I have been enjoying a bit of quiet before the storm today. The grey squirrel perched on the window sill of my office comes by most days when I am here. Today, it came and rested. Perhaps soaking up some warmth from the bricks. It appeared to be grooming time as well. It stayed for quite some time, and I enjoyed watching this squirrel breathe, rest and groom.
Maybe God sent this little creature today to offer some quiet before the storm of Thanksgiving into Advent into Christmas into New Year. I have been stressing about how I will ever manage to get everything done.
LH & I will be heading to WI for Thanksgiving and a gathering of my family - 8 adults, 2 kids, 2 babies, plus 3 dogs.We haven't all been together since my niece's wedding 3 1/2 years ago. I feel
awful to think that my great-nephew is 2 years old and we haven't ever met him. So this will be very special for us. However - I will have to make the pumpkin mousse dessert, and cheese ball, wrap small gifties for the kids, and bring along 2 bottles of wine and table favors, plus pack warm clothing.
We return on Saturday, have Sunday off after the long drive home. Which is good, because I will have to bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies (actually using red & green m&m's instead of chips)
to put in church freezer on Mon. for use on the first Friday of Dec. which is our community's Candlelight Walk.
On Dec. 3rd, I have to buy 3-4 loaves of bread for the M Church's one Wed. Advent Service with soup supper. Wear an ugly Christmas Sweater (which I had to order, since I don't do ugly well) for the staff Christmas picture. It is Bible Study night for me.
On Dec. 4th, I will be making Spinach Bites to take to M Church for the UMW Christmas Lunch.
On Dec. 5th, I will attend said lunch and read some poems by Ann Weems. This is also LH & mine
32nd anniversary.
On Dec. 6th, LH & I are making a road trip south about 3 hours to hopefully meet our new greyhound and the very last greyhound to be adopted out by the greyhound adoption group we've
worked with for 30 years.
On Dec. 13th is the M Church staff Christmas party. Will need to make a dish to share, and wrap an ornament for the ornament exchange.
Dec. 14th is the community theatre children's Christmas play at L church, an hour after worship
service.
Dec. 15th is the Community Christmas Cantata hosted by L church doing Bach's
Magnificat with lots of musicians and singers.
Dec. 24th is Christmas Eve with 2 evening worship services.
Dec. 28/29 worship services
Jan. 3rd - our belated Thanksgiving dinner(complete Turkey dinner)/Christmas get-together with
my sisters-in-law!
In between, I have a Christmas Eve sermon to write, the Christmas cards & annual letters must get out, especially to Europe. I have three boxes of Christmas gifts to wrap and get sent before Dec. 18th.
I will need to prepare Star Words for Jan. 5th.
This is why we don't put up a Christmas tree anymore!!! One less extremely time-consuming thing to do.
My hope for Christmas is to survive into the new year!!!!
Watching that grey squirrel gave me some peace, because Lord knows, I'm gonna need it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
Thursday, October 31, 2019
RAINBOW BRIDGE
We've had to walk another beloved dog across Rainbow Bridge. Renoir our grey had renal failure and a growth on his hind leg that kept getting bigger. The vet said in another 1-2 weeks that could've begun to split. He only ate barely one can of prescription only kidney disease dog food. Even with the appetite stimulant, which I was reluctant to give him. He had lost much weight and was down to 56 pounds. He was not real happy.
And, oh, how the house is quiet. No click, click on the tile floor, no barking when the garage door goes up, no cold wet nose nudging me for a tidbit or attention. No warm breath on me. No one following me into the bathroom. No more rump rubs, or huggies and rubbies. The dog bed is empty where once Renoir was velcroed to it - his favorite spot in the world. It was his safe space, comfort space and mostly that is where you found him. No more 10 pm where's my late treat. No saying goodnight or good morning. No more prepping meals for him or slipping in some table scraps. It's not much coming home without an inquisitive nose waiting for you.
And, oh, how my heart aches.
I haven't been dogless in 31 years or without a greyhound in 30 years.
Renoir was just shy of 13 years old -pretty good for grey. He chose his own name, and lived on his terms, quiet and retiring. But a good grey, polite most of the time and very quiet.
For now, I grieve, wrapped in sadness and loneliness. LH has been quiet too. At least he was with me when we took him to the vet.
LH asked me a week ago what I want for Christmas. I told him last night - a new greyhound. and a chance to give another retired racer a forever home. I could be given no greater gift.
RIP Renoir. I love you. I miss you. You are forever in my heart.
And, oh, how the house is quiet. No click, click on the tile floor, no barking when the garage door goes up, no cold wet nose nudging me for a tidbit or attention. No warm breath on me. No one following me into the bathroom. No more rump rubs, or huggies and rubbies. The dog bed is empty where once Renoir was velcroed to it - his favorite spot in the world. It was his safe space, comfort space and mostly that is where you found him. No more 10 pm where's my late treat. No saying goodnight or good morning. No more prepping meals for him or slipping in some table scraps. It's not much coming home without an inquisitive nose waiting for you.
And, oh, how my heart aches.
I haven't been dogless in 31 years or without a greyhound in 30 years.
Renoir was just shy of 13 years old -pretty good for grey. He chose his own name, and lived on his terms, quiet and retiring. But a good grey, polite most of the time and very quiet.
For now, I grieve, wrapped in sadness and loneliness. LH has been quiet too. At least he was with me when we took him to the vet.
LH asked me a week ago what I want for Christmas. I told him last night - a new greyhound. and a chance to give another retired racer a forever home. I could be given no greater gift.
RIP Renoir. I love you. I miss you. You are forever in my heart.
Saturday, October 05, 2019
THE LESSON OF GARLIC
There are months when I struggle with the newsletter article for the church. Sometimes they just come together easily and others, well, it's like wringing a nearly dry towel to get a few drips.
Thinking about stewardship and not having been able to put my garden to rest since we had such a warm September reminded me of the Lesson of Garlic.
In my herb garden, I plant garlic. This is done in the fall when I clean up the garden and put down a layer of Sweet Peat. Then it's time to give back and plant my cloves of garlic. (Be sure to use native garlic that is for your hardiness zone).
