Not sure if I ever mentioned I am in the process of a dental implant. The oral surgeon I use is pretty insistent on using drugs that cause his patients not to remember anything about their procedure. I am not real excited about this type of sedation. His explanation satisfied me so I submitted to this type of anesthesia for the first procedure.
This is the same Dr., same meds used when Hilary had her wisdom teeth removed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ys9Dg-HYo78&feature=share
When I went in for my bone graft, as soon as they placed my IV, I don't remember a single thing. It was very disturbing. I awoke 6 hours later. Like Hilary, I wondered how I'd gotten to the car, how I got home. Did I change my clothes? I had a hazy recollection of spitting out the gauze in my mouth and saying that I had to rinse my mouth. Apparently the aftercare instructions explicitly said not to spit within the first 24 hours, or rinse my mouth. Oh well. Michael claims I also refused to keep the ice pack on my face, the one I was supposed to wear for 24 hours.
I'm a bad patient.
Yesterday I went in for the second part of the procedure. In case anyone is wondering, this is usually about an 8 month process. I started mine in August 2012 and still have a ways to go. I was to have the same type of sedation again. The Dr. suggested I bring one of my daughters to this appointment. I wonder if he thought they'd do a better job at helping me follow the aftercare instructions. I told Michael he could videotape me if he'd like. A part of me wanted to be see myself, and to know what I said during this weird sedation state. Was I really a bad patient?
Funny thing is, it was different this time. The nurse had a hard time getting the IV started, but finally got it to run. She added Propoful and I believe I faded out for a bit. But then I seemed to come to. I was draped in paper drapes, the kind you see on television for surgeries and such. My hands were confined with straps on the arms of the chair. The only exposed area was my face. I opened my eyes and saw the IV pole. My IV was no longer dripping, which could explain why I was no longer in a twilight state. I could tell I had a block in my mouth to keep it open. I needed to swallow very badly but couldn't with this block in place. I was able to move it and flip it to the side. I could then swallow, but then pushed it back in place because I knew that is where is should be. I also couldn't keep my legs still and kept shifting around. I heard a nurse say, " She needs more Propoful. This is the same drug Michael Jackson used for sleeping.
I wriggled my right arm loose. I'm not sure why, but I didn't like it stuck in the strap. After about the third time of swallowing with the block pushed to the side, I reached up and removed it from my mouth, then just held it in my hand.
I'm a bad patient.
I heard a nurse groan. "I can't get that block. My hands are sterile and she has it in her hand." I couldn't really open my eyes. I felt someone take the block from my hand and place my arm back under the drape and into the strap. I waited a moment before I slid my hand back out and just left it hidden under the drape, just in case I needed it again.
I'm a bad patient.
I don't remember much after that. I have another hazy memory of Michael going through the Starbucks drive thru because I wanted a coffee. I think I said something about needing to go to the bathroom and he let me walk into Starbucks all by myself. He waited in the car. The only memory I have is running into someone on my way out, and that is it. They must have thought I was drunk or something so early in the morning. I can only imagine what I must have looked like-especially since the doctor doesn't allow eye makeup for procedures. I asked Michael why he let me go in Starbucks by myself. He said he didn't want to talk about it because:
I'm a bad patient.
I went to bed when I got home, without my ice pack, without even finishing my coffee. Apparently I answered an email too, as when I went to respond today, and found that my friend had answered the one I sent yesterday. Oh well. I also wasn't supposed to start the antibiotics until today. Ooops!
I'm a bad patient. I'm glad I don't have to take care of myself when I'm in this state. I only have one more of these procedures to undergo, (poor Michael) and then I will be finished with sedation. Next time, I'd like to have at least one video tape to see if I really am a bad patient.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5O9sAqqEbbkhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5O9sAqqEbbk
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Secrets
Oh my word, on one hand I LOVE a good secret. On the other, keeping a secret gets harder and harder the older I get. When I was little I could easily keep a secret. I prided myself in keeping a secret, unlike my sister Carolyn. I wrote a post about that here. The reason I wrote that post was because I knew a secret. I knew that my son was going to propose, that he'd already asked her parents permission for her hand in marriage. All the remained was the actual proposal. He did NOT share that information with us. It would be a surprise. So I had to wait with the secret knowledge until the event happened and I could share the great news.
Okay, I did post once that I HATE keeping secrets, but that was different.
Another secret I kept, but posted about it on my blog, was a trip we took to surprise my inlaws.
Last week, I took Hilary to Arizona to celebrate her 21st birthday. My mother had planned dinner at her home to celebrate my birthday, Hilary's 21st, and my brother's wife Kathleen's birthday. My sister Carolyn, her husband, Larry, and daughter Cara even drove down from Flagstaff ( a nearly 3 hour drive) for the event. It was so much fun to see family. Towards the end of the evening, my niece (I can't mention names just yet) passed out colored Easter Eggs for a game we were to play after dinner. When she said we could open them I squealed when I saw what was inside.
I was so excited for them I squealed. Then I ran to the happy couple and hugged them both. Somehow I missed the bigger surprise. I hadn't thought anything of the TWO eggs inside. I heard my sister, Laurie ask if they were having twins. Yes, they are expecting twins. Talk about keeping a secret!
Anyway, I am thrilled for the happy couple, but since they haven't made it public on Facebook, it is still sort of a secret. I know some of my kids claim I can't keep a secret, but they will realize that I can keep a secret.
Okay, I did post once that I HATE keeping secrets, but that was different.
Another secret I kept, but posted about it on my blog, was a trip we took to surprise my inlaws.
Last week, I took Hilary to Arizona to celebrate her 21st birthday. My mother had planned dinner at her home to celebrate my birthday, Hilary's 21st, and my brother's wife Kathleen's birthday. My sister Carolyn, her husband, Larry, and daughter Cara even drove down from Flagstaff ( a nearly 3 hour drive) for the event. It was so much fun to see family. Towards the end of the evening, my niece (I can't mention names just yet) passed out colored Easter Eggs for a game we were to play after dinner. When she said we could open them I squealed when I saw what was inside.
Anyway, I am thrilled for the happy couple, but since they haven't made it public on Facebook, it is still sort of a secret. I know some of my kids claim I can't keep a secret, but they will realize that I can keep a secret.
Monday, March 11, 2013
Time
Why, in the 21st century, do we continue to participate in Daylight Savings Time? If we covet more daylight hours in the evening, why don't we stay on DST year round? Sure, many would argue that if we did that, kids would be standing in the dark, waiting for school buses to arrive. I found that this happened regardless of whether or not we were on DST or standard time. So let's pick one and stick with it.
The arguments once used to validate changing to DST really no longer apply. I won't bore you with all of the arguments of saving energy by using natural lighting and such. It doesn't happen anyway. Many people indoors have their lights on in the daylight anyway. We will use electricity regardless of the time. Construction work on freeways is often done in the middle of the night thanks to portable and fixed lighting. If we really want to adjust our lives to the operation of the sun, we should be daily adjusting the time work/school starts according to the sunrise. That would make way more sense than twice-a-year change does.
Why do we torture ourselves with something as ridiculous as springing forward and falling back? Babies and children don't understand the concept. We both suffer until we manage to trick ourselves into the new time schedule. It is RIDICULOUS. Just because the actual change happens very early Sunday morning, doesn't give us time to adjust. That takes weeks. The older I get the more my body protests such change. Why do we do this to ourselves, our children, even our pets?
Sure, the pet owner who has a dog that wakes him up every morning at 4 a.m. probably loves springing forward with the hope that the dog never catches on to what has happened. In the Fall, that one night of extra sleep doesn't mean much when that same dog now wakes up at 4 again.
