged.
Live God’s Plan
Every morning I awoke with more stiffness and headaches. I asked God to take away my pain. God said no.
It is not for me to take away,
But for you to give up.
January 2004 I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.
I asked God to remove my disease and make me whole.
God said no.
Your spirit IS whole,
Your body is only temporary.
Life was so short now. Days passed so quickly and I become angry at little things.
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said no.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations,
It isn’t granted, it is earned.
All I wanted was a nice home for retirement and to provide for my family so their lives are less troubled.
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said no.
I give you blessings,
Happiness is up to you.
March 2014 I was diagnosed with Esophageal Cancer. I hurt physically and emotionally.
I asked God to spare me suffering.
God said no.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares,
And brings you closer to me.
I stared at the cross and wondered why you would die for me? I am nothing.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said no.
You must grow on your own,
But I will prune you to make you fruitful.
How nice it would have been to make a 7 figure salary every year. No worries about bills or providing for my family.
I asked God for all things, that I might enjoy life.
God said no.
I give you life,
So that you may enjoy all things.
I reached out to surround myself with people who have learned to live life standing strong and happy no matter what came.
I asked God to help me LOVE others,
As much as he loves me.
God said, “FINALLY! you have the idea.”
And I learned: ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’
At last, I asked God to take me home…. and God said “For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ all shall be made alive”To all my family and friends: I wait at heaven’s gate for you, but do not rush your time on earth.
Live God’s plan for you.
Never take a step alone, ask Him to walk with you always.-
I may be gone for now, but we will meet again one day…..
My brother and I come from fairly lanky stock. Jim hovers around six and a half feet, whereas I am a measly 5’12” (at least it sounds shorter.) If you’re tall like us, you’ve probably heard the jokes growing up. You know, “Hey! Can you hear me up there?” (To which I reply, “No problem! Hot air always rises.”) And so on. Neither of us were particularly athletic. I remember my basketball coach saying “Jump, Dawn, JUMP!” Jim’s comment was simply, “That’s the problem; we never have to jump…for anything.”
Even now at my tender age of 50+, being a 6-foot woman in a 5’5”-foot woman’s world is still a bit of a challenge, even humorously so. Standing in a group of women, I sometimes find myself slouching since the level of conversation lingers about six inches below my ears. I converse somewhat more comfortably when we’re all seated.