This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every moring: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion saith my soul: therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. Lamentations 3: 21-26

Friday, June 20, 2008

Scripture & Song: Faith Lift Friday

I posted this over a year ago, but it's been on my heart, so I thought it might be okay to repost it for Sheryl's Faith Lift Friday. I also found a video clip to go with, so even better!

1Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,

2Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:1-2

Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus

O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s a light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free!


Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.

Through death into life everlasting
He passed, and we follow Him there;
Over us sin no more hath dominion—
For more than conquerors we are!


His Word shall not fail you—He promised;
Believe Him, and all will be well:
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!


Visit Sheryl for an opportunity to have some uplifting words to carry you through the weekend.



Thursday, June 19, 2008

What I Really Wanted to Say at Wal-Mart Was…

To the young lady who helped me in Electronics. You were very sweet.

To the customer screaming in the Photo Department— I am sure there was a mistake made, but I really, really believe the clerk did not have you in mind when he started his shift. The clerk did not get out of bed today, come to work and mix up all the photos, all the while chuckling maniacally—Really. I will bet on it.

To the Photo Department Clerk—good job—that customer was a PAIN

To the customer in Pharmacy—I will bet it really was Medicare’s fault. I will bet the pharmacist did not create a new rule on the spot just to make you stand there and yell at him. And your choice of language was really not going to make things move faster.

To the pharmacist—I don’t think you made it better when you told that customer that you were “a very smart person.” I really don’t think you saying, “I have a doc-toooor-rate degree.” really made him think you were doing a better job. You were patronizing and antagonizing.

To the woman who was digging in the video bin (you know—where they dump 200 different titles and mix them all up) pull your skirt down. Really. Please. And you might be just a bit old to be wearing a skirt so short in the first place. TMI, baby, TMI.

To the woman with seven children who I chatted with in about five different departments—You were a bright spot for that whole trip.

To the cashier at the front register—you did an awful job sacking my purchases, you were rude and it was fortunate I didn’t get the receipt asking me to fill out a survey. I would have done it today.

To Mr. “I own a Dodge Ram Daytona King Cab with a Hemi’—learn how to park.

Sigh…Writing about Walmart…I am in sad shape…

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Meme--The ABCs of Me

I found this meme on Barbara’s Stray Thoughts and decided to borrow it. Feel free to join and let me know if you do. I’d like to see yours!

The ABCs of Me

Almost twenty years ago people used to say they thought I was from the Chicago suburbs. Now I have more of a lazy Southern-Midwest drawl.

Breakfast or no breakfast: Not often. Two mugs of coffee with creamer usually do it, although sometimes I will have some small protein.

Chore I don’t care for:
You mean people like chores?

Dog or Cat: Both. One dog—Liberty (Libby) and one cat—Sidney.

Essential Electronics:
My computer, my camera, my Nintendo DS Lite.

Favorite Cologne: Poison, Blue, Obsession, Opium

Gold or Silver: Silver if I have to pick—but I prefer mixed metals--brushed nickle, bronze, copper.

Handbag I carry most often:
I’ve gone through a series of “cheapies.” Hopefully this fall I will find one “nice” one I love. I carried a Coach for years. I don’t like changing purses.

Often. Recently insomnia has been accompanied by hot flashes alternating with moments of freezing.

Job Title:
Neither fish, nor fowl, nor good red herring, otherwise known as multitasking Mommy.

Kids: Two sons, Roo and Boo, ages almost 8 and nearing 11.

Living Arrangements: Duplex, Midwest suburb, Hubby works from home unless he is on the road.

Most Admirable Trait:
Dogged determination.

Naughtiest Childhood Behavior: Thinking the world revolved around me.

Overnight hospital stays:
When I was born, two for C-sections and one after a car accident.

Phobias: Severely claustrophobic, mildly agoraphobic

Quote: Joy is the great note all through the Bible. We have the notion of joy that arises from good spirits or good health, but the miracle of the joy of God has nothing to do with a man’s life or his circumstances or the condition he is in. Jesus does not come to a man and say “Cheer up.” He plants within a man the miracle of the joy of God’s own nature. –Oswald Chambers

Reason to smile: This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him. Lamentations 3:21-25

One sister, four and a half years younger.

Time I wake up:
Depends on how late I stay up.

Unusual Talent or Skill:
Fairly crafty (although unable to master knitting) and often able to cook something if I’ve tasted it at a restaurant without a recipe—sometimes it takes a try or two.

Vegetable I Refuse to Eat:

Worst Habit:
Losing focus

a few—once when I broke my elbow, once to see if I broke my back (thankfully it wasn’t), and after a car accident—of course there’ve been countless dental x-rays

Yummy Stuff:
Chocolate, coffee, merlot, bread, cheesecake

Zoo Animal I Like Most:
I love Okapis, followed closely by Tree Kangaroos, Red Pandas and Tapirs.

What is your alphabet meme like?

Tuesday, June 17, 2008


Aren't mudbaths beauty treatments?

wart hogs

A Rant About Zoo Goers

"Hey Rhino!! Turn around!! We want to take your picture!!" said a large, burly, middle-aged man.

(At a huge silver back gorilla) "Look at me sweetie!! Come on…look at me!" from a fashionably dressed woman.

Then there was the dad convincing his children to disobey the signs clearly posted.