The first year of my garlic harvest, I had a couple of big knobs of garlic and smaller ones. I was thrilled and when it was fall, I took a couple of the smaller knobs and planted the cloves. We used the big ones to cook with and enjoy.
When summer harvest came, I only had a big knob of garlic and lots of small ones. What a disappointment! I learned that I had to plant the biggest and best knobs of garlic to get a good harvest.
Reluctantly, selfishly, and resentfully, I gave back and planted that one big knob of garlic for the next year. The little ones proved to be enough for us all winter long to cook with and enjoy.
That next summer, I had many large knobs of garlic and they were wonderful. It had returned to me tenfold!
I learned that in order to enjoy a good garlic harvest, I had to give back the biggest and best garlic knobs. I had to give the first and best fruits back to God and to the earth.
What would that mean for us to give right off the top from all the blessings of time, talent, money we have been given or earned back to God? How often do we give merely what is left-over from all
our financial and time obligations? A kind of, "Here you go, God, here's a little something for
use in your kingdom." It is often an afterthought. Clearly, not our first and best. And certainly, not the first 3 or 5 percent, let alone 10 percent!
After the initial struggle of selfishness, reluctance and resentment, of offering back my best and biggest knobs of garlic, I found that I was blessed with so much goodness. Now, it is easy to
offer back, to give the first and best and to be rewarded with a bountiful and beautiful harvest of garlic.
God will use any means to reach us and teach us! Even humble garlic!
It was a lesson I needed to learn and it has never disappointed me. Giving to God from the first, and offering back to God my best, has blessed me greatly to overflowing. I am grateful, joyful and filled with all goodness. May you be as well, when you offer back to God first, and the best of which you have earned, and been blessed with. You will not be disappointed and it will return to you tenfold and more!
"You shall not delay to make offerings from the fullness of your harvest and from the outflow of your presses." (Ex. 22:29)
Thinking about stewardship and not having been able to put my garden to rest since we had such a warm September reminded me of the Lesson of Garlic.
In my herb garden, I plant garlic. This is done in the fall when I clean up the garden and put down a layer of Sweet Peat. Then it's time to give back and plant my cloves of garlic. (Be sure to use native garlic that is for your hardiness zone).
The first year of my garlic harvest, I had a couple of big knobs of garlic and smaller ones. I was thrilled and when it was fall, I took a couple of the smaller knobs and planted the cloves. We used the big ones to cook with and enjoy.
When summer harvest came, I only had a big knob of garlic and lots of small ones. What a disappointment! I learned that I had to plant the biggest and best knobs of garlic to get a good harvest.
Reluctantly, selfishly, and resentfully, I gave back and planted that one big knob of garlic for the next year. The little ones proved to be enough for us all winter long to cook with and enjoy.
That next summer, I had many large knobs of garlic and they were wonderful. It had returned to me tenfold!
I learned that in order to enjoy a good garlic harvest, I had to give back the biggest and best garlic knobs. I had to give the first and best fruits back to God and to the earth.
What would that mean for us to give right off the top from all the blessings of time, talent, money we have been given or earned back to God? How often do we give merely what is left-over from all
our financial and time obligations? A kind of, "Here you go, God, here's a little something for
use in your kingdom." It is often an afterthought. Clearly, not our first and best. And certainly, not the first 3 or 5 percent, let alone 10 percent!
After the initial struggle of selfishness, reluctance and resentment, of offering back my best and biggest knobs of garlic, I found that I was blessed with so much goodness. Now, it is easy to
offer back, to give the first and best and to be rewarded with a bountiful and beautiful harvest of garlic.
God will use any means to reach us and teach us! Even humble garlic!
It was a lesson I needed to learn and it has never disappointed me. Giving to God from the first, and offering back to God my best, has blessed me greatly to overflowing. I am grateful, joyful and filled with all goodness. May you be as well, when you offer back to God first, and the best of which you have earned, and been blessed with. You will not be disappointed and it will return to you tenfold and more!
"You shall not delay to make offerings from the fullness of your harvest and from the outflow of your presses." (Ex. 22:29)
Thursday, August 29, 2019
I JUST DON'T GET IT
why young professional women wear black bras under cream or white blouses that can be even a bit sheer.
The young M pastor wore exactly that at Staff meeting on Tuesday. She is professional and a joy, but honestly, not only did seeing her dark bra not look nice, it distracted or even made obvious what
most of us clergywoman try to make less obvious, so the focus is on what we bring to the table and not necessarily our sexuality.
Perhaps, I'm an old fuddy-duddy, but as a professional, I seek to turn attention to other things, and look polished. That includes wearing black bras under black clergy shirts and dark colored clothing, and nude, beige bras under light colored clothing so it doesn't stick out or detract from what I am doing and am about. I simply don't believe that I am the only one out there that believes and practices this.
It looks a little slutty, in my book. As a professional, you want less attention there and more on what your are sharing and contributing.
I am also taken aback at some what some news anchors, weather gals, and reporters wear. Some of the dresses are fine for cocktails after work, but not for broadcasting the news. Keyhole openings on women's bodices, or that strip of cloth around the neck and than open over the chest - really? How slutty is that?
Wear that on your own time and look polished and professional.
Sometimes I think the news women need to have a clothing coach. Not that they should dress frumpy or only dark colors, but you can cover up, make sure the dress is just above the knee and not halfway up your thigh, or look like a dominmatrix with cut outs all over your bodice! Honestly.
So, I hope we clergy women can set an example of professional in our dress. And ladies, please,
no dark bras under light blouses or shirts that can be noticed by all the world. We all know that we are women, strong, knowledgeable, professional, we don't have to display or draw unnecessary attention to what we are physically, hook that attention on what you bring and offer to the table.
The young M pastor wore exactly that at Staff meeting on Tuesday. She is professional and a joy, but honestly, not only did seeing her dark bra not look nice, it distracted or even made obvious what
most of us clergywoman try to make less obvious, so the focus is on what we bring to the table and not necessarily our sexuality.
Perhaps, I'm an old fuddy-duddy, but as a professional, I seek to turn attention to other things, and look polished. That includes wearing black bras under black clergy shirts and dark colored clothing, and nude, beige bras under light colored clothing so it doesn't stick out or detract from what I am doing and am about. I simply don't believe that I am the only one out there that believes and practices this.
