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Hello ? Anyone listening?
This is one of those things that really bothers me. I could have taken some actual photos, but I thought that would just be too much.
The problem is, its not just teenagers, its moms too. Please get pants that fit. Its for your own good.Look for a contoured fit, that means small waist, bigger, rounder, more voluptious derriere. Next week we will talk about muffin tops.
sackbut…
sackbut- n, a historical trombone from the renaissance.
sackbut-n, persons or people who read this blog, but do not leave comments.
there was an old woman…….
Yesterday ,I tried the calm approach with my kids. I did not yell, of course ,they did not hear a lot of what I was saying ,and I had to repeat it quite a few times.
By the time Thomas got home my face was tight and my ears had steam coming out. Seriously, the first thing he said was ” are you ok ?” I said “yes, I am trying the calm approach”. Ha ! This morning was a different story……..Isaiah didn’t want to get up, we were out later than normal at the soccer game. And started out the morning asking for candy, crying, ignoring Thomas when he told him to get shoes on and brush teeth. Eventually, there was some yelling. He does not take direction well. For those of you handing out advice in your mind right now, be advised- we have tried EVERY approach. We have been hard-nosed, not putting up with anything, we have been rewarders-giving gifts and prizes for good behavior, and we have been pscychologistic(I know thats not a word, thank you) trying to figure out what has caused his hurt and anger. And so far…zip. Nothing really seems to work.
This morning was bad. I am saying it out loud and in writing, because its just not good to keep things in. I completely had a vision of the old woman who lived in the shoe…theres only four of them….what do I do ?
kicking your kids out of the car for fighting ??
NO. I would not.
complain about them…yes.
beg them to stop….done that.
pinch them….. unfortunately yes.
stop the car and sit while crying silently…….afraid so people.
But I would not put them out of the car, ultimately, I am responsible for their safety, their instruction, their understanding of the rules. Basically, I am saying that if your kids are bickering so bad that you want to put them out of your car ,
onto the street…..YOU, as the mom, have to take some of the responsibility.
The life of the party
After months of not going, Monday, I went to prayer at church. It was so good to be back. It wasn’t a spectacular looking crowd and there was no live music. Sounds dull, right ? WRONG. The Lord was there, and when it comes right down to it, he is the only thing, the only one ,that can make things happen. He is THE LIFE OF THE PARTY. Wherever he is, thats where I want to be.
A group of women prayed together. It was simple and heartfelt and oh, how I needed it. As it turns out there have been promises made, and words spoken to these women, myself included. Promises that have yet to be realized, and we let the Lord know that we were willing ,and that we were listening. We offered ourselves up as a sacrifice of worship, no matter what that might look like in each of us. The simple can be powerful.A heart can be changed. One man can be THE LIFE OF THE PARTY. And he was.
The Office
As I sit at my desk, listening to the Butcher and his brother(we will call him BOSS) argue back and forth, make snippy comments to each other and do all the things that brothers do….I am looking for the camera….and Jim.
Here is my conclusion, do with it what you will: CRAZY is not a feeling, its a WAY OF LIFE.Crazy is not a destination, its the TRIP. Crazy is not a hobby, people, its a FULL TIME JOB.
THAT’s WHAT SHE SAID.
Radical ( I have been reading the new testament and it brought me right back to this.)
She came into the room with one objective: to pour her life on her love.
They tried to stop her. They tried to shun her, to shame her. But she kept moving, her eyes on the prize. She saw him, He was easy to recognize in this place. …the light of his face blazed.
He knew her. Knew her in this room, knew her in her mother’s womb. He KNEW her.
She uncovered her one posession, now her obsession. A jar of the sweetest perfume. A lifetime of wages in those drops. There would be no turning back, she had come for this, for him, with her jar.
Her very life, her tears, her fears, her shame, her dirty name, the lonely days and the longer nights, the grit and the grime that came with the way she survived. She gathered it all in this one jar. It was all she had, and she gave it away. She poured it away that day.
And Jesus knew. He KNEW her. He knew and accepted her life, her gift. Despite what others thought, despite what it looked like.
Mary at Bethany has always called to me, her story, her testimony, her passion and willingness to give. I am asking myself “what can I give in a radical way today “?
carry on my wayward son….
Isaiah (I know I talk about him a lot) is the baby of four. He is disarmingly cute and loves to snuggle. He has recently started the charming new habit of screaming like an injured animal or perhaps, a wild banchee (is that a word ?) whenever he is getting reprimanded. Its as if he thinks that he can drown us out if he yells loud enough. He is 7, and I am exhausted from the fight.
I know it is a test. I feel like I have studied really hard, I feel prepared for the test…..until the screaming begins and then everything inside me says “go get in the bath, forget about it, give up, let him have his own way”. And yet, here I am…..shaken, but not broken, discouraged, but not deceived. This too shall past.
Almost there.
I am almost happy with this blog, I have to upload some images and get some artwork. Its coming along. Yipee !
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