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Fun or Torture?

Sep3

The activity my husband most likes to participate in on any holiday is a family bike ride. He’s a big cyclist himself, so he wants everyone to enjoy his passion. That’s completely understandable. And I would enjoy it myself if it wasn’t for that pesky part of the equation: the family.

None of our kids have taken as strongly to cycling as David has. One in particular, who shall remain nameless, spends a great deal of the time complaining about one thing or another, or just basically being unhappy. Uncomfortable on a bike, this child won’t take a hand off the handle bars to scratch an itch, or adjust a helmet, or even switch gears. Therefore, whenever one of the first two activities needs to happen, we have to come to a complete stop. And because this child won’t let go even enough to change gears, little legs have to pedal twice as much as bigger ones.

It’s common knowledge that, in order to feel comfortable doing something, you have to keep doing it. You’re not going to get comfortable unless you keep at it. If you only ride once every couple of months, you’re not going to get comfortable, and every street crossing or obstacle in the path is going to throw you for a loop.

So what was supposed to be a nice family bike ride to run some errands on this holiday turned into one part of the family way up ahead while the other part of us trailed behind, keeping pace with the slow-goer.

Rather than lose my patience, I should have been more kind. We all are not the same, nor do we have the same abilities. Though the whining didn’t need to be tolerated, I think this child would have responded better to compassion and to the encouragement of the family, rather than the scorn.

“Now the body is not made up of one part but of many. . . But in fact God has arranged the parts in the body, every one of them, just as He wanted them to be. If they were all one part, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, but one body. The eye cannot say to the hand, ‘I don’t need you!’ And the head cannot say to the feet, ‘I don’t need you!’ On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor. . . But God has combined the members of the body and has given greater honor to the parts that lacked so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it” (1 Cor. 12:14-26).

Thankful today for:

583. a holiday with no grading to do!

584. my daughter’s clean room

585. vacuum cleaners

586. Jasper becoming more vocal

Teacher! Teacher!

Aug25

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The pressure is on. I’ve been handed responsibility for 10 new 6th graders who will start out their middle-school careers under my tutelage. How scary is that? I’ve had exactly two years of teaching experience. In 2nd grade. That’s a far cry from what I’m expected to do with these 11- and 12-year-olds. That God would trust me with my own 3 kids is one thing; that others would trust me with theirs, quite another.

In 2nd grade we studied the Olympics, U.S. sites and symbols, farm animals. I can talk to 2nd graders all day about such stuff. I could attempt to teach them about verbs and adjectives and hope they remember to start their sentences with capital letters and end with some sort of punctuation. Sometimes they did it, sometimes they didn’t. But that was OK; they were only in 2nd grade.

Now, I’ve got to try and talk intelligently about the ancient civilizations in China and the Indus Valley, Egypt, Greece, Rome and Sumer. I don’ t even know where Sumer is! I have to guide them into beautiful wiring with strong verbs and quality adjectives. (Or is it quality verbs and strong adjectives?)

And I have to teach them Latin.

The only Latin I know is carpe diem! And e plurbus unum. Did I spell that right?

Lord help us all. Good thing that’s what He does. I hope He’s not busy elsewhere this year, because I’m going to need a lot of His attention.

“That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong” (2 Corinthians 12:10 NIV84).

Thankful today for:
564. A good start to my son’s sophomore year
565. After-school swim-team practice instead of 5 in the morning
566. A team with which to work
567. Trace Academy
568. Vista Community Church
569. Photos
570. Our avocado tree
571. My new iPad 🙂
572. The weekend
573. Sunshine
574. Animals
575. Massages
576. Homemade chocolate chip cookies
577. The ability to keep making our mortgage payment
578. Gifts

Barking Up The Wrong Tree

Aug17

My black lab, Berkeley, is a barker. In fact, one of his nicknames with people is “Barkley.” He’s the sweetest dog and not the least bit dominant, but he has a ferocious bark. We like that for the burglar-proofing it does for our house, but really, does he have to bark at every movement?

He’s what I would call an alarmist if he were a person. Every little sound, every little movement, every car door that shuts five houses away, he lets us know about it.

I feel that way sometimes with things I read online, especially on Facebook. Obama is trying to take over the world! The Republicans are out to steal your money! The next phone call you receive could be your last!!!!!!

If I foolishly believed everything I read, I would be in a constant state of panic. Thanks be to God that my future is not in the hands of either political party. I would surely be doomed.

As I’m always telling my dog, why don’t you get all the facts before you sound the alarm? Is that car that’s driving down the road turning and stopping in front of the house? Is there actually someone coming to our door, or is that the neighbor in their own driveway? Did the unemployment rate under the Obama administration really quadruple? Is Romney going to call in that alien army to suck out your brains and leave you helpless and in their hands? Is eating potato chips going to give you cancer?