It looks a little slutty, in my book. As a professional, you want less attention there and more on what your are sharing and contributing.
I am also taken aback at some what some news anchors, weather gals, and reporters wear. Some of the dresses are fine for cocktails after work, but not for broadcasting the news. Keyhole openings on women's bodices, or that strip of cloth around the neck and than open over the chest - really? How slutty is that?
Wear that on your own time and look polished and professional.
Sometimes I think the news women need to have a clothing coach. Not that they should dress frumpy or only dark colors, but you can cover up, make sure the dress is just above the knee and not halfway up your thigh, or look like a dominmatrix with cut outs all over your bodice! Honestly.
So, I hope we clergy women can set an example of professional in our dress. And ladies, please,
no dark bras under light blouses or shirts that can be noticed by all the world. We all know that we are women, strong, knowledgeable, professional, we don't have to display or draw unnecessary attention to what we are physically, hook that attention on what you bring and offer to the table.
Friday, August 23, 2019
YOU JUST NEVER KNOW...
who you'll run into on your day off!
So, I got up this morning to a beautiful sunny day with temps about 67 degrees. It's up to about 73 now. I put on my flamingo really deep pink crop pants from Talbots outlet store that fit like a dream with side elastic insets, and a tri pink, orange chevron print crinkle cotton shirt and my Skechers stretchy bands with hot pink, lime green, blue, black and yellow space dyed sandals. Cool enough today to wear the crop pants.
Then I headed out to run my errands - bank, Dollar Store and W-Mart. It goes without saying that I was one of the best dressed people in W-Mart!
If there was one thing I learned by watching What Not to Wear, it was not to go out wearing your sweatsuit! Many things I already knew, but often on my day off, I would venture out a bit more in leisurely wear. I still dress casual - jeans and a shirt, etc. But, ditched the fleece or knit pants ages ago.
Since serving the church here in the town where I live, it's even more important to dress nice casual because you never know who you'll run into at a store. This morning, I ran into a parishioner and flest good about being color coordinated (which I am anyway) and nicely dressed. I've run into parishioners before, sometimes over the lunch hour or right after work when dressed for work. But when it's your day off and you just want to be comfortable, it pays to dress nicely anyway.
I save my favorite Duluth stretch grey crops for being around the house and working in the garden. I wear my stretchy pants and sloppy shirts at home in the evenings when I just relax and lounge around, or quick run to the recycling bins where I'm not apt to meet anyone.
I also brought my own bags into W-Mart which hopefully folks notice and remind them to use reusable bags instead of the plastic single-use bags.
No, I'm not tooting my own horn, but just observing that one can be an example to others and still be professional in a casual way, without wearing flannel or stretchy skin-tight leggings to the store
and embarrass our profession as clergy women. Maybe, black leggings if you are skinny enough!
So, I felt good today wearing a favorite outfit and knowing that being seen by others would
not be an embarrassment! Because you just never know who you'll run into.
So, I got up this morning to a beautiful sunny day with temps about 67 degrees. It's up to about 73 now. I put on my flamingo really deep pink crop pants from Talbots outlet store that fit like a dream with side elastic insets, and a tri pink, orange chevron print crinkle cotton shirt and my Skechers stretchy bands with hot pink, lime green, blue, black and yellow space dyed sandals. Cool enough today to wear the crop pants.
Then I headed out to run my errands - bank, Dollar Store and W-Mart. It goes without saying that I was one of the best dressed people in W-Mart!
If there was one thing I learned by watching What Not to Wear, it was not to go out wearing your sweatsuit! Many things I already knew, but often on my day off, I would venture out a bit more in leisurely wear. I still dress casual - jeans and a shirt, etc. But, ditched the fleece or knit pants ages ago.
Since serving the church here in the town where I live, it's even more important to dress nice casual because you never know who you'll run into at a store. This morning, I ran into a parishioner and flest good about being color coordinated (which I am anyway) and nicely dressed. I've run into parishioners before, sometimes over the lunch hour or right after work when dressed for work. But when it's your day off and you just want to be comfortable, it pays to dress nicely anyway.
I save my favorite Duluth stretch grey crops for being around the house and working in the garden. I wear my stretchy pants and sloppy shirts at home in the evenings when I just relax and lounge around, or quick run to the recycling bins where I'm not apt to meet anyone.
I also brought my own bags into W-Mart which hopefully folks notice and remind them to use reusable bags instead of the plastic single-use bags.
No, I'm not tooting my own horn, but just observing that one can be an example to others and still be professional in a casual way, without wearing flannel or stretchy skin-tight leggings to the store
and embarrass our profession as clergy women. Maybe, black leggings if you are skinny enough!
So, I felt good today wearing a favorite outfit and knowing that being seen by others would
not be an embarrassment! Because you just never know who you'll run into.
Monday, August 19, 2019
BUSY SERVING...I GUESS
I look over the REVGALS blogging community and see so many inactive blogs. I guess we are so busy serving, raising families, etc. it is hard to find the time to really write. I also fall into that.
LH has been in the ER twice now with Afib. We are working with the cardiologist and praying his heart will stay in rhythm. Lost a whole night's sleep over a weekend, not fun to be dragging and having both Sat. evening worship and Sun. morning worship. He can't help it really. It just happens out of the blue for no real reason. It comes and goes. The docs have changed medicines.
The L church is looking to celebrate their 100th anniversary of the church building this Sept. Still thinking about a sermon and newsletter article. I don't want them to be the same!
The M church has their new pastor. She is young, a mom with two young children and dealing with
discerning where that church is and wants to go and whether they should leave the UMC or not over the UMC decision not to allow LGTB clergy or same sex marriages, etc. It is not for the faint of heart to be a UMC clergy at the moment. The progressives are contemplating leaving the denomination while the conservatives will stay put.
In the other denominations, it was the other way around. The progressives stayed and the conservatives left.
It's messy any way. I pray for the day we can learn to live together and honor one another no matter which way we are bent. That it can be a both/and and not merely an either/or.
