Prayers of Words
Is it just me, or have you ever noticed that the alphabet soup that floats around in your head - those randoms thoughts, worries, decisions-to-be-made - always make more sense and seem to work themselves out into a reasonable form when you say them aloud? When I talk things out with Kevin or a friend, I always feel better, like I have a better grasp on how to handle things. I've found this to be true in prayer as well. I'm a prayer-walker. I often wonder if people in the neighborhood peer out their windows at me as I walk down the street, thinking "there's that crazy woman again, talking to herself". The dog loves it - he thinks I'm talking to him! I don't really care one way or the other,...
Who's on 1st?
Abbott and Costello have nothing on those other comedic greats - Kevin and Owen (our nephew). Their recent conversation went something like this:Owen: Dad and me went to the baseball game and -Kevin: You mean Dad and I went to the baseball game?Owen: No. Dad and me went to the baseball game and -Kevin: You mean Dad and I went to the baseball game?Owen: Sigh. No. Dad and me went to the baseball game and -Kevin: You mean Dad and I went to the -Owen: NO! Uncle Kevin, you aren't getting it - YOU WEREN'T THERE!
Tree Hugged
My dad is a nature lover. Actually, more than that - a nature lover extraordinaire. He isn't involved with any organizations or protests on behalf of nature, but he is enthralled with a good sunset, relishes the vibrant colors of fall leaves, finds a deep calm in his spirit at the sight of a rainbow. He is keenly aware of the intense and over-the-top beauty of our world (and of my mom, but that's another story!). I was in the midst of a discussion with my e-study group this past week that made me consider the extraordinary lengths to which God went when creating the world. I used to wonder at the fact that God, in complete knowledge that Adam and Eve would make a HUGE mistake and be sent...
Scrapbooking
I am not a scrapbooker. Don't get me wrong...I CAN scrapbook. I'm actually pretty good at it. However, the empire that is Creative Memories did not exist when my children were young. The "peel and press" photo album did, along with the shoe box, the random cabinet or drawer, and the envelope from the photo developing center. So, since I promised my eldest daughter a scrapbook of her first 20 years, I have lugged out all the old albums, boxes and envelopes from their various cabinets and drawers and have launched, full throttle, into the proverbial walk down memory lane.You scrapbookers of today are very lucky. You set about documenting your children's lives as they happen. You lovingly...
Old People
M called last night and I could tell from the moment I answered the phone that she was in a really good mood. This was our conversation:M: I just LOVE old people!Me: Well...what brought that on?M: I just came from the barn where I had a great conversation with a bunch of old people that have their horses out there. We just talked about horses and life...no drama, no silly high school stuff...just good intelligent conversation.Me: That's great...it shows you're growing up yourself.M: Yeah...I thought as I got in the car, "who could I call that would understand how cool it was for me to talk to old people and like it?"...naturally, I thought of you.Me: That's just great dear.M:...