Please, for the love of sleep, can we quit the nonsense of twice-a-year changing of the time? Maybe it is time to move to Arizona, the smartest state in America. They don't want or need the extra hour of daylight.
Truthfully,
Joanne
"Then God said, “Let there be lights in the firmament of the heavens to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs and seasons, and for days and years" Gen. 1:14
The arguments once used to validate changing to DST really no longer apply. I won't bore you with all of the arguments of saving energy by using natural lighting and such. It doesn't happen anyway. Many people indoors have their lights on in the daylight anyway. We will use electricity regardless of the time. Construction work on freeways is often done in the middle of the night thanks to portable and fixed lighting. If we really want to adjust our lives to the operation of the sun, we should be daily adjusting the time work/school starts according to the sunrise. That would make way more sense than twice-a-year change does.
Why do we torture ourselves with something as ridiculous as springing forward and falling back? Babies and children don't understand the concept. We both suffer until we manage to trick ourselves into the new time schedule. It is RIDICULOUS. Just because the actual change happens very early Sunday morning, doesn't give us time to adjust. That takes weeks. The older I get the more my body protests such change. Why do we do this to ourselves, our children, even our pets?
Sure, the pet owner who has a dog that wakes him up every morning at 4 a.m. probably loves springing forward with the hope that the dog never catches on to what has happened. In the Fall, that one night of extra sleep doesn't mean much when that same dog now wakes up at 4 again.
Please, for the love of sleep, can we quit the nonsense of twice-a-year changing of the time? Maybe it is time to move to Arizona, the smartest state in America. They don't want or need the extra hour of daylight.
Truthfully,
Joanne
"Then God said, “Let there be lights in the firmament of the heavens to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs and seasons, and for days and years" Gen. 1:14
Monday, March 04, 2013
Today I Feel Special
My Victoria's Secret card came in handy today. If you aren't familiar with it, let me explain. It's a little card any Victoria's Secret employee will happily give you. It lists all of their bras. You can check off your favorites. There is also a space for you or your bra specialist to write in your perfect size-just in case you forget. Of course you can also share this special, little card containing your Secret information with friends and family. They too can buy special gifts for you.
Today, though, the card might have saved a life. It was a lovely day when I went into the store, but when I came out, it was snowing. I was caught off guard, as the weatherman said possible snow beginning after 3 p.m. It was only noon. I don't carry an ice scraper in my car because normally I don't drive my car in the snow.
I attempted to brush the freezing cold stuff off with my hand. My fingers were freezing! Plus, it had already begun freezing. I found my Victoria's Secret card tucked in my pocket. I pulled it out and voila! A perfect snow scraper. Because I could see out my back window, I didn't hit the bicyclist, I nearly didn't see. Apparently I wasn't the only one caught off guard by the snow.
Guess I won't be sharing my bra size with everyone.
"You also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him." Luke 12:40
Today, though, the card might have saved a life. It was a lovely day when I went into the store, but when I came out, it was snowing. I was caught off guard, as the weatherman said possible snow beginning after 3 p.m. It was only noon. I don't carry an ice scraper in my car because normally I don't drive my car in the snow.
I attempted to brush the freezing cold stuff off with my hand. My fingers were freezing! Plus, it had already begun freezing. I found my Victoria's Secret card tucked in my pocket. I pulled it out and voila! A perfect snow scraper. Because I could see out my back window, I didn't hit the bicyclist, I nearly didn't see. Apparently I wasn't the only one caught off guard by the snow.
Truthfully,
Joanne"You also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him." Luke 12:40
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Thunk Thursday
Healthcare Costs:
I didn't realize mail order prescriptions offered me free shipping. How generous of them.
And yes, I did actually have to pay $1,075.97 for this drug.
My daughter, who just turned 26, will lose her health insurance at the end of the month. She works two part time jobs but cannot afford Cobra's cost of over $500/month. We have yet to find an alternative for her. She doesn't qualify for any government assistance, but if she became pregnant she would. To get healthcare from work would require her to work longer hours. Healthwise, she can't be on her feet for that long. Plus, she'd lose her second job which pays more, but isn't full time.
In addition to having to pay 100% out of pocket for healthcare, she will now have to pay a penalty fee, thank-you-Mr.-Obama, because she can't afford insurance.What a novel tax idea that was.
"A ruler who lacks understanding is a great oppressor,
But he who hates covetousness will prolong his days." (Proverbs 28:16)
I didn't realize mail order prescriptions offered me free shipping. How generous of them.
My daughter, who just turned 26, will lose her health insurance at the end of the month. She works two part time jobs but cannot afford Cobra's cost of over $500/month. We have yet to find an alternative for her. She doesn't qualify for any government assistance, but if she became pregnant she would. To get healthcare from work would require her to work longer hours. Healthwise, she can't be on her feet for that long. Plus, she'd lose her second job which pays more, but isn't full time.
In addition to having to pay 100% out of pocket for healthcare, she will now have to pay a penalty fee, thank-you-Mr.-Obama, because she can't afford insurance.What a novel tax idea that was.
Truthfully,
Joanne"A ruler who lacks understanding is a great oppressor,
But he who hates covetousness will prolong his days." (Proverbs 28:16)
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Happy Birthday Elisabeth
You are fearless! Remember when you were the only one of your siblings
willing to pose for a picture holding the first fish you caught?
You are thoughtful of others, recognizing when they need encouragement. Even though you have a tender heart for others, you aren't afraid to speak up to make right a wrong.
I never realized how much fun it would be to have grown up daughters, but it is wonderful. Thanks for the many hours spent hanging out together, talking, listening, laughing, and loving each other. Happy Birthday Elisabeth. I love you.
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb,
Sweetness to the soul and health to the bones. (Proverbs 16:23)
Truthfully,
JoannePleasant words are like a honeycomb,
Sweetness to the soul and health to the bones. (Proverbs 16:23)
Friday, February 08, 2013
Thank-You
Have you ever had a sense that someone was praying for you? Unsolicited, undeserved intercession by a friend, loved one, or even an acquaintance for the sole purpose of seeking the Lord on your behalf. That person may not have any idea what you are going through at this moment in life, but prompted by God, chose to spend a few moments of time petitioning our Heavenly Father for your good.
Last night, I experienced an assurance (by the Holy Spirit) that someone had indeed been praying for me. For that, I thank-you. You gave me incredible hope, comfort, peace, and renewed inspiration. Of course, my first thanks has to go to the Lord who inspired you to do this. That's how awesome God is, that His thoughts were towards me and He allowed you to be part of His encouragement.
How often has He brought someone to my mind, wanting me to pray? What about you?
How often are these promptings wasted because instead of interceding for that person I've chosen to simply have pleasant thoughts about them, or worse: negative thoughts or recalled an unkind word they've spoken?
" ...Do you not realize that God’s kindness is meant to lead you to repentance" (Romans 2:4)
I don't know who prayed for me last night, but again, thank-you. I choose kindness.
"Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things." (Phil. 4:8)
Last night, I experienced an assurance (by the Holy Spirit) that someone had indeed been praying for me. For that, I thank-you. You gave me incredible hope, comfort, peace, and renewed inspiration. Of course, my first thanks has to go to the Lord who inspired you to do this. That's how awesome God is, that His thoughts were towards me and He allowed you to be part of His encouragement.
How often has He brought someone to my mind, wanting me to pray? What about you?
How often are these promptings wasted because instead of interceding for that person I've chosen to simply have pleasant thoughts about them, or worse: negative thoughts or recalled an unkind word they've spoken?
" ...Do you not realize that God’s kindness is meant to lead you to repentance" (Romans 2:4)
I don't know who prayed for me last night, but again, thank-you. I choose kindness.