Life is too short and time too precious to waste energy, time and money on fighting one another. Let's just get on with our call from Christ - to love and serve one another.
Must stop now. Call received from cardiologist and LH admitted to CCU once again. Prayers are welcome and appreciated.
LH has been in the ER twice now with Afib. We are working with the cardiologist and praying his heart will stay in rhythm. Lost a whole night's sleep over a weekend, not fun to be dragging and having both Sat. evening worship and Sun. morning worship. He can't help it really. It just happens out of the blue for no real reason. It comes and goes. The docs have changed medicines.
The L church is looking to celebrate their 100th anniversary of the church building this Sept. Still thinking about a sermon and newsletter article. I don't want them to be the same!
The M church has their new pastor. She is young, a mom with two young children and dealing with
discerning where that church is and wants to go and whether they should leave the UMC or not over the UMC decision not to allow LGTB clergy or same sex marriages, etc. It is not for the faint of heart to be a UMC clergy at the moment. The progressives are contemplating leaving the denomination while the conservatives will stay put.
In the other denominations, it was the other way around. The progressives stayed and the conservatives left.
It's messy any way. I pray for the day we can learn to live together and honor one another no matter which way we are bent. That it can be a both/and and not merely an either/or.
Life is too short and time too precious to waste energy, time and money on fighting one another. Let's just get on with our call from Christ - to love and serve one another.
Must stop now. Call received from cardiologist and LH admitted to CCU once again. Prayers are welcome and appreciated.
Wednesday, July 10, 2019
VBS WEEK
YAY! It's VBS week and at L church we are running about 24 kids. M church has 117 kids and I help prepare snacks for them all, run the dishwasher to clean the cups. So I am doubly blessed with VBS this week. Two mornings a week and 5 evenings. I was going to take an evening off (i'm part-time you know - 2 days a week and Sat/Sun worship services, Ha!) However, since L church has one shepherd out tonight and probably one out Thurs. evening, I will step in and shepherd the two different groups. I've taken photos, floated around, put fresh bandages on a girl who really skinned her knees raw earlier at that day at home, I've supplied extra juice, items for snacks and need to pick up Gold Fish crackers today for a sugar sensitive child. Plus Taco Bell gift cards for the youth who
are helping - one a friend of a parishioner who has been very patient with restless child.
I'm also needing to put the bags of take home goodies together for Friday evening as well as teacher/helper thank you's. (Don't know if my on-line order will get here in time!Crap!)
This year at L church, we decorated better, for the In The Wild theme. We also added an offering to purchase a flock of chicks through Heifer International. I figured Heifer was non-denominational whereas ELCA Good Gifts is Lutheran. We would get a bigger bang for our buck through ELCA than with Heifer. I had someone make a big egg out of poster board, I cut in a crack and photocopied a
chick image on yellow paper and fastened a brass brad on the bottom. As we collect our offering each evening in our little chicken feed pail, the egg cracks open more and more, revealing the chick.
Well surprise! Surprise! We hit our goal of $20.00 last night (day 2!). I will just say we're making
it to our goal, and crack the egg some more - hard to break the tension after just 2 days! Perhaps,
we'll buy a flock and a half or it would be simply amazing if we bought 2 flocks!
I spent all of Monday morning helping the Bible Lesson Teacher with prek, 1 & 2 lessons, by finding a children's story Bible to use, then making the story interactive - 1) Searching for Jesus
(Jesus in temple as boy and lost to parents)
2) Jesus baptism (blue tablecloth - river, 2 kids lift up
and one crosses underneath, with another kid holding a dove on a stick over their head, that tells
them they are beloved of God - each kid gets turn)
3) Jesus calms the storm - blue tarp- kids at
either end lift up & down for stormy sea, 2-3 kids sit on tarp - disciples on boat, pillow for Jesus
to sit on, and aluminum foil pie tins and plastic spoons for kids to make storm noise
4) Jesus raises Lazarus - toilet paper & kid volunteer, other kids wrap volunteer in TP mummy
style. I think the teacher will do this with all age groups - 'cause it's fun!
5) Jesus on the Emmaus Road - we made over the nose/eye masks (the Incredibles kind) with
straws to hold them up over one's face - how do we recognize Jesus, how do we recognize
the presence of Christ in each other, the masks are plain and they can decorate their own at home
I am grateful for the Spirit that lead me and rolled with me through each story, coming up with
something interactive to do. I was so energized and full of joy afterwards. Sometimes, I just
don't have enough time to be creative, but somehow Monday morning it all happened in one full swoop! It would have been nice to have had more time, but maybe the Spirit just flowed with
the time constraint!
I heard that at least 1 or 2 children went through this curriculum before but hopefully, with the
interactive part, plus I know our crafts were different, they will enjoy it. They certainly haven't
seemed to be bored with it so that's good.
As long as they have a safe, fun, loving, caring space and time to learn of God's love for them and learn how to live that love - that's all I pray for and ask.
I am glad for a few new volunteers this year and for the family that helps every year - kitchen and snacks and crafts!
Thank you, Lord! Day 3 and counting and praying all will be well!
are helping - one a friend of a parishioner who has been very patient with restless child.
I'm also needing to put the bags of take home goodies together for Friday evening as well as teacher/helper thank you's. (Don't know if my on-line order will get here in time!Crap!)
This year at L church, we decorated better, for the In The Wild theme. We also added an offering to purchase a flock of chicks through Heifer International. I figured Heifer was non-denominational whereas ELCA Good Gifts is Lutheran. We would get a bigger bang for our buck through ELCA than with Heifer. I had someone make a big egg out of poster board, I cut in a crack and photocopied a
chick image on yellow paper and fastened a brass brad on the bottom. As we collect our offering each evening in our little chicken feed pail, the egg cracks open more and more, revealing the chick.
Well surprise! Surprise! We hit our goal of $20.00 last night (day 2!). I will just say we're making
it to our goal, and crack the egg some more - hard to break the tension after just 2 days! Perhaps,
we'll buy a flock and a half or it would be simply amazing if we bought 2 flocks!