Being rightly informed takes work, and I know that I’m not up for spending hours and hours researching things that, in the end, don’t affect my eternal destiny. Use your brain, but don’t get carried away. Balance is everything.

In Matthew 6, Jesus is quoted as saying, “‘Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

“‘And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own'” (Matthew 6: 25-34).

Bobby McFerrin understood that. See what he has to say about that in his funky song, “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.”

My favorite saying these days is: “It is what it is.” Sometimes, you just can’t change things. Like a rainstorm during a picnic. Or a favorite dish getting broken. There’s really no use getting upset. Look at the weather forecast; move dishes away from the edge of the counters and be careful. Other than that, there’s nothing you can do.

And I really don’t think the world is going to end on December 21st.

Thankful today for:

549. bird song

550. a good school schedule for my eldest

551. a new computer for a good price

552. pressure washing

553. training

554. the excitement of a new school year

555. dishwashers

556. helping hands

557. weekly trash pick up

558. yummy food

559. peaceful negotiations

560. a job well done

The Wonder of it All

Aug14

It’s too bad that we can’t remember back to when we were newborn babies. What would we think of all the new sites, sounds and smells that were bombarding us from our first moments in the light? When we try to see things through a baby’s eyes, we get some idea of why they cry. It’s too loud! It’s too bright! Something about me feels funny! Who are all these people, anyway?

I think my new parakeet, Jasper, must feel the same way. We got him yesterday after deciding the sun conure we were pet sitting was too much bird for us. Jasper is just a baby. In the matter of a few moments, he was snatched rudely from the crowded pet store enclosure (and who knows what indignities he had suffered before even getting to that place?), confined to a small cardboard box where it was dark and cramped; carried, albeit carefully, into a large metal structure that made funny noises, moved to another habitat, surrounded by gawking people and placed into this cage where that same bunch of people continued to stare at him, talk to him and encourage him that it was all going to be OK.

Right.

After sitting on the bottom of the cage nearly the whole day, Jasper (named after the green jasper gemstone which he resembles in coloring) did hop up onto one of the perches. That was encouraging. And then this morning, he actually chirped! Several times! And then, much to my relief, he ate.

Phew. What a couple of days he’s had. We have a big dog who barks at whatever he sees moving across his view from the window next to the cage. We have a cat who has curiously peered into his new home. He must think the world has gone crazy.

But everything is going to be alright. He felt a little of that this morning when he felt good enough to eat. As the days go on and he realizes more that he is safe, that he can trust us to do him no harm, I’m sure he will enjoy exploring his new world even more. He’ll get to know us and we’ll get to know him.

That reminds me of a verse:  “Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known” 1 Corinthians 13:12.

We’re glad to have him as a part of our family. Hopefully soon, he’ll feel the same way.

Thankful today for:

544. new pets

545. a feeling of security

546. potential

547. challenges–not because I like them, but because they cause me to grow

548. friends just dropping by

 

Parrots Are People Too

Aug11

We’ve been Sun Conure parrot sitting this weekend, test driving a friend’s bird to see if we might become her new family. She has beautiful bright orange, red, yellow and green plumage. She makes cute, quiet clucking sounds and other pleasant noises. That is until something disturbs her. Then an extremely loud and shrill squawk comes out of that pretty face. The disturbance might be that she’s hungry, or someone just walked into the room. Or out of the room. Or a car just drove by on the street outside. Who knows. But that sound, especially right next to our ears, is making us all a little crazy.

So, much as we’d like to help out our friend, we will be returning Baby (whom we’re calling Mango while she’s with us) at the end of the weekend.

But it’s not just for the squawking: we have a cat who has had to be sequestered nearly the whole time Mango’s been here because the bird squawks loudly when she’s not with us, and if she’s free range in the house, the cat is a definite hazard. And then she poops wherever she wants. That gets old pretty quickly. Does she have a sweet personality? She can. Would the cat like to find out how she tastes? Probably. Is she a little high-maintenance? Yes, if you want her to be quieter.

I’m thinking a cat-free home is the one for her.

Amazingly, the dog learned very quickly not to react when she flies overhead.

But, this experience has shown us that we would like to pursue getting a different kind of bird. Maybe one that is happy in its cage as well as out among us. And who has only pleasant things to say.

That reminds me of a verse:

“It is better to live in a corner of a roof than in a house shared with a contentious woman” (Proverbs 21:9).

A pleasant personality makes for a happier home than does all the glamour in the world. Mango is beautiful to look at, but don’t give her what she wants and she lets you know. Loudly.

Sound like anyone you know?

Thankful today for:

532. beauty

533. my sweet, obedient dog

534. fast forward

535. good friends moving back home

536. modern medicine

537. youth leaders

538. our location

539. the ability to help

540. red nail polish

541. time to read

542. sleep

543. articulate people