Truthfully,
Joanne"Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things." (Phil. 4:8)
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Good Wednesday Morning
I miss my littlest buddy. Except, he isn't little anymore. Last weekend we were video chatting. Christina tried to get him to put on a pair of Denver Bronco slippers. He refused. He didn't even want to show them to me, in typical 10 1/2 year old fashion.
Something happens to boys between 10-12 years old. All of the sudden, it is necessary to look "cool." Wearing character slippers, like babies wear, is definitely not cool. Friday was crazy hat day. Christina said Danny gave Ethan an offering of wild hats, ones that back-in-the-day she would have killed for. (I was a practical mom, choosing to spend money on warm clothing, not silly stuff.) In spite of the wide variety of crazy, Ethan chose to wear a ball cap.
Before I had a junior high age son, I never believed it possible for my sweet boy to become a middle school kid, who needed to be cool and fit in with his friends. My son was loving, not a boy who was embarrassed to be seen in public with his mom.
But it happened. I hadn't noticed it until one day in fifth grade, Christopher forgot his lunch. As a doting mother, I arrived at his class, toting his baby sister. I will never forget what I saw. My sweet, adoring son, upon seeing me, began to sink down in his chair. Lower and lower as if he was melting. He must have thought nobody would notice him and he would slowly disappeared. I saw a look on his face that I didn't recognize. His expression read, "I am dying of embarrassment, please leave now." Do boys think nobody else has a mother? Are they okay with other parents showing up at school, but not their own?
Not too long ago, Christopher and I were driving down the road. We noticed a group of silly boys crossing the street. Christopher shook his head. "I wish I could tell those boys that they are NOT cool, they look ridiculous." He admitted that if someone had tried to tell him at that age, he wouldn't have listened.
I never thought I'd say this, but I am thrilled to see my grandson acting like a typical junior high boy. This means wanting to fit in with the crowd, yet trying to act cool so you get noticed. I will die if Ethan ever acts like he is embarrassed to be seen with me in public. Inwardly I will praise God that he is like every other boy.
When I was a child, I
spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but
when I became a man, I put away childish things.(1Cor. 13:11)
Something happens to boys between 10-12 years old. All of the sudden, it is necessary to look "cool." Wearing character slippers, like babies wear, is definitely not cool. Friday was crazy hat day. Christina said Danny gave Ethan an offering of wild hats, ones that back-in-the-day she would have killed for. (I was a practical mom, choosing to spend money on warm clothing, not silly stuff.) In spite of the wide variety of crazy, Ethan chose to wear a ball cap.
Before I had a junior high age son, I never believed it possible for my sweet boy to become a middle school kid, who needed to be cool and fit in with his friends. My son was loving, not a boy who was embarrassed to be seen in public with his mom.
But it happened. I hadn't noticed it until one day in fifth grade, Christopher forgot his lunch. As a doting mother, I arrived at his class, toting his baby sister. I will never forget what I saw. My sweet, adoring son, upon seeing me, began to sink down in his chair. Lower and lower as if he was melting. He must have thought nobody would notice him and he would slowly disappeared. I saw a look on his face that I didn't recognize. His expression read, "I am dying of embarrassment, please leave now." Do boys think nobody else has a mother? Are they okay with other parents showing up at school, but not their own?
Not too long ago, Christopher and I were driving down the road. We noticed a group of silly boys crossing the street. Christopher shook his head. "I wish I could tell those boys that they are NOT cool, they look ridiculous." He admitted that if someone had tried to tell him at that age, he wouldn't have listened.
I never thought I'd say this, but I am thrilled to see my grandson acting like a typical junior high boy. This means wanting to fit in with the crowd, yet trying to act cool so you get noticed. I will die if Ethan ever acts like he is embarrassed to be seen with me in public. Inwardly I will praise God that he is like every other boy.
Truthfully,
JoanneSaturday, December 29, 2012
Home Alone
Have you seen the movie Home Alone? The mother is desperate to get home, knowing she has unintentionally abandoned her youngest child. I felt this same desperation in the days leading up to Christmas. Every force within me fought and clawed to get back to my kids, but realistically, Michael and I had made the choice to be where we are. There was no going back.
In the movie version of Home Alone, the family plans to join extended family members in France for their Christmas Holiday. Similarly, our vacation plan to Arizona, was with the intent of spending it with not only my husband's side of the family, but mine also. Unfortunately, our accommodations didn't accommodate everyone. Don't get me wrong, the place is amazing, it simply won't sleep the 25 of us from out of town.
We devised a plan for my children, their spouses, significant others, and my grandson to come the weekend of December 15th for an early Christmas celebration. We also had a white elephant gift exchange with the 20 family members from my side of the family.
The three days we spent together were the best. I have so many pictures I can't possibly share them all.
Christina, Danny, & Ethan went home too.
As Christmas approached, an uneasy feeling crept over my being, just like the mother in Home Alone. In spite of being surrounded by family, something didn't feel right. I know why I am struggling to enjoy our vacation in the desert. I immediately want to rush home to the ones I've left home alone.
In the movie version of Home Alone, the family plans to join extended family members in France for their Christmas Holiday. Similarly, our vacation plan to Arizona, was with the intent of spending it with not only my husband's side of the family, but mine also. Unfortunately, our accommodations didn't accommodate everyone. Don't get me wrong, the place is amazing, it simply won't sleep the 25 of us from out of town.
The three days we spent together were the best. I have so many pictures I can't possibly share them all.
Sadly in the blink of an eye, it was over.
Christopher, Lauren and their wee, unborn babe, went back to New Orleans.
(That's their pregnancy announcement/Christmas photo up above.)
Our three youngest went back to our empty alone.
As Christmas approached, an uneasy feeling crept over my being, just like the mother in Home Alone. In spite of being surrounded by family, something didn't feel right. I know why I am struggling to enjoy our vacation in the desert. I immediately want to rush home to the ones I've left home alone.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Merry Christmas
Missing my little elves,
First Christmas not spent with at least most of them,
Missed a White Christmas with 'E'
But had a great time with family.
But had a great time with family.
Truthfully,
Joanne
Psalm 16:6 "The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places;
Yes, I have a good inheritance."
Yes, I have a good inheritance."
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Dozens
Since today is 12/12/12, I'm sharing 12 of my favorite bible verses.
Twelve Favorite Scriptures
1. "For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble." (Mt. 6:33,34)
2. "Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things."
4. "Then Jesus said to those Jews who believed Him, “If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.” (John 8:31-32)
6. "For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope." Jer. 29:11
7. "Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. Now He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He makes intercession for the saints according to the will of God." (Romans 8:26-27)
8. And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28)
10. "And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus." (Phillipians 4:19)
Truthfully,
Joanne
"Even a fool is counted wise when he holds his peace;
When he shuts his lips, he is considered perceptive." (Proverbs 17:28)
Twelve Favorite Scriptures
1. "For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble." (Mt. 6:33,34)
2. "Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things."
3. But those who wait on the Lord
Shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.
(Is. 40:31)
Shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.