I spent all of Monday morning helping the Bible Lesson Teacher with prek, 1 & 2 lessons, by finding a children's story Bible to use, then making the story interactive - 1) Searching for Jesus
(Jesus in temple as boy and lost to parents)
2) Jesus baptism (blue tablecloth - river, 2 kids lift up
and one crosses underneath, with another kid holding a dove on a stick over their head, that tells
them they are beloved of God - each kid gets turn)
3) Jesus calms the storm - blue tarp- kids at
either end lift up & down for stormy sea, 2-3 kids sit on tarp - disciples on boat, pillow for Jesus
to sit on, and aluminum foil pie tins and plastic spoons for kids to make storm noise
4) Jesus raises Lazarus - toilet paper & kid volunteer, other kids wrap volunteer in TP mummy
style. I think the teacher will do this with all age groups - 'cause it's fun!
5) Jesus on the Emmaus Road - we made over the nose/eye masks (the Incredibles kind) with
straws to hold them up over one's face - how do we recognize Jesus, how do we recognize
the presence of Christ in each other, the masks are plain and they can decorate their own at home
I am grateful for the Spirit that lead me and rolled with me through each story, coming up with
something interactive to do. I was so energized and full of joy afterwards. Sometimes, I just
don't have enough time to be creative, but somehow Monday morning it all happened in one full swoop! It would have been nice to have had more time, but maybe the Spirit just flowed with
the time constraint!
I heard that at least 1 or 2 children went through this curriculum before but hopefully, with the
interactive part, plus I know our crafts were different, they will enjoy it. They certainly haven't
seemed to be bored with it so that's good.
As long as they have a safe, fun, loving, caring space and time to learn of God's love for them and learn how to live that love - that's all I pray for and ask.
I am glad for a few new volunteers this year and for the family that helps every year - kitchen and snacks and crafts!
Thank you, Lord! Day 3 and counting and praying all will be well!
Thursday, June 27, 2019
EVEN NOW
Even now it seems we women clergy still hit the brick wall of churches and church members who aren't open to women pastors. I ran into this during my many years of interim ministry. I know that I have broken the way for some churches to call a female pastor - some probably more ready than others. I had hoped that we would've moved beyond this in this 21st century and with women being pastors for 60 years in the PC(USA), a few years less in the ELCA, and I'm not sure how long in the Methodist Church.
I only bring this up since at the M church I serve as visitation pastor, has had their pastor reassigned as Methodists are wont to do and he has left. He was my age and will likely be serving his last pastorate. As always, whenever there is a pastoral transition, some will leave the church and new folks or those who weren't happy with the present pastor will come back with a new pastor. I've experienced that many times as an interim.
The new pastor coming in is fairly young, in her 30's, with 2 young children. She was most recently at a larger church as assistant pastor, after apparently serving a couple smaller, rural congregations.
The District Bishop must be grooming her for larger and multi-staff positions and so she will serve as Head of Staff here. All of which means, there will be a learning curve for her.
As with any pastoral transition, there is always some amount of anxiety amongst staff and members as to how things will work, function and be with this new pastor.
Since this M church is in an affluent suburb with working professional families, a highly regarded
school system and fairly progressive in theology - they are a reconciling congregation (LGBTQ welcoming church), there has been some rumbling about a female minister. Which I have found
surprising! Granted I'm not here on Sundays, since I am serving as an interim at L church, so I'm not always in the loop as perhaps I could be.
At the farewell picnic for the last pastor this past Sunday, I connected with some folks and made rounds at a few tables. There is one older couple in their early 80's, very active, he helped repair bikes for the bike ministry here, she attended the women's circle and UMW, etc. Now, they had attended a Baptist Church for quite awhile, I believe she was Methodist growing up and early adulthood. They have a granddaughter who serves as a missionary on a Native American Reservation out west, or somewhere in the world. (there is another person's granddaughter who has done missionary work o a reservation out west as well - hoping I'm not mixing them up). So, she came up to me a little teary-eyed and saying they are going back to the Baptist church, because she so loves the Word, meaning Scripture, and studying the word, and bringing her Bible to church where no one here seems to.
I said I was so sorry to see them leave, and that I know what God's Word means to her. She said she heard some folks weren't too keen on a woman pastor, and I replied, that I find it hard to judge someone I haven't meet yet and perhaps folks should give her chance because "she might blow them out of the water!" The whole thing, excuse for leaving M church seemed a bit odd, as they truly enjoyed the fellowship here.
Today, from the office administrators, I heard that they know this couple is leaving and that they have a problem with women clergy. I'm like, OK, I've been at the Circle meetings and their Bible study, sometimes leading them when the Ed Director is gone, and I helped at one World Communion Service presiding at communion. Her granddaughter is a missionary for heaven's sakes and obviously has a call to share the Word of God and probably lead worship services or at the very least, help with them.
All of which, strikes me as inconsistent. If she so loves the Word of God and studies it, what does she make of Priscilla and Aquila, Lydia, the women followers of Jesus (oh, it's ok to follow, but never to lead) Phoebe, etc. The women at the tomb who were the first evangelists telling of the good news of Christ's resurrection! What of Paul's words: "There is neither Jew or Greek, male or female, slave or free, for all are one in Christ."? Maybe she needs to study some more!
It still frosts me and blows me away that some folks are still this way.
So I pray, for the new pastor coming on aboard here at M church. Even I don't know how we will get along. But I trust in the work of God and because I keep a low profile and don't meddle or get in the way, I hope that is helpful for her. I pray God will give her wisdom and guidance in her ministry here and as she ministers in such a liminal time for the M church and their discernment whether to stay with the UMC or to break off with the other progressive UMC churches to form a new denomination. And what all that will mean for me as I serve here.
Blessed be her time here with a fresh voice and new perspective and I pray that folks here, who have experienced many different pastors, be open, get to know her, and come to love her.
I guess we, women clergy, will still come up against this for some time to come yet. More's the pity. I had thought we had moved beyond this by now. God help us all.
I only bring this up since at the M church I serve as visitation pastor, has had their pastor reassigned as Methodists are wont to do and he has left. He was my age and will likely be serving his last pastorate. As always, whenever there is a pastoral transition, some will leave the church and new folks or those who weren't happy with the present pastor will come back with a new pastor. I've experienced that many times as an interim.
