Friday, October 31, 2008
I worked with the King today. Later, he ordered a whopper at McDonald's. The drive through clerk asked him if he knew "where he was at"...when he saw Mr. King pulling around he couldn't get his head back in the window for staring. I think it made his day. He was getting his coworkers to come to the window to see. Very funny...funnier than I imagined in fact.
Later we had three bald dads with daughters running around the neighborhood. Very cute. No costumes needed for the dads.
Hope your Halloween has been fun!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
In my best Scarlet O'Hara voice..."As God as my witness, never ever will I put wallpaper on anything!"
Good grief...my quick little paint job did not account for the work involved with just a few remnants of wallpaper left. The wallpaper was put up when the house was built some twenty odd years ago...before they applied the baseboards, installed the toilet, put up the lights...you get the picture. My husband came home after my 2 hours of work and declared the walls, "No where near ready for paint."
My friend who used to live here had 98% of it down or I would have pulled what is left of my hair out. My husband proceeded to remove all of the baseboards and the lights are hanging by wires. The toilet is still in place and will stay that way with a touch of yellow stripes behind it that we can't reach.
We have applied so much blue gel I feel like a smurf, we have scraped and peeled, and then spackled where needed. In short, the bathroom looks like a disaster zone. It may be this way until next weekend with the looks of our schedules.
So much for my quick weekend project.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Birthday phone call to mom who has mild to getting worse dementia:
Happy Birthday Mom! How old are you this year? (testing her memory)
How old are you?
Wow, time really travels doesn't it?
I just have to find the humor in it.
My heart always belonged to my dad, but it was my mom who was the rock of the family. My mom who was always different than the other women in the holler and taught us to be different as well. My mom who always taught us to dream and set goals, and never just settle for status quo.
My dad taught me to love....my mom taught me to persevere.
My mom who is now completely dependent on us to take care of her. Thank God we were taught both.
This is what my brain feels like when I even try to consider a little redecorating. Tears pop in my eyes as I grip my head in agony. Of course in my case and can't even say REdecorating. I'm going to attempt to do it the first time around in our "new" house. Yep, we've lived here a year and a half and I still haven't painted the upstairs bathroom. My 1st confession of the day....although most of you know this.
Let me just say that I am the type of gal who has zero, yes ZERO, decorating ability. My home cries out when other women enter the threshold, "Help me please!" And other women hear the cries from my walls. One friend showed up this spring with about 20 different throw pillows and color swatches so I could make some decisions for my living room. (The same friend who helped me pick colors and paint my last house- a great friend).
Another friend convinced me to buy a nice basket of greenery at a yard sale last summer. I saw her eyeing it over and tried to imagine where she was going to put it. Then she says, "Hey Sondie, isn't this nice? It's only $1.50." I replied in my most confident decorating consultant voice, "Yeah, where ya gonna put put it?" I don't recall her exact reply but it was something along the lines of "Your bare, naked house is pleading with all who enter and it needs this." She swears that isn't what she said. I laugh every time I look at my basket of greenery.
Anyway...I'm going to do this. Today. Go ahead, ask me about it tomorrow. I'll say..."Done!"
At this point I know my friends are wondering how I managed to pick colors, themes...or they are just wagging their heads as they envision the next great bail out, but-you-need-not-fear.
My 2nd confession.
I had my 8 year old choose it all. I am so sly.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
After being hit with another thought as I did my Bible reading this morning, I wanted to add this to the Crossroads post. The beginning of 2 Samuel Ch. 11 gives us the first great big red flag that David had made a wrong choice.
2 Samuel 11:1 In the spring, at the time when kings go off to war, David sent Joab out with the king's men and the whole Israelite army...
Notice that this is the time that kings go off to war...the whole Israelite army was off at war....why wasn't King David with his men? This is something that probably all of you already know, but I didn't know this until the last year or so after hearing it in a sermon. What made David decide to stay home? Did he decide he was a powerful king and it would be ok if he opted out this time? Bottom line.... he was in the wrong place...this wrong place put him in a perfect place to choose other roads of sin.
God placed a few questions on my heart this morning. How many times do I choose the wrong place? What does "the wrong place" look like for me? I pondered this throughout the day and kept coming back to the same answers. The "wrong place" for me is when I am not surrounding myself with other believers. When I am isolating. When I am bitter. If I am in these places I am definitely not walking with God. I am walking down Sondie Lane. I've walked this lane before and I know where it leads. No where I want to go. The above picture is a perfect example of where my road always leads.
What is your "wrong place"? What are the triggers that lead you to choose the wrong road? (yes, with our free will we do choose) Can you recognize crossroads in your life before you make wrong choices? How about after only a few wrong choices? Are you so far down the wrong road that you are in a pit?
It is a long walk home...I know, but neither do I want to stay in a pit of despair, sinning at every turn.