(Is. 40:31)
4. "Then Jesus said to those Jews who believed Him, “If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.” (John 8:31-32)
5. "Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth. Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them;" (Psalm 127:3-5)
The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth. Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them;" (Psalm 127:3-5)
7. "Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. Now He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He makes intercession for the saints according to the will of God." (Romans 8:26-27)
8. And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28)
9. A merry heart does good, like medicine,
But a broken spirit dries the bones. (Proverbs 17:2)
But a broken spirit dries the bones. (Proverbs 17:2)
10. "And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus." (Phillipians 4:19)
11. Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life. (Proverbs 13:12)
but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life. (Proverbs 13:12)
12. “The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me,
Because He has anointed Me
To preach the gospel to the poor;
He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted,
To proclaim liberty to the captives
And recovery of sight to the blind,
To set at liberty those who are oppressed;
Because He has anointed Me
To preach the gospel to the poor;
He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted,
To proclaim liberty to the captives
And recovery of sight to the blind,
To set at liberty those who are oppressed;
To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord.” (Luke 4:18, 19)
Truthfully,
Joanne
"Even a fool is counted wise when he holds his peace;
When he shuts his lips, he is considered perceptive." (Proverbs 17:28)
Monday, December 10, 2012
Dreaming Of A White Christmas
There is something magical about waking up to freshly fallen snow that blankets the earth. As the white covers over every object and space it brings a stillness of quiet. I want to break out in Silent Night. I think my fondness for a White Christmas began as a child, growing up in Arizona.
As we listened to Christmas stories each night, read by mom, it was hard to envision Santa's sleigh without snow. We lived in a small town and occasionally snow fell, but never accumulated much. Santa in a big, red winter suit, flying over cactus and palm trees with his eight reindeer, somehow seemed all wrong.
Before we went to bed that Christmas Eve, my sister Carolyn and I wished on a star that it would snow. The excitement made it difficult to close our eyes. It didn't help that every few minutes Carolyn would whisper, "did you hear that? I think Santa is here, I heard reindeer hoofs." Quickly, I'd roll off the bottom bunk bed, stand on my tip-toes in front of our small second story window and pull back the curtain to see if Santa was on a nearby rooftop.
We lived halfway up a hill. A couple of doors down a streetlight shined. The house next door was a single level, so I could see quite a ways down the street, peering at a lot of rooftops. I scanned each one for that shadowy red figure and his sleigh. Sometime after midnight, we must have fallen asleep, at least I did.
It was still dark when I awoke to Carolyn peering over the side of my bed. Startled I sat up as best I could. Still hanging upside down, my sister said excitedly, "Santa's here!" I bounded out of bed again and pulled back the curtain.
I couldn't believe my eyes! Everything was covered in thick, white fluff. Against the soft glow of the street lamp, huge snowflakes were falling. I'd never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. I didn't even notice my sister had pulled herself out of bed this time and was standing next to me. I forgot all about Santa.
I have no idea how long we stood watching the glistening flakes fall. I silently thanked God for this wonderful gift. I look for His gift every year.
Truthfully,
Joanne"Come now, and let us reason together,” Says the LORD, “Though your sins are like scarlet, They shall be as white as snow; Though they are red like crimson, They shall be as wool." (Is. 1:18)
Friday, November 30, 2012
Decisions, Decisions
I have a decision to make: To blog, or not to blog. Blogger informed me that I've run out of storage space for pictures. In order to post photos I can purchase a larger cache. Not happening. It isn't as if my meager blogging is for the purpose of earning wages or anything. If that was the case, I'd have no problem spending the money. Sure there are ways around this, but it's hard enough to finish posts with simple photo upload. If I have to use an additional service to post pics, it just won't happen. Ugh!
I deleted a few pics so I'd have space to post Gluten Free Pretzels photos to my recipe blog.
I would have posted Thanksgiving pictures instead, but I DIDN'T TAKE ANYWAY! What's a story without pictures? Funny thing, I found some on my camera, that I didn't take but someone did.
Elisabeth and Hilary made these pumpkins and hung them from the ceiling. Ethan, Hilary and Sarabeth had the whole week of Thanksgiving off. I was complaining how much I wished for that when they were little. I always wanted to do Thanksgiving crafts and it was so hard to do Thanksgiving morning amidst the cooking and baking. The craft conversation caused them to want to create something.
In typical boy fashion, Ethan was more interested in cars and such. Wanting someone to play with, he tried hard to get Superman to drive his go-cart, while he rode his bike.
Thankfully, Grandpa and Camden were willing to play too.
Here are the random pics that were on my camera:
Truthfully,
Joanne"Where there is no counsel, the people fall; But in the multitude of counselors there is safety." Proverbs 11:14
Friday, November 16, 2012
The Good And Bad
Today is a GOOD day. My oral surgeon predicted I'd hate him for at least 48 hours, but I don't. Here is a rundown of the good and bad of the past 10 days. (Warning: Some of this might be TMI, so feel free to stop here if that idea bothers you.)
Tuesday last week: Had a sonohysterogram
Bad: It was Painful
Good: My uterus looked normal
Normal is good.
Wednesday Evening: I had my hair professionally cut & colored
Bad: I nodded off in the chair, twice.
What is wrong with me? Realized afterwards, that I was running a fever.
Good: I changed the color and cut. Michael loved it! I love to change things up.
Tuesday of this week:I finally went to the doctor for the fever.
Bad: She thinks I have a uterine infection and UTI thanks to the sonohysterogram I had
Good: She gave me antibiotics, which I'm hoping help what feels like a sinus infection.
Bad: The antibiotics caused me nausea and vomiting.
Good: Even though the bottle said to take an hour before or two hours after eating, the nurse said to go ahead and take with food. This worked.
Thursday: Had a bone dental bone graft performed
Bad: I wasn't allowed to wear eye makeup or nail polish for the procedure. I don't go anywhere without makeup.
Good: I didn't have to wash my face before I went to bed last night. I wasn't allowed to brush my teeth either.
Bad: I don't remember anything. I don't remember leaving the oral surgeons wearing a sock-like ice pack around my head.
Good: I don't remember anything. It's a good thing I don't remember walking out in public with a sock-like ice pack wrapped around my head. (I can't believe Michael didn't snap a picture. Can you just imagine, me without makeup, wearing an sock ice pack, walking to the car???)
I truly don't remember a thing about the procedure.
Bad: I wasn't a good patient. I didn't keep gauze in my mouth. I didn't keep wearing the ice sock. I wasn't supposed to rinse my mouth, but was told that was the first thing I did upon arriving home.
Good: I woke up at 3:00p.m. in Michael's recliner, to find my mother-in-law wrapping me in her soft blanket.
I had to eat, as I didn't want to get sick like I did the previous day when I took meds.
Bad: I had to eat soft food.
Good: I didn't have to cook. Are M&M's soft food? I had to eat them. Elisabeth bought them for me.
I probably shouldn't try to post while under the influence of pain killers. I hope to be back to myself shortly.
"Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things"
Tuesday last week: Had a sonohysterogram
Bad: It was Painful
Good: My uterus looked normal
Normal is good.
Wednesday Evening: I had my hair professionally cut & colored
Bad: I nodded off in the chair, twice.
What is wrong with me? Realized afterwards, that I was running a fever.
Good: I changed the color and cut. Michael loved it! I love to change things up.
Tuesday of this week:I finally went to the doctor for the fever.
Bad: She thinks I have a uterine infection and UTI thanks to the sonohysterogram I had
Good: She gave me antibiotics, which I'm hoping help what feels like a sinus infection.
Bad: The antibiotics caused me nausea and vomiting.
Good: Even though the bottle said to take an hour before or two hours after eating, the nurse said to go ahead and take with food. This worked.
Thursday: Had a bone dental bone graft performed
Bad: I wasn't allowed to wear eye makeup or nail polish for the procedure. I don't go anywhere without makeup.
Good: I didn't have to wash my face before I went to bed last night. I wasn't allowed to brush my teeth either.
Bad: I don't remember anything. I don't remember leaving the oral surgeons wearing a sock-like ice pack around my head.
Good: I don't remember anything. It's a good thing I don't remember walking out in public with a sock-like ice pack wrapped around my head. (I can't believe Michael didn't snap a picture. Can you just imagine, me without makeup, wearing an sock ice pack, walking to the car???)