The new pastor coming in is fairly young, in her 30's, with 2 young children. She was most recently at a larger church as assistant pastor, after apparently serving a couple smaller, rural congregations.
The District Bishop must be grooming her for larger and multi-staff positions and so she will serve as Head of Staff here. All of which means, there will be a learning curve for her.
As with any pastoral transition, there is always some amount of anxiety amongst staff and members as to how things will work, function and be with this new pastor.
Since this M church is in an affluent suburb with working professional families, a highly regarded
school system and fairly progressive in theology - they are a reconciling congregation (LGBTQ welcoming church), there has been some rumbling about a female minister. Which I have found
surprising! Granted I'm not here on Sundays, since I am serving as an interim at L church, so I'm not always in the loop as perhaps I could be.
At the farewell picnic for the last pastor this past Sunday, I connected with some folks and made rounds at a few tables. There is one older couple in their early 80's, very active, he helped repair bikes for the bike ministry here, she attended the women's circle and UMW, etc. Now, they had attended a Baptist Church for quite awhile, I believe she was Methodist growing up and early adulthood. They have a granddaughter who serves as a missionary on a Native American Reservation out west, or somewhere in the world. (there is another person's granddaughter who has done missionary work o a reservation out west as well - hoping I'm not mixing them up). So, she came up to me a little teary-eyed and saying they are going back to the Baptist church, because she so loves the Word, meaning Scripture, and studying the word, and bringing her Bible to church where no one here seems to.
I said I was so sorry to see them leave, and that I know what God's Word means to her. She said she heard some folks weren't too keen on a woman pastor, and I replied, that I find it hard to judge someone I haven't meet yet and perhaps folks should give her chance because "she might blow them out of the water!" The whole thing, excuse for leaving M church seemed a bit odd, as they truly enjoyed the fellowship here.
Today, from the office administrators, I heard that they know this couple is leaving and that they have a problem with women clergy. I'm like, OK, I've been at the Circle meetings and their Bible study, sometimes leading them when the Ed Director is gone, and I helped at one World Communion Service presiding at communion. Her granddaughter is a missionary for heaven's sakes and obviously has a call to share the Word of God and probably lead worship services or at the very least, help with them.
All of which, strikes me as inconsistent. If she so loves the Word of God and studies it, what does she make of Priscilla and Aquila, Lydia, the women followers of Jesus (oh, it's ok to follow, but never to lead) Phoebe, etc. The women at the tomb who were the first evangelists telling of the good news of Christ's resurrection! What of Paul's words: "There is neither Jew or Greek, male or female, slave or free, for all are one in Christ."? Maybe she needs to study some more!
It still frosts me and blows me away that some folks are still this way.
So I pray, for the new pastor coming on aboard here at M church. Even I don't know how we will get along. But I trust in the work of God and because I keep a low profile and don't meddle or get in the way, I hope that is helpful for her. I pray God will give her wisdom and guidance in her ministry here and as she ministers in such a liminal time for the M church and their discernment whether to stay with the UMC or to break off with the other progressive UMC churches to form a new denomination. And what all that will mean for me as I serve here.
Blessed be her time here with a fresh voice and new perspective and I pray that folks here, who have experienced many different pastors, be open, get to know her, and come to love her.
I guess we, women clergy, will still come up against this for some time to come yet. More's the pity. I had thought we had moved beyond this by now. God help us all.
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
ANNUAL MARATHON WEEKEND
As I stare down at my upcoming marathon weekend, I am now a great-aunt again to two beautiful twin girls - Simone and Maya. Hoping to get to see the this summer and for sure in November over Thanksgiving.
This weekend I will do my annual marathon - no, I am not running! And certainly not with my foot that is still healing!
The marathon is the L Synod Assembly. I will be getting up at 6:15 am Fri/Sat.. Then LH & I will drive (20-30 mins) to nearest bigger city to the convention hall. There will be worship and meeting until noon when I will go back to the parking garage, drive home (have to use a different way since the usual on -ramp to the Interstate is under construction. Most of the main roads and Interstates in this city are under construction and have been for 2 two years already. But this year, they closed down the ramp)
feed the dog and let him out, wolf down my box lunch which I pick up before I leave the convention center, lock things back up and drive as fast as I get away with back to the convention center, park the car in the garage and make my way into the center for more meeting, workshop, voting and closing worship. Then drive home, pick up something not so healthy on our way home, feed the dog, let him out, eat dinner, and I know I will be icing my foot! Then early to bed. Up early Sat. morning, drive into city, worship, meeting, workshop, meeting and worship. They go til 1:30 pm with no lunch. Everyone is dying for lunch by noon and yet the schedule goes on. Then the drive home, a throw together lunch of whatever is in the fridge, write new words of invitation for Sat. worship communion, go over my sermon, fill in people's names for prayers, and remember that the silver Hershey kisses and a container come with for Father's Day give-away. Hope to sneak in a quick nap and then leave around 4 pm for church, set up communion, turn on lights, unlock doors, worship at 5 pm, clean up communion, turn off lights, lock all doors, return home. Go over to next-door neighbor who's daughter graduated HS and attend the party. Hope there's still food left at that point to for my dinner. Come back home and ice my foot. Up early Sunday morning for worship - the usual prep for worship, worship, and then turning off lights and locking the doors. I'll be ready for a major snooze when I get home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Since serving L churches as an interim - I've been doing this for 8 years now!!! I think the older I get the more tiring it is! And I don't move as fast with my foot.
I pray God's strength to endure this annual marathon and rest for my weary body and soul!
This weekend I will do my annual marathon - no, I am not running! And certainly not with my foot that is still healing!
