Sister Friends

And so I really thought this...

 

might actually not happen again?

 

 

Silly me...

More Than Usual

Praying hard today ~

With smiles ~

Because I know she CAN!

Dallas Theological, East Campus

So ~ some interesting... theological-ish... discussions have been happening
around here in the past few days.  Interesting discussions abound when
there's a younger crowd in the house.

Jake and I... well, there's no use trying to explain how we got on this topic. But.

We were discussing bodily functions (nothing too extreme, just sayin).
Boogers came up.  Jake's lightning-quick processing made the leap:

"Did Jesus pick His nose, too?"

I take an awful pride in not being too disturbed by what the boys throw my way.
I try to appear unshaken by most everything.  "Well, of course He picked His nose! It's not a sin! He was fully human, so I'm sure He had boogers!"

For the life of me, I couldn't discern if that was wrong. I hope God might've laughed at my predicament and not been offended at all. I in no way meant to abase the
holiness of God, and He was ~ after all ~ fully the God-Man.

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Joe Mac was working on his grammar assignment, which was reviewing how to use quotation marks correctly. Rows of sentences from the book of Luke
lined up for his editing, and I hear: "I don't mean anything rude or
disrespectful about this, but Jesus sure did... well, He talked funny."

I looked at the page and saw, "But Jesus said to him, 'No one, having put his
hand to the plow, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God."

I bit my tongue to not laugh.

 

So then we talked about good old King James and how HE was to blame for that bunch of odd-sounding words.  Jesus talked in Aramaic, and His Words
came out clear, full of truth and conviction and comfort. Weighty,
but never odd-sounding.

 

Hope God smiled at that one, as well!

Not My Home

Everything we lose here should remind us that this is not a place of forever.

There is a reality that begins after we die.  For some people, sadly, that will be

a forever life of unbroken anguish and separation from the grace, safety,

and saving love of God.

For the rest of us, though, our eternity will be in the presence of the One Who has loved us, redeemed us, and kept our inheritance safe through all that happens

on this earth.  It will include never losing what God has blessed us with,

one of those being the presence of our dearest friends. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I remain thankful for the dearest of friends and the time I've been given with them.  I remain committed to thanking God for the painful times.

I remain hopeful for what is to come.

 

Middle Age Musings

Had another one of those moments yesterday afternoon, about 5:00. 

 

You know, where you find yourself lost in the "what if's" of being old?

 

*What if I get all arthritisy and can't get out and pound the killer hills in the neighborhood anymore?  Will I have to go to the mall and walk in circles?

Or join the Y and start swimming in an old lady suit with all my skin hangin off?

 

*What will we do with this house once the kids are gone and I can't get up the stairs anymore to get to bed and we have to convert one of the smaller rooms downstairs to our bedroom?  Will I miss the incredible light I have in my (now) bedroom?

Will that make me sad?  Will the kids press us to sell the place?

 

*How will I keep our house clean when I'm old? Well... I don't keep it

clean now, so why even consider that?

 

*Will I need to drive the car up the hill to get the mail

and newspaper instead of walking?

 

*Will I get Alzheimers?  And then forget my everything?  And end up in the parking lot of Wal-Mart in my underwear?  And will I be a rude old lady with dementia,

or will I be one of those sweet ones who sings the old songs in a trembly alto

while I sit in a wheelchair at the doctor's office?

 

*Will I be a burden to my family, a meanie to deal with,

irritable and unreasonable; or will I bless them?

 

*Will I remember God's Word and have it ministering to my soul?

Will I dishonor Him in any way?

 

Stuff like that... You know...

 

Well, of course you don't, because I'm quite weird & just go off on random

thought processes like that.  And do NOT say I'm a worry-wart. I am a

long-term planner!

And my mind just stays busy with goofy stuff.  And no, I'm not always

wondering what life will be like as an old woman.  Just at different times.

 

One of the things that I wonder about is, if I do get some sort of dementia and can only remember certain things from my past, what will I remember?  Will I

remember what it was like to hold my first born for the first time?  Will I

remember my wedding day?  Or will I only retrieve what it was like to

stand in my yard as a 4-year-old, sucking on grape Fla-Vor-Ice while I

watched my dad doing repairs up on the roof of our house?  Don't know...

 

But sometimes ~ something happens; and I ask God, without even stopping to consider the wrongness of my request, if He will help me remember that

one thing that just happened.

 

Because some things, I just don't want to forget.  And they will be good things

to have swirling around in my old woman brain.

 

Yesterday was one of those times.  As I pounded up one of the killer hills with my two youngest, the sun was already in going-down mode.  The light around us

looked like something a cinematographer prays for.  Everything was beautiful, warm.  Creation glowed.  And my boys were ahead of me, walking together, one pushing a bike.  They walked towards the sun, and so looked soft around the edges, vague and shadowy, real but dream-like.  And I want to remember what the 10- and 9-year-olds looked like as young boys.  As they walked together just talking.  Side-by-side, because they aren't grown and living apart with families of their own.

Just a few yards ahead of me, and not 300 miles away.

 

It was a happy minute for me, a keeper-memory.  One of the many good things about living on this earth.  God is so very, very good to me.