I truly don't remember a thing about the procedure.
Bad: I wasn't a good patient. I didn't keep gauze in my mouth. I didn't keep wearing the ice sock. I wasn't supposed to rinse my mouth, but was told that was the first thing I did upon arriving home.
Good: I woke up at 3:00p.m. in Michael's recliner, to find my mother-in-law wrapping me in her soft blanket.
I had to eat, as I didn't want to get sick like I did the previous day when I took meds.
Bad: I had to eat soft food.
Good: I didn't have to cook. Are M&M's soft food? I had to eat them. Elisabeth bought them for me.
I probably shouldn't try to post while under the influence of pain killers. I hope to be back to myself shortly.
Truthfully,
Joanne"Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things"
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Thunk Thursday
I will be out of the office today, having a bone graft performed. I am not looking forward to this procedure, especially after the first attempted bone graft failed. What? I didn't tell you about it? Once I'm on the other side, and can laugh about it, maybe I can come back and tell you the horrors of inept dentistry practices. So in my absence I leave you with a Thunk Thursday.
I am not a dietitian, nor am I a college graduate, but I do feel like I am intelligent person. Why is a the Nutrition Facts Label on popcorn so difficult to understand? I think the popcorn manufactures purposely do not want us to know what we are eating. They want their product to look healthier than it truly is.
I'll start at the top. A serving size is 2 TBS of unpopped popcorn. Really? Nobody, and I mean nobody, eats unpopped popcorn. Why bother with this insignificant measure? Second, if there are 3 servings per bag and 10 bags per box, why are there 28 servings per box? Is something wrong with my math?
Say I eat a bag of popcorn, that isn't difficult for me to do. How many calories have I consumed? How much fat? What about Sodium?
After the silly 2 TBS unpopped serving size, the label states "makes 4 cups popped." So it's safe to assume 2 TBS unpopped equals 4 cups popped. Servings per bag says about 3. Can I assume that this means each bag is the eqivalent of 12 cups of popcorn? Why, under calories does the label compare 2 TBS Unpopped to 1 cup popped? It clearly staes "amount per serving" yet above says a serving size is 4 cups of popped corn. So using some basic math, if I eat one bag of popcorn, I am consuming approximately 360 calories.
If I am on a Sodium Restricted diet, I also need to know how much Sodium I ate in that same bag of popcorn. Can one of you math geniuses (Hilary) tell me how much sodium is in a bag of popped popcorn? Either I lack the math skills required to figure this out or the label is so deceptive that I can't compute the information. Or possibly my brain isn't functioning properly because of a fever I currently have.
How much saturated fat am I getting in a bag of popcorn? According to the chart, 2 TBS unpopped contains 2.5 g. Does 1 cup of popped have that same amount? The percentages show 2.5 g as 13% of daily values for unpopped. If I ate an entire bag unpopped, I will have consumed 7.5g. The same chart shows 0% for saturated fat in 1 cup of popcorn. If I eat a bag of 12 cups and multiply 12 times 0%, I get 0 grams of saturated fat??? I don't think so.
Can't wait to hear what answer you all come up with. Take your time. I'll be out of it all day.
Truthfully,
Joanne
"The Lord detests dishonest scales, but accurate weights find favor with him." (Proverbs 11:1)
I'll start at the top. A serving size is 2 TBS of unpopped popcorn. Really? Nobody, and I mean nobody, eats unpopped popcorn. Why bother with this insignificant measure? Second, if there are 3 servings per bag and 10 bags per box, why are there 28 servings per box? Is something wrong with my math?
Say I eat a bag of popcorn, that isn't difficult for me to do. How many calories have I consumed? How much fat? What about Sodium?
After the silly 2 TBS unpopped serving size, the label states "makes 4 cups popped." So it's safe to assume 2 TBS unpopped equals 4 cups popped. Servings per bag says about 3. Can I assume that this means each bag is the eqivalent of 12 cups of popcorn? Why, under calories does the label compare 2 TBS Unpopped to 1 cup popped? It clearly staes "amount per serving" yet above says a serving size is 4 cups of popped corn. So using some basic math, if I eat one bag of popcorn, I am consuming approximately 360 calories.
If I am on a Sodium Restricted diet, I also need to know how much Sodium I ate in that same bag of popcorn. Can one of you math geniuses (Hilary) tell me how much sodium is in a bag of popped popcorn? Either I lack the math skills required to figure this out or the label is so deceptive that I can't compute the information. Or possibly my brain isn't functioning properly because of a fever I currently have.
How much saturated fat am I getting in a bag of popcorn? According to the chart, 2 TBS unpopped contains 2.5 g. Does 1 cup of popped have that same amount? The percentages show 2.5 g as 13% of daily values for unpopped. If I ate an entire bag unpopped, I will have consumed 7.5g. The same chart shows 0% for saturated fat in 1 cup of popcorn. If I eat a bag of 12 cups and multiply 12 times 0%, I get 0 grams of saturated fat??? I don't think so.
Can't wait to hear what answer you all come up with. Take your time. I'll be out of it all day.
Truthfully,
Joanne
"The Lord detests dishonest scales, but accurate weights find favor with him." (Proverbs 11:1)
Monday, November 12, 2012
Fifty Pieces Of The Puzzle
Dear Dr. Nocton,
In today's world, I see fewer and fewer men involved in our public school system. With the vast family structure changes taking place, more than ever, I believe strong father figures are greatly needed. As an elementary school principal you influenced the lives of thousands of children in a positive way. I doubt you remember me or my children, but I certainly remember you. I wanted to share two specific and significant events that involved you which impacted my life and the lives of 2 of my children.
My first interaction with you was via telephone. phone. I answered your call on a Friday afternoon, in the Fall of 1993. My son was in third grade. You told me there had been an incident at school during recess. My heart began pounding. My immediate response was, "should I come down there?" I worried that my son was sick or injured. Memories of my mother answering a similar call from the school principal flooded my thoughts. I barely had time to put my shoes on before we were out the door. She raced to pick up my brother from Kindergarten. He'd split his head open after a fall. I watched with fear and trembling, as the doctor laid my brother onto a table, under a bright, white light. The sterile office reeked of alcohol and disinfectants. After several shots, the doctors fingers tugged and pulled on a piece of black thread, that stitched Greg's head back together. It's amazing the thoughts that run through your head in a moment of time when your heart is racing.
"No need to come," you assured me. "Your son hit another boy on the playground, giving him a bloody nose. Consequently, Christopher will miss his lunch recess for a week. After he eats, he will come to my office and sit until the bell rings."
I was reeling. I was heartbroken. I never expected a call like this. My son had only been at this school for a year. He was small for his age. My little boy punched someone in the nose? This can't be possible. He must have been bullied by bigger boys. Was it an accident? In my wildest dreams, I could not imagine Christopher hitting anyone, ever. Peer pressure. It had to be peer pressure. My son has always been a team player, yet willing to step up to be someone's hero. I prayed every day that he'd have the heart of David, strong enough to take on Goliath, willing to lead an army to victory, yet humble enough to dance in the streets before the Lord, without feat what others might think. I also prayed he would not be afraid to stand alone, when it meant doing the right thing.
You didn't provide me with details of the incident, instead you continued on as if this was an every day occurrence.
"I must tell you, I spent a good deal of time talking with your son. He is a fine young man. He mentioned that his mother prays for him that if does something wrong he will get caught. I told him God always brings everything into the light. I asked him if he knew that the first words in the bible are, 'and God said let their be light.' He answered me that he thought the bible started with, 'In the Beginning...' I took him for a walk down the hall to the teacher's lounge. I showed him that I keep my bible in there because I can't keep it in my office. I told him that I read it on my lunch hour. We opened it up and sure enough, it says 'In the beginning.' He is a fine young man. He will do just fine. He made a bad decision, but I can tell he has been taught well. He is sorry for his actions, but still has to pay the price."