The marathon is the L Synod Assembly. I will be getting up at 6:15 am Fri/Sat.. Then LH & I will drive (20-30 mins) to nearest bigger city to the convention hall. There will be worship and meeting until noon when I will go back to the parking garage, drive home (have to use a different way since the usual on -ramp to the Interstate is under construction. Most of the main roads and Interstates in this city are under construction and have been for 2 two years already. But this year, they closed down the ramp)
feed the dog and let him out, wolf down my box lunch which I pick up before I leave the convention center, lock things back up and drive as fast as I get away with back to the convention center, park the car in the garage and make my way into the center for more meeting, workshop, voting and closing worship. Then drive home, pick up something not so healthy on our way home, feed the dog, let him out, eat dinner, and I know I will be icing my foot! Then early to bed. Up early Sat. morning, drive into city, worship, meeting, workshop, meeting and worship. They go til 1:30 pm with no lunch. Everyone is dying for lunch by noon and yet the schedule goes on. Then the drive home, a throw together lunch of whatever is in the fridge, write new words of invitation for Sat. worship communion, go over my sermon, fill in people's names for prayers, and remember that the silver Hershey kisses and a container come with for Father's Day give-away. Hope to sneak in a quick nap and then leave around 4 pm for church, set up communion, turn on lights, unlock doors, worship at 5 pm, clean up communion, turn off lights, lock all doors, return home. Go over to next-door neighbor who's daughter graduated HS and attend the party. Hope there's still food left at that point to for my dinner. Come back home and ice my foot. Up early Sunday morning for worship - the usual prep for worship, worship, and then turning off lights and locking the doors. I'll be ready for a major snooze when I get home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Since serving L churches as an interim - I've been doing this for 8 years now!!! I think the older I get the more tiring it is! And I don't move as fast with my foot.
I pray God's strength to endure this annual marathon and rest for my weary body and soul!
Wednesday, May 15, 2019
WHY IS IT
that everytime I turn around it's time for yet another newsletter article? I simply can't believe how quick a month goes by and that is that newsletter deadline hanging over my head! And then I agonize over what I should write or say. Sometimes, I believe I overthink it all and in the end agonize too much over it. Some months, the writing flows freely and others, it's like wringing water from a
stone! Maybe, with getting the thank you's to our teachers - one Sunday School teacher, 1 who taught Confirmation Class while I was out, and 1 who taught the Tues. evening Bible Study class while I was, and getting the Confirmation Gifts together for June 2nd, and that I became a great-aunt again, has meant much going on and little focus.
My niece gave birth(through C-section) to identical twin girls - Simone and Maya. All are well and healthy, although, Maya is still in NICU and hopefully, will be able to go home the end of the week.
They had to pass a lung test before they could go home. They arrived early and were around 5 lbs. each. I never thought my niece would ever marry and three years ago she did and I officiated. Then with residency and her age (middle thirties) we never thought she'd have kids - and the over-achiever that she is, had two in one shot!!!!
There was the baby shower in Chicago at The Drake with grandmas and old aunties, but such a lovely tea and time together with my niece, sister, and family friends. It was a whirlwind weekend, but was good for the soul.
But, now my focus must be on the newsletter.
I pray for divine inspiration and a bit more breathing room between the deadlines!
stone! Maybe, with getting the thank you's to our teachers - one Sunday School teacher, 1 who taught Confirmation Class while I was out, and 1 who taught the Tues. evening Bible Study class while I was, and getting the Confirmation Gifts together for June 2nd, and that I became a great-aunt again, has meant much going on and little focus.
My niece gave birth(through C-section) to identical twin girls - Simone and Maya. All are well and healthy, although, Maya is still in NICU and hopefully, will be able to go home the end of the week.
They had to pass a lung test before they could go home. They arrived early and were around 5 lbs. each. I never thought my niece would ever marry and three years ago she did and I officiated. Then with residency and her age (middle thirties) we never thought she'd have kids - and the over-achiever that she is, had two in one shot!!!!
There was the baby shower in Chicago at The Drake with grandmas and old aunties, but such a lovely tea and time together with my niece, sister, and family friends. It was a whirlwind weekend, but was good for the soul.
But, now my focus must be on the newsletter.
I pray for divine inspiration and a bit more breathing room between the deadlines!
Sunday, May 05, 2019
HER VOICE NOW SILENCED
I am stunned to hear of Rachel Held Evans passing just this Saturday. I have truly enjoyed her books, her voice on faith and struggling with her evangelical Christian background. I just read her book, Inspired, while I was laid up and recovering from my foot surgery.
I cannot believe her voice, her life is gone. At a mere 37 years old. It doesn't seem fair. I so rooted for her as a mainline Protestant. May light perpetual shine on her. God surround her husband and family in their utter grief and anguish and grant them peace and a measure of comfort. I can't imagine how much they must be hurting. We have lost a voice and light, but I know she has touched many lives and may her writings continue to do so.
There has been far too much death lately.
A man from the last congregation I served, just 2 years younger than I, and a dear soul of the 60's & 70's, who was a youth leader in the 80's & 90's, has died from lung cancer. Yes, he was a smoker, but such a wonderful, caring person. His mom in her 90's must be devasted. He was adopted and after a divorce and a daughter, remarried and they had decades together and a son. He will always have a warm place in my heart. Perhaps, several years ago, when he quit a lucrative job fixing gas wells and always away from home in S Ohio, W Virginia, & Pennsylvania for stretches at a time, was one of his best moves - that he had more time with his wife and family, available to help his mom. Now, he too has left this world at just 58 years of age.
This past Saturday, a worshipper (she never joined) whose husband died of lung cancer just months after I baptized him, told me she was diagnosed with colon cancer. She is fragile person, still missing her husband. They were married for only 5 years. Although they knew each other longer, perhaps, 10 years at most. He was a bachelor who found love with her and she, who had been in an unhealthy marriage/divorce, found love when she never thought she would. They were so good for each other. And now, she is facing cancer herself.
There is too much death going on around here.
But I am so deeply saddened by Rachel Held Evans death. A voice silenced much too soon. May the ripples of her faith and struggles and growth in faith reach out far and wide as they have. Rest in peace, Rachel. You will be so missed.
I cannot believe her voice, her life is gone. At a mere 37 years old. It doesn't seem fair. I so rooted for her as a mainline Protestant. May light perpetual shine on her. God surround her husband and family in their utter grief and anguish and grant them peace and a measure of comfort. I can't imagine how much they must be hurting. We have lost a voice and light, but I know she has touched many lives and may her writings continue to do so.
There has been far too much death lately.
