I’m saving for a new kitchen. They say the first rooms of any old house that should be remodeled are the bathrooms and the kitchen; okay, now that we’re 25-years into this already old house, it’s probably time. So I’m saving my dollars as I am hoping for a visit from the contractor in the months to come. (Bob, honey, take note.)
This past Christmas, our oldest granddaughter received a “new kitchen” from her father’s parents. I have rarely seen such an elaborate and beautiful play thing, and I’m thinking of writing them to request they send me one, only on a bigger adult scale! It’s magnificent!
The challenge is that it Continue reading “Some assembly required”
Recently, I read that the average length of a pastorate is four years; I don’t know if that means they leave the professional ministry, or they just move around a lot (or both). Years ago, I saw that the average stay for a youth pastor is even less than that. So much for continuity and relationship-building.
And this is certainly not a criticism of those decisions to move or leave. To be sure, there can be a plethora of reasons for this sad statistic in the American church, (not the least of which is the sheep-fold’s obstinacy toward the shepherd…)
Here’s a good example of another shepherd who Continue reading “You mean it’s not about me? (Again?)”
I’m gifted. At least, that’s what my folks were told back when I was in 5th grade. So they put me in different school for a couple of years, which was really nice of them, since it meant mom had to carpool a few of us “gifted” kids to and fro. (Never mind that fact that my older brother, who was not recognized as “gifted”, went on to be the Purdue engineer, celebrated in his field as international keynote and author, widely traveled, as well as musician/artist on the side. Yeah, don’t overestimate manmade “tests” for gifted-ness….just saying.)
Right, so here I am, gifted. Of course, a gift is something that is innately given, something for which the receiver has no claim to credit, nothing they can legitimately boast about, because it’s, well…a gift.
Which, clearly, can come in all forms, some of which are recognized and valued, some of which are undisclosed and certainly undervalued. And, just as obviously (at least, to me, maybe that’s part of my “gifted-ness”), what Continue reading “Not about me?”
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.
I’m not a very intimidating personality, which is probably Continue reading “Thar be giants in them thar hills!”