Thank-you Dr. Nocton, for taking a young boy under your wing and helping him to learn in a fair and just manner that there are consequences to our behavior when we break the rules. That fine young man is now in his second year of law school where he hopes to be a fair representative of justice.
The second incident I wanted to thank-you for involves my fourth child. Sarabeth began Kindergarten at your school. By the third week, she was having night terrors that began her first day of school and she cried every single day I dropped her off and picked her up. Having a summer birthday, she was on the young end and could have waited a year before beginning school. Sarabeth has always had extreme separation anxiety, even as an infant. I was told by most, that I didn't push her hard enough. They said the biggest mistake I could make would be to give in to her, and let her stay home another year. If I pulled her out now, she'd never go back and I'd be fighting a bigger battle the following year. I sought out advice from people I trusted. One of those people was you.
After explaining our situation, you looked puzzled. I expected to hear the same advice I'd heard from others. Instead you said, "In most situations, I would recommend that you keep going with whatever decision you've already made. Your daughter has started Kindergarten, so in general I would say she should keep going. I'm surprised by what I'm about to say, but I'm wondering if maybe you should pull her out. See if the night terrors stop. If they do, maybe it is best that she wait another year. "
This is exactly what we did, and it made a world of difference. Sarabeth was and is an excellent student. She currently attends college with a 4.0. She even spent a semester abroad. I want to thank-you for being the fair and just elementary principal, who conducted his school with honor and integrity, yet wasn't afraid to offer grace and mercy to a little girl who wasn't ready for the rigors of being out in the world. Thank-you for giving her dignity. I wish we had more godly men, such as yourself, in places of influence over our children.
This is another fifty post. Explanation of the series here.
"Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to sin, it would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were drowned in the depth of the sea" (Mt. 18:6)
In today's world, I see fewer and fewer men involved in our public school system. With the vast family structure changes taking place, more than ever, I believe strong father figures are greatly needed. As an elementary school principal you influenced the lives of thousands of children in a positive way. I doubt you remember me or my children, but I certainly remember you. I wanted to share two specific and significant events that involved you which impacted my life and the lives of 2 of my children.
My first interaction with you was via telephone. phone. I answered your call on a Friday afternoon, in the Fall of 1993. My son was in third grade. You told me there had been an incident at school during recess. My heart began pounding. My immediate response was, "should I come down there?" I worried that my son was sick or injured. Memories of my mother answering a similar call from the school principal flooded my thoughts. I barely had time to put my shoes on before we were out the door. She raced to pick up my brother from Kindergarten. He'd split his head open after a fall. I watched with fear and trembling, as the doctor laid my brother onto a table, under a bright, white light. The sterile office reeked of alcohol and disinfectants. After several shots, the doctors fingers tugged and pulled on a piece of black thread, that stitched Greg's head back together. It's amazing the thoughts that run through your head in a moment of time when your heart is racing.
"No need to come," you assured me. "Your son hit another boy on the playground, giving him a bloody nose. Consequently, Christopher will miss his lunch recess for a week. After he eats, he will come to my office and sit until the bell rings."
I was reeling. I was heartbroken. I never expected a call like this. My son had only been at this school for a year. He was small for his age. My little boy punched someone in the nose? This can't be possible. He must have been bullied by bigger boys. Was it an accident? In my wildest dreams, I could not imagine Christopher hitting anyone, ever. Peer pressure. It had to be peer pressure. My son has always been a team player, yet willing to step up to be someone's hero. I prayed every day that he'd have the heart of David, strong enough to take on Goliath, willing to lead an army to victory, yet humble enough to dance in the streets before the Lord, without feat what others might think. I also prayed he would not be afraid to stand alone, when it meant doing the right thing.
You didn't provide me with details of the incident, instead you continued on as if this was an every day occurrence.
"I must tell you, I spent a good deal of time talking with your son. He is a fine young man. He mentioned that his mother prays for him that if does something wrong he will get caught. I told him God always brings everything into the light. I asked him if he knew that the first words in the bible are, 'and God said let their be light.' He answered me that he thought the bible started with, 'In the Beginning...' I took him for a walk down the hall to the teacher's lounge. I showed him that I keep my bible in there because I can't keep it in my office. I told him that I read it on my lunch hour. We opened it up and sure enough, it says 'In the beginning.' He is a fine young man. He will do just fine. He made a bad decision, but I can tell he has been taught well. He is sorry for his actions, but still has to pay the price."
Thank-you Dr. Nocton, for taking a young boy under your wing and helping him to learn in a fair and just manner that there are consequences to our behavior when we break the rules. That fine young man is now in his second year of law school where he hopes to be a fair representative of justice.
The second incident I wanted to thank-you for involves my fourth child. Sarabeth began Kindergarten at your school. By the third week, she was having night terrors that began her first day of school and she cried every single day I dropped her off and picked her up. Having a summer birthday, she was on the young end and could have waited a year before beginning school. Sarabeth has always had extreme separation anxiety, even as an infant. I was told by most, that I didn't push her hard enough. They said the biggest mistake I could make would be to give in to her, and let her stay home another year. If I pulled her out now, she'd never go back and I'd be fighting a bigger battle the following year. I sought out advice from people I trusted. One of those people was you.
After explaining our situation, you looked puzzled. I expected to hear the same advice I'd heard from others. Instead you said, "In most situations, I would recommend that you keep going with whatever decision you've already made. Your daughter has started Kindergarten, so in general I would say she should keep going. I'm surprised by what I'm about to say, but I'm wondering if maybe you should pull her out. See if the night terrors stop. If they do, maybe it is best that she wait another year. "
This is exactly what we did, and it made a world of difference. Sarabeth was and is an excellent student. She currently attends college with a 4.0. She even spent a semester abroad. I want to thank-you for being the fair and just elementary principal, who conducted his school with honor and integrity, yet wasn't afraid to offer grace and mercy to a little girl who wasn't ready for the rigors of being out in the world. Thank-you for giving her dignity. I wish we had more godly men, such as yourself, in places of influence over our children.
This is another fifty post. Explanation of the series here.
Truthfully,
Joanne"Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to sin, it would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were drowned in the depth of the sea" (Mt. 18:6)
Saturday, November 10, 2012
An Old Friend Or Foe
Sin is tricky. He is a master of disguise. He parades around as a fond memory or loving friend. It isn't long before sin's true identity emerges. He is no friend or comforter. He causes pain and sorrow. I avoid him whenever possible. Sin is sneaky and pops in when I'm feeling my weakest, and least prepared to meet with him.
His name appears on the caller I.D. I reject the call. Last week, I picked up the phone before checking to see who it was. He started in with his spiel. He said, "it is imperative that you sign up for what I'm selling." I politely decline, so he puts his partner Past Regrets on the line. He asks me to join his mailing list so he can send me personal past regrets. I shout loudly, "Get out of here you sad, sad man. I want beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. I don't want anymore of your grief!" I slam the phone down.
At times when I'm tired, I don't recognize his number. I answer. He convinces me that what he's offering is what I need right now. After we've commiserated way too long, I politely hang up. The call haunts me for a long time afterward.
Yesterday, out-of-nowhere, sin came calling. Before I realized who was at the door, I opened my heart to him. He approached. We embraced. A strange comfort washed over me. His grip was firm, yet loving. I felt like I needed him, but was afraid to trust him. Quietly I whispered, "you can have your way with me, but please don't take all day." I relinquished control.