Looking for the right places with God's guidance.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The lesson this week at my women’s Bible study was on sin and the crossroads in our lives. Using David’s life as the foundation the study focuses on being anointed by God, then being transformed by God, and finally-redeemed by God. It has been a powerful study.
Using the scripture from 2 Samuel 11 and 12 we looked at several of David’s crossroads…times he had a choice in which direction to go, but chose his own road. Obviously to us when we read the passages a red flag goes up when he first sees Bathsheba bathing and wants to know who she is. Big crossroad! This first wrong choice led him down a road that lent itself to many more “self first” choices. “Self” had to be protected. At every crossroads David went farther and farther into a pit that he dug with his own hands.
The teacher this week pointed out that sin will take you farther than you ever intended or wanted to go. Once you get to the bottom of the pit and look up you realize that getting out will take longer and require a lot more effort than it did to slide farther down. She also points out that when we are at a crossroads and we knowingly choose the wrong path we are despising God. 2 Samuel 12:9 says “Why did you despise the word of the Lord by doing what is evil in his eyes?”
God sees it this way? That I despise Him when I knowingly make wrong choices? That is what scripture says. I made a wrong choice today…a choice I knew was wrong but didn’t want to deal with a situation that may have been uncomfortable for me. No, it wasn’t murder but God still calls it sin. Evil in His eyes.
It is so easy to justify what we do…to not call it sin. Unfortunately, as much as I try to justify my choices I have to call it for what it is. There are so many reasons we need to recognize it as sin…to ask for repentance, to walk closely with God, to not hurt others…whether we realize it or not there will be collateral damage.
This seems to be coming up a lot for me…”secret” sins, sins of choice, sins of comfort, little sins of no consequence…whatever I want to call it doesn’t change it. Nope, it is still sin.
I think I’m going to have to learn something here. I'm getting tired of the dirt under my fingernails from all my pit digging.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
You know the feeling...ice cream cone in hand ready to take a lick... then BAM. For whatever reason you drop it. It takes a few seconds for your brain to accept that your sugar load just landed "face first". Then the disappointment sets in.
My sister trip was scheduled for Thursday...we have talked this trip up since dad died. We knew we would need this sister trip more than ever. We have not cancelled a trip since we started taking them annually 5 years ago. Then BAM...
In light of recent events in my family cancelling a trip is a minor event so I'm not complaining, just disappointed. All the old fat hogs are disappointed. No leaving our pig pens for now.
We are thankful we still have Sophie though so we know we are blessed. By the way, she didn't get to go home today but hopefully tomorrow.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
“What is Real?” asked the Rabbit one day. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY love you, then you become Real. It doesn’t happen all at once. You become. It takes a long time. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of you hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
This quote was part of the sermon today from the series on the transforming power of Jesus. Intimacy with Christ deepens our faith and equips us to serve others. Transformation doesn't just happen. It is a process by which we become more Christ like. When this happens we move ourselves out of the way. Then we can be real with ourselves and others. We realize that our world must revolve around Christ, not "me". Once we find our satisfaction in Christ, we can truly serve others. This takes time, focus, and spiritual discipline.
Lots of great stuff from the sermon today...this is just a tidbit...all very applicable, very biblical. I am not doing the sermon justice.
I'm struggling with this one. Being real is painful.
Here's to keeping it real...pain and all....so that we may be transformed.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
My heart is not proud, O Lord, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me. But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me. O Israel, put your hope in the Lord both now and forevermore. Psalm 131
A beautiful picture of trust and contentment...of peace and humility....of resting in God.
God's Peace to you,
I talked to mom after my post last night and she said Sophie is starting to eat! We have been praying for a return of her appetite and even in this God is faithful. Half a sippy cup of juice and a few bites of supper....more than she's eaten in two weeks combined. If she will eat they are planning on discharge Tuesday! She will have a home health nurse for dressing changes and if all goes well only a monthly trip to Columbus.
It looks like the family will be living at mom and dad's. According to mom another government person will be doing a "walk through" Monday. They have been hard at work rounding up beds, cribs, sheets...you name it....cleaning out and making room to convert to bedrooms. Sounds like they have it all ready. Donna will get her room back, Chuck and Rose will use dad's room (Rose will have a hard time with this one, I know b/c I had to sleep there in July and it was TOUGH), Sophie and Maddie will use the "storage room" which used to be a bedroom when I lived there upteen years ago, Faith will be downstairs in mom's old bedroom, and mom will keep her little room that dad planned and the family built so that he didn't die "in the house"....he had no idea that mom would want to stay in that room b/c she feels close to dad in there....it had been years since she could go upstairs to the room they used to share. Whew....
Ben will be there when he isn't working out of town....not sure if Sarah will be allowed to stay there. She goes back to court in about a month after a mental health evaluation.
Now, construction will have to start on Rose and Chuck's house so that they can apply for custody and have a home for the kids to live in.
WV is a busy place.
Once again, thanks for prayers for my family.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thanks for any and all prayers.