Back in Lenexa arriving about 9:15. The P.T. was here and she had J. sitting in a regular chair, going up and down stairs once, and even encouraging her to take short forays outside. The nurse came next, and by the time she left J. was exhausted and slept in her chair. I am tired, also. I've gotten used to sleeping till 7:30 so I'm tired from my drive and early A.M. waking.
I've read my 5 chapters of the Psalms - today mostly about the I. remembering what God had done for them in bringing them out of Egypt and again, centuries later, losing all they'd been given in Israel.
Yesterday's sermon by a young evanagelist brought to mind a scipture that I've heard several times lately - Isa. 54:17 - "No weapon forged against you shall prevail, and you will refute every tongue that accuses you".
What a powerful verse - I don't know why it never caught my eye before. I think of J. and all she's gone through for the past 8 mos. - Satan meant to bring her down - he has forged every weapon he could - infection, pain, helplessness, discouragement, but, Praise God, he has not prevailed. She will recover and she will be a witness for what Godd has done in her life.
The second verse the evangelist cited - Rom. 8:37 - "In all things we are more than conquerors". What is Paul talking anout?
Trouble - Hardshp - Persecution - Famine - Nakedness - Danger - Sword
None of the above can separate us from the love of Christ.
He goes on
Death - Life - Angels - Demons - Present - Future - Any powers - Height - Depth - Anything in Creation
These cannot separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus!
WE ARE MORE THAN CONQUERORS!
Monday, September 17, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Messies
Having just come from my daughter's house I've come to the conclusion that not only do messies live in chaos, they also spend money needlessly because they don't know what they already have.
Let me preface my remarks by saying that she was not raised in a messy house. Nor do I want to blame my wonderful son-in-law who was also not raised in a messy house. I don't know what has caused them to not put things away, not pick up newspapers, load the sink with dirty dishes until someone decides to put them in the dishwasher (speaking of dirty dishes, how much trouble is it to rinse a dish when you're done with it?), fold towels before putting them in the linen closet, etc., etc. etc. You get the picture.
Last week as I was staying with her as she recuperates from surgery,we tackled some of the messy places. First, the rather narrow, but deep pantry in the kitchen. We found 8 jars of BBQ sauce, 4 boxes of unopened popcorn plus one that was opened, 5 bottles of olive oil, countless cans of beans (black, red, baked, refried). She was so inspired that she made labels for each of the shelves with what was on that shelf. Next we delved into the linen closet. It is upstairs and she is unable to navigate those stairs yet, so I pulled things out of the closet and asked her what to do with them. Three therma blankets with holes or snags in them were either thrown or given to charity, towels stacked so we know where to grab a hand towel, wash cloth, or bath towel. As soon as she can climb stairs she's going to label those shelves. Beware - anyone who dares to mess with them again!
Next we tackled the laundry area. Again, about 6 containers of rug spot remover, 8 bottles of various sizes of hand sanitizer, 4 boxes of Bounce, and three boxes of "rags to clean with".
I wonder how long this will last.
I learned a long time ago when I was teaching "Stress Management" classes to "put away, don't put down".
Messies don't want to admit it, but the messes they live with do cause stress - they just don't know how to cope with it. Given enough time, the messes grow to the point that the job of straightening everything out becomes a daunting task.
Let me preface my remarks by saying that she was not raised in a messy house. Nor do I want to blame my wonderful son-in-law who was also not raised in a messy house. I don't know what has caused them to not put things away, not pick up newspapers, load the sink with dirty dishes until someone decides to put them in the dishwasher (speaking of dirty dishes, how much trouble is it to rinse a dish when you're done with it?), fold towels before putting them in the linen closet, etc., etc. etc. You get the picture.
Last week as I was staying with her as she recuperates from surgery,we tackled some of the messy places. First, the rather narrow, but deep pantry in the kitchen. We found 8 jars of BBQ sauce, 4 boxes of unopened popcorn plus one that was opened, 5 bottles of olive oil, countless cans of beans (black, red, baked, refried). She was so inspired that she made labels for each of the shelves with what was on that shelf. Next we delved into the linen closet. It is upstairs and she is unable to navigate those stairs yet, so I pulled things out of the closet and asked her what to do with them. Three therma blankets with holes or snags in them were either thrown or given to charity, towels stacked so we know where to grab a hand towel, wash cloth, or bath towel. As soon as she can climb stairs she's going to label those shelves. Beware - anyone who dares to mess with them again!
Next we tackled the laundry area. Again, about 6 containers of rug spot remover, 8 bottles of various sizes of hand sanitizer, 4 boxes of Bounce, and three boxes of "rags to clean with".
I wonder how long this will last.
I learned a long time ago when I was teaching "Stress Management" classes to "put away, don't put down".
Messies don't want to admit it, but the messes they live with do cause stress - they just don't know how to cope with it. Given enough time, the messes grow to the point that the job of straightening everything out becomes a daunting task.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
A letter from the past
We recently had to make a trip back to New York for a funeral. While there, we went to visist one of my sisters-in-law. She mentioned that she had my father's Bible and would I like it?
Of course, the answer was YES!
First, his name is engraved on the outside. So I decided that I would give it to another sister-in-law who has a son with the same name and middle initial, or if she chose, to her grandson who has the name name but reversed. (For example John Alan instead of Alan John)
The best thing was:
Inside the Bible was a copy of my mother's birth certificate and a certification of my father's birth. I remember that when they applied for Social Security about 50 years ago that they had to write to the places where they were born for birthcertificates. My mother's is exceptionally interesting. It stated not only her name and her parents names, but whether they were legal or illegal residents of the the US - can you imagine the outcry today if this was on the birth certificate? Also, were they white or Indian.
The next interesting item was a letter written by my father to my mother on the occasion of the birth of my oldest brother. He was born at a time when Mom(s) went to a midwife, stayed there for two weeks before coming home. My father didn't sign his name, but rather signed - "From your affectionate long-haired, blackbearded husband". So cute and doesn't sound like the father I remember!
Of course, the answer was YES!
First, his name is engraved on the outside. So I decided that I would give it to another sister-in-law who has a son with the same name and middle initial, or if she chose, to her grandson who has the name name but reversed. (For example John Alan instead of Alan John)
The best thing was:
Inside the Bible was a copy of my mother's birth certificate and a certification of my father's birth. I remember that when they applied for Social Security about 50 years ago that they had to write to the places where they were born for birthcertificates. My mother's is exceptionally interesting. It stated not only her name and her parents names, but whether they were legal or illegal residents of the the US - can you imagine the outcry today if this was on the birth certificate? Also, were they white or Indian.
The next interesting item was a letter written by my father to my mother on the occasion of the birth of my oldest brother. He was born at a time when Mom(s) went to a midwife, stayed there for two weeks before coming home. My father didn't sign his name, but rather signed - "From your affectionate long-haired, blackbearded husband". So cute and doesn't sound like the father I remember!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)