Wordless Wednesday

I'm Not From The South

I was making dinner the other night when Sarabeth came in and asked, "what are we having for dinner?"

My response, "Fried Chicken." She turned and looked at me quizzically.

"What is fried chicken?"

Are my kids deprived?

Job

No, I didn't go out and get a job. I have been reading the book of Job. Have you read this book in the bible? The poor man lost his family, his house, his livelihood-basically everything. Afterwards, his body broke out in sores from head to foot. Can you imagine the pain of raw open wounds? I've had bad days, but not this devastating.

But isn't it interesting that what started Job's troubles is God bragging about him? Am I living my life in such a way that my heavenly Father stands in heaven boasting of my integrity? Could that last difficult trial have been His way of showing me off? And yet my response was not what He had hoped. I endured, maybe complained. I allowed myself to become stressed out, forgetting God's sovereignty. Of course had I known that my trial was just to prove how much integrity I had, I'd have performed better. Ah, but this is where it gets sticky. That trial did indeed show what I was made of, how much integrity I really did have (or didn't.)

A trial is a good thing. It is a guage that shows me what my relationship looks like. I can see clearly whether or not I really trust God or whether I just think I do.

Whew! I've got a long way to go.

First Day Back-to-School

(Wordless Wednesday)

P.S. I hope to be back to regular blogging next week. School starts on Wednesday.

Another Tearful Phone Call

Elisabeth was on campus this morning to finish her paperwork for her fall semester. She didn't really want to be there. She's been struggling with a back injury and the treatments are painful. The doctor says this is normal and the injections will cause more pain before it feels better. But today was the final day to finish up the paperwork.

So the phone call goes something like this:

"What are you doing, Mom?"

"Just emptying the dishwasher, what about you?"

"Yeah, I finished up my paperwork." I can tell her voice sounds funny.

"Great! Where are you? Are you still at school?"

Her voice cracks.

"Yes....(pause)...they won't let us leave. I don't know what is happening." At this point, I can tell she is starting to cry.

"What is going on?"

"They say we are on lockdown and I can't go to my car. My back hurts real bad and I just don't know what is going on."

I do my best to console her not really sure what is going on. I hang up the phone and turn the on the t.v. A report of the lockdown is on the screen.

Police were chasing armed robbery suspects. A crash occured near the campus and the armed suspects fled on foot. The campus was locked down as police continue to search for the suspects. I text message my daughter to let her know what is going on, I know she is too teary to talk. And now we wait. This isn't the same world as when I was growing up.

Chalk Drawings

Sarabeth, Hilary, and I spent last weekend making chalk drawings for Ethan. Spiderman was his favorite.

Dumb

Boy do I feel dumb!

I recently emailed the editor of a local T.V. news program. I also view their news website. In the past few months, I'd noticed a lot of editing errors. For example:





A Muder Suspect Was Apprehended





Crocs to agrees to buy Bite Footwear





Another news headline had Israel spelled "Isreal"





I received a reply to my email that it was being sent to the "proper People." Those proper ones must have laughed their heads off when they read my complaint. I hadn't bothered to proofread before so smugly sending it. There before me were 2 glaring typos. Hmmm...pride goes before a fall.