My husband is on vacation this week, although he is working hard as I write. We are in the midst of a massive backyard renovation. I say we, but it's really he, with the occasional help of a few friends. It's going to be great when it's done, but the process is going a little long for the both of us. It was going so long that he finally broke down to take precious vacation time he hoped to spend enjoying the finished yard to get it done. It certainly doesn't feel like he is vacating.
I feel like he is on vacation, not we, because I work from home. While I have a home office, I also have a habit of working wherever appeals to me at the moment; in the back yard on a day with a breeze, in my gray chair in my living room, or on my bed. I haven't vacated my work space, so I don't feel different when I wake up in the morning. I also work without a real schedule, my tasks come to me in the form of an email, sporadically and totally dependent when someone else does the…
This is one of my favorite pictures of my
granddaughter. She is watching me teach
the women’s Monday night Bible study, and her mom said she sat and watched the
majority of it. My prayer is that-
will always pay attention to the Word of God being taught.
will always pay attention to her Grandma.
When my daughter was growing up, my one of my deepest
desires as a parent was that she would always believe the things I told her
that were followed by this:
Take my word for it.
“It” is anything from the importance of being a discerning
reader to never, ever drinking milk immediately after eating cranberry
sauce. This would also include always
stop trimming your bangs before you think they are short enough, those pants
will never shrink to fit you and it is a sad fact that not everything deep
fried in batter tastes good. Take my
word for it.
Of course, taking someone’s word for something can be a
dangerous proposition; one must always consider the source. That …
I read a blog post recently that said the worst opening sentence in a blog post was "Sorry I haven't posted for a while." If only you include it in a sentence, does it still count as the worst opening sentence?
Except I'm not sorry I haven't posted here for quite some time, because: I've been posting here, and I've been thinking. I've been doing other things too, but thinking, and specifically thinking about what I do has been a big part of the last few months.
Around the end of every year, I take some time to look back and ask God to give me a report card. As a kid I liked report cards, even though there were usually a couple subjects that looked like the grades belonged on someone else's card and a snarky comment from a teacher (doesn't work up to potential). Yo, math teacher, I spent my whole adult working career doing math, take that. God doesn't make snarky comments when He gives you a report card, so I'm pretty specific in asking ab…