In our time together, he reminded me of missed opportunities that were now dead. I longed for them, but knew my desire could not bring them back to life. I wanted to remember the joy and love I once had, but it only brought anger and confusion. Just when I was about to lash out at sin, I realized we were out of time. I had an appointment and dashed out the door, leaving sin alone.
In his absence I recognize how easily I become entangled with him. The more time I spend with sin, the more I can't break free from his clutches. If I'm not careful, he will set up permanent residence in my heart. Why does he show up so unexpectedly? I could deal with him easier if he'd call ahead to let me know what time he was coming. I wouldn't answer the door.
Later in the day, I'd almost forgotten our earlier rendezvous. The doorbell rang. I flung open the door, and there stood my foe. I felt stronger, but because I'd spent so much time with him earlier, I hesitated just a moment before slamming the door. Before I could shut him out, he wedged his foot in the door. I pushed against it with all of my might, but could not get him out. All I could think about was Lot's wife. As she was about to be delivered from the evils of Sodom and Gomorrah, she almost escaped with her life. Instead, she lingered only a moment. She glanced back to see what she was leaving behind. Lot's wife became a pillar of salt.
Feeling helpless and hopeless, I cry out to my Savior. Immediately He appears. The door slams shut. With tears of repentance, I fall into His waiting arms. The love I feel is immeasurable. He doesn't say a word. He doesn't need to. I know.
Why do I wait so long to ask for His help? Why do I battle with sin on my own? He is the only one who has ever had victory over sin. He is the one I need.
Truthfully,
Joanne
''Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many; and unto those who look for Him shall He appear the second time without sin, unto salvation."
His name appears on the caller I.D. I reject the call. Last week, I picked up the phone before checking to see who it was. He started in with his spiel. He said, "it is imperative that you sign up for what I'm selling." I politely decline, so he puts his partner Past Regrets on the line. He asks me to join his mailing list so he can send me personal past regrets. I shout loudly, "Get out of here you sad, sad man. I want beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. I don't want anymore of your grief!" I slam the phone down.
At times when I'm tired, I don't recognize his number. I answer. He convinces me that what he's offering is what I need right now. After we've commiserated way too long, I politely hang up. The call haunts me for a long time afterward.
Yesterday, out-of-nowhere, sin came calling. Before I realized who was at the door, I opened my heart to him. He approached. We embraced. A strange comfort washed over me. His grip was firm, yet loving. I felt like I needed him, but was afraid to trust him. Quietly I whispered, "you can have your way with me, but please don't take all day." I relinquished control.
In our time together, he reminded me of missed opportunities that were now dead. I longed for them, but knew my desire could not bring them back to life. I wanted to remember the joy and love I once had, but it only brought anger and confusion. Just when I was about to lash out at sin, I realized we were out of time. I had an appointment and dashed out the door, leaving sin alone.
In his absence I recognize how easily I become entangled with him. The more time I spend with sin, the more I can't break free from his clutches. If I'm not careful, he will set up permanent residence in my heart. Why does he show up so unexpectedly? I could deal with him easier if he'd call ahead to let me know what time he was coming. I wouldn't answer the door.
Later in the day, I'd almost forgotten our earlier rendezvous. The doorbell rang. I flung open the door, and there stood my foe. I felt stronger, but because I'd spent so much time with him earlier, I hesitated just a moment before slamming the door. Before I could shut him out, he wedged his foot in the door. I pushed against it with all of my might, but could not get him out. All I could think about was Lot's wife. As she was about to be delivered from the evils of Sodom and Gomorrah, she almost escaped with her life. Instead, she lingered only a moment. She glanced back to see what she was leaving behind. Lot's wife became a pillar of salt.
Feeling helpless and hopeless, I cry out to my Savior. Immediately He appears. The door slams shut. With tears of repentance, I fall into His waiting arms. The love I feel is immeasurable. He doesn't say a word. He doesn't need to. I know.
Why do I wait so long to ask for His help? Why do I battle with sin on my own? He is the only one who has ever had victory over sin. He is the one I need.
Truthfully,
Joanne
''Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many; and unto those who look for Him shall He appear the second time without sin, unto salvation."
Thursday, November 08, 2012
Another Fifty
Another post in the Fifty Series.
I received a lovely text message from my son yesterday. He was disgusted with the way people were trashing the president of the United States. He expressed his gratitude that I taught him to respect the president regardless of whether we agreed with him or not. I am proud of him for his integrity.
Christopher,
Twenty-eight years, where has the time gone?
Looking back I remember a little boy, just two years old, with his big sister. I smiled seeing you playing so nicely together. I saw you sharing. You held out the rope to your sister, "Here Chrisnina." As she reached for it, you snatched it back just out of her grasp, laughing. "Hahaha, get it!" You taunted. I knew right then and there that: you had a sense of humor, you possessed a love for fun, and that boys were very different from girls.
You were all boy, fiercely competitive, always striving to win, yet you maintained a sense of fairness and good sportsmanship.
You enjoyed riddles, figuring things out, and winning math competitions, yet you also had a tender side. You grew from the little boy who prayed for his mom when she was sick, to the young man who wasn't afraid to hug his mom in public, to an adult man who desires justice, willing to defend those who are weak.
I'm proud of the man and husband you are. You walk with Lauren as a partner and friend, not ahead of her or behind, but united as one. I am so happy you found a good wife. Together you are strong and will accomplish much in this life. I love you!
"The generous soul will be made rich,
And he who waters will also be watered himself.
I received a lovely text message from my son yesterday. He was disgusted with the way people were trashing the president of the United States. He expressed his gratitude that I taught him to respect the president regardless of whether we agreed with him or not. I am proud of him for his integrity.
Christopher,
Twenty-eight years, where has the time gone?
Looking back I remember a little boy, just two years old, with his big sister. I smiled seeing you playing so nicely together. I saw you sharing. You held out the rope to your sister, "Here Chrisnina." As she reached for it, you snatched it back just out of her grasp, laughing. "Hahaha, get it!" You taunted. I knew right then and there that: you had a sense of humor, you possessed a love for fun, and that boys were very different from girls.
You enjoyed riddles, figuring things out, and winning math competitions, yet you also had a tender side. You grew from the little boy who prayed for his mom when she was sick, to the young man who wasn't afraid to hug his mom in public, to an adult man who desires justice, willing to defend those who are weak.
I'm proud of the man and husband you are. You walk with Lauren as a partner and friend, not ahead of her or behind, but united as one. I am so happy you found a good wife. Together you are strong and will accomplish much in this life. I love you!
Truthfully,
Joanne "The generous soul will be made rich,
And he who waters will also be watered himself.
He who earnestly seeks good finds favor,
The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life,
And he who wins souls is wise."
(Proverbs 11:25,27,30)
Wednesday, November 07, 2012
Flames Of Fire
A couple of weeks ago, I had plans to go out-of-state. At the same time, life was unraveling at home and I was feeling a tad guilty for abandoning my family. One of the reasons for the trip: I found flights on Southwest Airlines for $58 Roundtrip to Phoenix. The price included fees, taxes and airfare. How could I not go?
I was on the phone with my lovely sister-in-law, explaining my predicament. I was happy to be coming for a visit, but how could I enjoy myself knowing I was leaving my family in need. Kathleen, my tell-it-like-it-is sister-in-law, set me straight.
"Joanne," she began, "the world does NOT revolve around you."
"What?"
"No, it does not. When you get on that plane, leaving your family behind, the world will NOT stop spinning. It will not fall off its axis and life will not fall apart."
Oh my word! I laughed. I wasn't sure whether I should be offended or relieved. The world does not revolve around me, people. And that means: it doesn't revolve around you either!