That was just a sample of the grown-up idiocy Boo and I were witness to last week. There were the children in the school group roaring at the tiger, screaming at the monkeys and not sharing the pathways—but they were children. The grown-ups (and I am being generous with my description) in charge of them were mostly ignoring their behavior.

I know that zoos elicit mixed feelings from people. Some love them and some hate them and then there are people like me who really enjoy seeing the animals (I'll never be on a safari so it's my only chance) and know that for some species, zoos are keeping the species from extinction—but at the same time are saddened by the bars and cages and confinements. There isn’t a perfect solution.

But our hometown zoo is improving daily and our favorite zoo (about three hours from us) is fabulous about their exhibits and education. We are, for better or worse, zoo goers.

But there are days that I wish the humans were in the cages and the animals were free to roam. Boo and I had such a day on Friday last week. The zoo was packed with groups and families and the behavior was astounding.

After the San Francisco tiger incident at the end of last year I was amazed that people would continue to taunt the animals. I was saddened and confused why people don’t believe that rules apply to everyone, not just everyone else but them.

When we’ve visited zoos on days that crowds were low, I’ve noticed the animals appear generally calm and not depressed. The gorilla in question above looked very frustrated to me (not an expert—just my opinion)—the rhino was far enough away to just ignore the guy. But still—these are the reasons a lot of people don’t like going to the zoos in the first place.

These are creatures that our creative Creator made—for us to enjoy too!! But in this world of flashy entertainment, constant stimulation and loud excitement as a whole people have lost the ability to stand quietly and enjoy the majesty that the LORD made in the beautiful animals.

I think we’ve lost a lot.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

What was I thinking?

I really had high hopes for last week. I had spent the two weeks prior cleaning and organizing and getting the items together for healthy lunches for on the go. I collected the supplies we would need and thought out a schedule (something I rarely do). I planned and mentally prepared. I thought we would be ready to face these four weeks of “on the go” with style.

What was I thinking?

I pictured dropping off an animated Roo at his classes. My mental image was of him confidently jumping into this new adventure maturely and without a backward look. Thoughts of meeting him at lunch time when I dropped his brother off included him giving my blow by blow accounts of his morning and eagerly awaiting the afternoon offerings.

I imagined idyllic mornings at the library (housed in a gorgeous historical building—lots of atmosphere) with my youngest son, Boo. I envisioned us working through his school work with ease, side by side; him doing his worksheets and reading willingly, nay—enthusiastically, anticipating his class at noon and the field trip following; me typing away (lots of blogging) on my laptop. I had a new laptop backpack so I could “blog on the go.” I just knew my Bloglines account would not have a single unread post in it.

Then in my reverie Boo and I would go explore the delights I had planned. And finally, exhausted, but happy, we would pick Roo up and the three of us would drive contentedly home to regale my husband with the highlights of our day. I imagined my husband and my sons and I all sitting cozily in our living room or out on the patio with time to spare just sharing our uplifting thoughts.

Yeah…uh huh…that was such a pipe dream.

We are not morning people here. And I am the worst. Scrambling to make lunches and wake the boys and put clothes together that match (for me—the boys have a dress code for their classes), trying to get out the door and dealing with rush hour traffic smacked me in the face on day one.

We were almost late the first day and Roo jumped out at the entrance, met by the security guard and I didn’t see him until lunch time. He had been apprehensive about a full day of classes and a large group of people he did not know. Monday was such an overload for him he didn’t have much time to think, but Tuesday I literally had to boot him down the hall to check his schedule and get in to class to warm up.

Then there was Boo. Sigh…

Boo is growing so I am going to attribute some of his behaviors to changes in hormones and chemistry, but he was not happy about anything. The library made him nervous. Actually I get that—it is in a very urban part of the city and there were some, well, some questionable people in the library, obviously there to get out of the heat and the elements. It was technically a “quiet zone” but there were lots of distractions.

Wednesday we stayed in the children’s area, but that meant I still had wireless but no plug in access and the battery on my computer doesn’t last that long—besides it didn’t matter. You know that dream I had of him joyously doing his school work—uh-uh, no way, not going to happen. I just put the laptop in my snazzy new backpack and focused on finishing worksheets.

He liked his Summer Intensive class. He is in with children mostly older than him, but did really well. And Monday I will say we had a nice time at the zoo. I let him use my camera and the novelty was good for a day. But Wednesday we went to the museum and he let me know in no uncertain terms he did not want to be there. The art made him “dizzy.”

Thankfully Tuesday and Thursday Roo was the only one who needed to go and Boo could stay home and just do his reading. That helped a little, but he was obviously missing his brother and really could not find anything fun to do. He was very helpful when I asked but nothing was as fun as it could be with no big brother to torment and play with.

Friday we went to the zoo again. I am going to write about that more in another post. But let me say, both Boo and I were amazed at the awful behavior of children and grown-ups there. Never assume people will be on good behavior.

Roo finally found his comfort zone in the latter part of the week. He made new friends and definitely learned new things. He is very talented and smart, but not always confident.

The week ended on a positive note, I guess—but not the way I anticipated. We found a groove. We will never look like a well organized family, but we made the best of it. I did get three days of walking in and some fun photos of Boo. Roo made some new friends, learned lots and was worn out (in a good way). And everyone liked the lunches. In fact the lunches may have been the high point…

Well, another week awaits—one down, three to go. Lets see how we do.

Happy Father's Day

What Makes A Dad

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,

The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,

The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,

Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it ... Dad

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