The words of the wise are like prodding goads, and firmly fixed [in the mind] like nails are the collected sayings which are given [as proceeding] from one Shepherd.
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When people say, “life is a journey”, they’ve obviously never been on family vacations. Or maybe that’s where the analogy originated!
If you’ve ever traveled with children, (that’s children, plural), you are experienced in a challenge unknown and unappreciated by your adult counterparts. This was particularly true in the days prior to the techno-burst of unlimited data on tablets to keep the little balls of energy wirelessly entertained while they are strapped for hours in a seatbelt.
Of course they don’t like the seatbelt! Nevertheless, it’s your responsibility to get them wherever in one piece, despite the potential assault on your own sanity.
“Jimmy has his elbow in my space!”
“I’m hungry again!”
“Beatrice say she has to go to the bathroom!”
“Nope, never mind, she okay now.”
And the ever-popular…
“ARE WE THERE YET???”
Triple-A should have an app.
So, when the Old Testament priest named Ezra undertook the monumental task of transporting men, women, and children, plus a hoard of silver and gold, back to Jerusalem after the 70-year exile, no wonder he prayed…a lot. Continue reading ““Are we there yet?!?””
My dear father-in-law was beautifully British. I remember seeing a castle just sitting out in the field one time while visiting and driving through the Anglican countryside. Now there’s a site you don’t see amidst the corn in Midwest rural America!
Quite a different lifestyle, that was. It conjures up pictures of courtiers and knights and princesses tucked away in gabled towers. Here comes the enemy, so just pull up the drawbridge, and release the alligators into the moat. How convenient would that be when the IRS comes lurking about? Continue reading “Ivory towers—nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there. “
It’s that time of year when the grocery stores are stocking up on their 20+ pound turkeys. I’ve already cooked up one and stored most of it in the freezer. We usually head back to Indiana for Thanksgiving with family, and my sister-in-law puts on the feast of the year. It’s one of those meals where you have to pace yourself, especially if you want that pumpkin pie (with R-E-A-L whipped cream) at the end of the day.
It tends to be the typical “your eyes are too big for your stomach”, so it’s a learning process I suppose. Continue reading “S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G”
This past summer Bob and I enjoyed visiting my parents in their beautiful Midwest retirement community—it’s like a college campus for the over-60 crowd. They’re incredible! Interestingly, we were also roaming around the California Redwood Forest just few weeks prior to that, and in my mind, there is a striking resemblance between the two in more ways than one, if you get my drift.
Now a retired engineer, Dad is a United States Navy veteran who worked as a mechanic on airplanes, and his stories keep me spellbound. While we were visiting, a neighbor stopped in. Mr. B is a 90+-year-old U.S.A.F. bomber pilot vet from World War II. (Triple exclamation marks…!!!) Continue reading “Roger, Wilco”
My house is not a clean house.
Well, I mean it’s hygienic. We have indoor plumbing and clean water, which, for context and perspective, is more than can be said for most of the planet.
It’s just that, as Bob says, “my girl is a messy girl”. Truth. I really had to acknowledge that when all the girls moved away and the empty nest didn’t really reorder itself. Nope.
Just too many books to read, too many posts too write, gardening, projects, and then there’s this thing called a full-time job. And a husband. (They take time, too. Well worth it. And he’s the clean one of the duo.)
So I find at least some solace in this:
“Without oxen a stable stays clean, but you need a strong ox for a large harvest.”
Thank you, King Solomon.
Not that I consider myself a strong ox, although Bob says that I “come from good stock”, whatever that’s supposed to mean. (He also says, however, that I can “work him under the table”.)
I think it’s probably also easier in parenting, for instance, to take a DIY attitude rather than let the kids learn by doing, because of the potential/probable mess, which makes more work for yours truly (which may or may not get done, see above disclaimer.)
Extrapolate: it’s likewise easier (translate “safer”) to not care so much, try so much, dream so much, reach out so much in this otherwise hostile world we live in this side of eternity. It gets harsh, uncomfortable….messy.
This citation will probably put me over my word count, but it’s worth the read:
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” –Theodore Roosevelt
I have not a clue whether or not good ole’ Teddy would have made it into the White House in today’s climate, but I sure do like this quote. And if ever there was an ox in a Washington china shop (other than, of course, now) it was Teddy.
So while the laundry piles up in the stairwell and the dog hair in the kitchen, I’m off to a workday at the church. The laundry will be there when I get home, and the dog hair never really goes away.
Proverbs 14: 4 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.
Several years ago, I read a study synopsis from a well respected site indicating that the most influential power in a child’s life was his parents. (Golly-gee-whiz, I wonder how many man-hours and tax dollars went into that one.) Of course, ask any of the teachers in my middle school, and they could have told you that. Better yet, I have a Book that pretty well spells it out from years of experience and Wisdom.
Needless to say, there are some forces in the Universe that are inherently powerful, for good or evil, and parenthood is certainly at the top of that list. It’s not that parents can take credit for all the choice their kids make (positive or negative), but their influence is still credibly incredible in some capacity throughout a person’s life.
So it takes some real courage when a child, even an adult “child”, has to back up and re-evaluate patterns of thinking and doing that Continue reading “Ties that bind…or strangle.”
TO THIS DAY, I still have middle-schoolers walking around with their shoes untied! Kids! This is NOT a fashion statement, this is a HEALTH HAZARD! You trip, then I have to take care of you!
Remember teaching your little ones to tie their shoes? Some used the bunny ear technique. In my house, we used the old-fashioned loop/knot design. It all takes time and practice, but then, of course, my youngest ended up wearing flip-flops to high school in January, so why bother?
The point is that teaching self-sufficiency is a
Continue reading “Tie your own shoes”
When it comes to summertime, my husband kind of makes out like a bandit. To begin with, there’s Fathers’ Day in June, followed by his birthday in July, and (dare he forget) our anniversary in August. So he can just stay in celebration mode all summer long, and keep Amazon pulled up on the computer 24/7 as the gifts roll in.
Now, lest I make Bob sound like E. Scrooge sitting at his table fingering his coins, nothing could be further from the truth. But even with his generous spirit, I’m the one doing most of the Amazon gift giving, for my husband’s special moments, as well as for other family members.
C’mon, ladies, you know how we do. Check the list, buy the gift, wrap it, put Dad’s name on it, take it to the post, whatever. No biggie. Just gotta remember to tell him what “he” sent so when the phone call comes in… Continue reading “A personalized present”
Well, it’s actually happened. I’ve turned yet another corner in parenthood.
Here in our small Midwest town we are superiorly blessed to have, not one, but several very nice second-hand shops. I’m a true re-purposed human being, (even my dog is a rescue), so my children were likewise brought up in this frugal practice.
Recently, my eldest called from the West coast, where prices are not q-u-i-t-e as judicious has here at home, and wondered if I could look for a few things, including jeans. But not just any style. She was specifically requesting—are you ready?? (I just so love this!)—“MOM” jeans. Yes! High-waisted, the kind I used be to chided for a decade or two ago. Continue reading “Mom jeans, and other fashion faux pas’”