I should have had this figured out by now. The last time I went out of town, life was strangely quiet. My phone never rang. I didn't receive a single message. Every hour or so, I would pull out my phone, convinced I missed a call or text. Could I really go a full 2.5 days without someone needing me? Nobody phoned to ask how to work the crockpot, or where we keep the laundry soap. Nobody called to ask my advice in handling a difficult situation. Nobody asked when I was coming home. Have I really become a mere mortal that the world can truly live without???? Shocking!
This trip was originally scheduled as a time for Michael and I to get away for a few days. As it frequently happens, in my attempt to accommodate the most people, the date and circumstances of our trip changed several times. In the end, this meant my parents would be gone for the first part of my visit to Arizona, Michael would not be my travel companion, and rather than coming along, his mother chose to have a medical procedure that week. This is where guilt entered the equation. I'm ever so grateful for Kathleen's perspective that helped kick it to the curb.
Having no responsibilities and no guilt, it was wonderfully refreshing to look at the world around me with new eyes. My parents drove their new car to California so my father could attend his 55th high school reunion. How awesome is that? I spent time with my sisters and brother. I had the pleasure of getting to know my nieces and nephews a little better and was able to appreciate their many talents and giftings. I had conversations about religion, politics, philosophies, even music. I met new people and spent time doing arts and crafts. My parents returned. We went out to dinner nearly every night.
The day before I returned home, my parents and I went to the Musical Instrument Museum. We spent 4 hours listening to music, learning about the musical culture of other countries through their instruments, and the history of music in our own country. I feared my parents would be worn out from walking and standing for so long. I was wrong. On the way home, we stopped at a clock shop to peruse their wares. We then enjoyed another fine meal of dining out.
So what is the point of this post? This trip caused me to realize, in more ways than one, that I've let some of my passions in life fade to indifference. Without vision, without passion, people perish. Time to light the fire, fan the flames, and ignite the passion. Look out world!
"I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I could wish you were cold or hot. So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth." Revelation 3:15-16
I was on the phone with my lovely sister-in-law, explaining my predicament. I was happy to be coming for a visit, but how could I enjoy myself knowing I was leaving my family in need. Kathleen, my tell-it-like-it-is sister-in-law, set me straight.
"Joanne," she began, "the world does NOT revolve around you."
"What?"
"No, it does not. When you get on that plane, leaving your family behind, the world will NOT stop spinning. It will not fall off its axis and life will not fall apart."
Oh my word! I laughed. I wasn't sure whether I should be offended or relieved. The world does not revolve around me, people. And that means: it doesn't revolve around you either!
I should have had this figured out by now. The last time I went out of town, life was strangely quiet. My phone never rang. I didn't receive a single message. Every hour or so, I would pull out my phone, convinced I missed a call or text. Could I really go a full 2.5 days without someone needing me? Nobody phoned to ask how to work the crockpot, or where we keep the laundry soap. Nobody called to ask my advice in handling a difficult situation. Nobody asked when I was coming home. Have I really become a mere mortal that the world can truly live without???? Shocking!
This trip was originally scheduled as a time for Michael and I to get away for a few days. As it frequently happens, in my attempt to accommodate the most people, the date and circumstances of our trip changed several times. In the end, this meant my parents would be gone for the first part of my visit to Arizona, Michael would not be my travel companion, and rather than coming along, his mother chose to have a medical procedure that week. This is where guilt entered the equation. I'm ever so grateful for Kathleen's perspective that helped kick it to the curb.
Having no responsibilities and no guilt, it was wonderfully refreshing to look at the world around me with new eyes. My parents drove their new car to California so my father could attend his 55th high school reunion. How awesome is that? I spent time with my sisters and brother. I had the pleasure of getting to know my nieces and nephews a little better and was able to appreciate their many talents and giftings. I had conversations about religion, politics, philosophies, even music. I met new people and spent time doing arts and crafts. My parents returned. We went out to dinner nearly every night.
The day before I returned home, my parents and I went to the Musical Instrument Museum. We spent 4 hours listening to music, learning about the musical culture of other countries through their instruments, and the history of music in our own country. I feared my parents would be worn out from walking and standing for so long. I was wrong. On the way home, we stopped at a clock shop to peruse their wares. We then enjoyed another fine meal of dining out.
So what is the point of this post? This trip caused me to realize, in more ways than one, that I've let some of my passions in life fade to indifference. Without vision, without passion, people perish. Time to light the fire, fan the flames, and ignite the passion. Look out world!
Truthfully,
Joanne"I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I could wish you were cold or hot. So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth." Revelation 3:15-16
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
This Day
Twenty years ago today, we moved. We didn't move far. A big moving truck, lots of packing, and many back and forth trips were required to move our family and our huge assortment of toys, clothes, and all items necessary for a family of seven. Our children were 11, 8, 5, 3, and baby Hilary was 7 months. The home we vacated was 40 years old with 3 small bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. The new one was only 30 years old, had, had 5 bedrooms 3 baths, and nearly double the square footage. We were excited to have room to grow. We've seen a lot of growth and change in the past 20 years.
Our kitchen floor was a burnt orange carpet. Hilary took pleasure in crawling around on the soft rug while I cooked. I often had to step over several kids lying about while preparing meals. It was warm and cozy. In spite of vacuuming twice a day, gummy cheerios, spilled milk, and sticky baby food clung to the fibers like glue. We purchased new carpeting. That light gray color lasted a year, before switching to vinyl tile in big blue squares.
Today we have beautiful hardwood flooring.
Hilary learned to walk, ride a bike, and grew up in the only home she remembers. She now lives over an hour away and is crazy busy with college life. I wonder if she remembers how stressful this day was for her every single year. She agonized over how she should dress. Her costume had to be perfect for trick-or-treating. I'm not sure it ever was. I recall a lot of tears and frustration. The bewitching hour always hit when I was in the midst of throwing dinner on the table. I finally wised up and made soup in the crockpot with fresh bread in the bread machine to avoid the last minute adjustments to dressing up.
I thought I did a pretty good job the year the Matrix and The Matrix Reloaded came out.
She wasn't convinced this was going to pass the inspection of her critical friends, but we somehow survived for another year.
This is Sarabeth, a neighbor, and Hilary on their way out the door:
I had hoped to recap each of my kids and an anecdote or two, but I'm running out of time. Here are the pumpkin carvings this year by Elisabeth, Brian, Sarabeth, Travis, Hilary, and Tyler:
Our kitchen floor was a burnt orange carpet. Hilary took pleasure in crawling around on the soft rug while I cooked. I often had to step over several kids lying about while preparing meals. It was warm and cozy. In spite of vacuuming twice a day, gummy cheerios, spilled milk, and sticky baby food clung to the fibers like glue. We purchased new carpeting. That light gray color lasted a year, before switching to vinyl tile in big blue squares.
Hilary learned to walk, ride a bike, and grew up in the only home she remembers. She now lives over an hour away and is crazy busy with college life. I wonder if she remembers how stressful this day was for her every single year. She agonized over how she should dress. Her costume had to be perfect for trick-or-treating. I'm not sure it ever was. I recall a lot of tears and frustration. The bewitching hour always hit when I was in the midst of throwing dinner on the table. I finally wised up and made soup in the crockpot with fresh bread in the bread machine to avoid the last minute adjustments to dressing up.
I thought I did a pretty good job the year the Matrix and The Matrix Reloaded came out.
I enjoyed helping her get her hair just right.
This is Sarabeth, a neighbor, and Hilary on their way out the door:
Here are a few shots of recent pumpkin coverage:
Brian, Elisabeth, Sarabeth, & Hilary
2006
2007 Pumpkins
2008
Sarabeth's Haunted House Work
2010
2011
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