A man from the last congregation I served, just 2 years younger than I, and a dear soul of the 60's & 70's, who was a youth leader in the 80's & 90's, has died from lung cancer. Yes, he was a smoker, but such a wonderful, caring person. His mom in her 90's must be devasted. He was adopted and after a divorce and a daughter, remarried and they had decades together and a son. He will always have a warm place in my heart. Perhaps, several years ago, when he quit a lucrative job fixing gas wells and always away from home in S Ohio, W Virginia, & Pennsylvania for stretches at a time, was one of his best moves - that he had more time with his wife and family, available to help his mom. Now, he too has left this world at just 58 years of age.
This past Saturday, a worshipper (she never joined) whose husband died of lung cancer just months after I baptized him, told me she was diagnosed with colon cancer. She is fragile person, still missing her husband. They were married for only 5 years. Although they knew each other longer, perhaps, 10 years at most. He was a bachelor who found love with her and she, who had been in an unhealthy marriage/divorce, found love when she never thought she would. They were so good for each other. And now, she is facing cancer herself.
There is too much death going on around here.
But I am so deeply saddened by Rachel Held Evans death. A voice silenced much too soon. May the ripples of her faith and struggles and growth in faith reach out far and wide as they have. Rest in peace, Rachel. You will be so missed.
Friday, May 03, 2019
HARD TO BELIEVE
that in this day and age (21st century) that some Americans are without electricity. Four of our electric employees from the town in which I live, just returned from the Navajo nation putting up power lines and connecting homes with electricity. There must be a few thousand homes still in need.
I wish our government would stop wasting money on senseless things, mindless spending on lawyers and trying to oust the current president and use that money to bring electricity to these Americans. That's the very least our government can do. There is no intelligent reason that by now, these native American people should be without electricity. Shame on the government. Shame on us.
We are so comfortable in our lives and neglect those in need, who are so deserving of simple, basic essentials of life. There should be hew and outcry about this.
We consider ourselves a developed country, the most powerful nation in the world, and yet, our native Americans are living in 3rd world conditions. This is an outrage.
IT's time we contact our representatives and senators and demand the government step and bring the 20th century to our fellow Americans. Before we spend another cent, the money should go to provide electricity on these reservations which in turn, will provide opportunities for being connected, education, and jobs. They should be given access to the internet as well.
We know that our native American sisters and brothers have been woefully mistreated and there is no reason that the basic things that the rest of have and enjoy without a second thought should be available to them.
Let's make a concerted effort to raise up this issue and hold our elected leaders accountable for the money they spend so foolishly and refocus them and redirect our tax dollars to where they do the most good for the most needed.
I, for one, am ashamed of my country and my elected leaders. God forgive us and guide us to do the right and good thing.
I wish our government would stop wasting money on senseless things, mindless spending on lawyers and trying to oust the current president and use that money to bring electricity to these Americans. That's the very least our government can do. There is no intelligent reason that by now, these native American people should be without electricity. Shame on the government. Shame on us.
We are so comfortable in our lives and neglect those in need, who are so deserving of simple, basic essentials of life. There should be hew and outcry about this.
We consider ourselves a developed country, the most powerful nation in the world, and yet, our native Americans are living in 3rd world conditions. This is an outrage.
IT's time we contact our representatives and senators and demand the government step and bring the 20th century to our fellow Americans. Before we spend another cent, the money should go to provide electricity on these reservations which in turn, will provide opportunities for being connected, education, and jobs. They should be given access to the internet as well.
We know that our native American sisters and brothers have been woefully mistreated and there is no reason that the basic things that the rest of have and enjoy without a second thought should be available to them.
Let's make a concerted effort to raise up this issue and hold our elected leaders accountable for the money they spend so foolishly and refocus them and redirect our tax dollars to where they do the most good for the most needed.
I, for one, am ashamed of my country and my elected leaders. God forgive us and guide us to do the right and good thing.
Monday, April 15, 2019
HOLY WEEK
Yet begins another Holy Week. Kind of chaotic, frenetic, and also reflective.
I'm making my list of all I need to bring in each day - stole, chalice for grape juice for Maundy Thursday, Christ candle, flashlight, nails and metal pail for Good Friday, Easter stole, seeded paper crosses to give out at services, kid's book marks to color & activity books, mini bagels and cream cheese for Easter breakfast, and then - Joy Sunday - décor, plastic eggs filled with jokes, hand clappers for kids, stickers, biblical costumes for the skit, and my rejoice stole.
It gets so hectic and I am apt to forget something if I don't write it down.
Did I also mention that Administrative Assistant's Day is the Wed following Easter as well? That's 2 main church secretaries to make gift bags for and 2 other church secretaries to do something smaller.
It will also entail making rolo/pretzel turtle snacks and bagging them up for the secretaries on Easter Monday evening.
Plus a baptism on April 27th at the Sat evening worship.
But first things, first. Holy Week. Journey with Jesus to the cross one day at a time. One step at a time. Remembering all my Lord went through and did for me and for the life of the world. The utter grace and pure love, the redeeming of suffering, and hope that lives and breathes no matter what.
These are things to think on and ponder. To restore my soul in the business of this extraordinary week and church council meeting this evening.
May all I do and say this week reflect the love and grace of Christ and be an act of servant leadership, never forgetting what our Lord sacrificed and being willing to take up the basin and the towel myself.
Now if I could do all this while walking like a normal person. Sigh. I know I will be icing and elevating my foot every night when I get home this week. I pray I will survive Easter morning - up at 5:20 am, leave for church 7 am, worship at 8 am, breakfast (light), Easter Egg Hunt at 9:45 am,
worship at 10:30 am and home after locking up and turning off lights. That's a lot of walking around,
and being on my feet. I will need to sit as much as I can in between.
Prayers are with all who are serving and leading services this week. God be with you. God grant you strength, endurance, and uphold you in grace and love. Amen.
I'm making my list of all I need to bring in each day - stole, chalice for grape juice for Maundy Thursday, Christ candle, flashlight, nails and metal pail for Good Friday, Easter stole, seeded paper crosses to give out at services, kid's book marks to color & activity books, mini bagels and cream cheese for Easter breakfast, and then - Joy Sunday - décor, plastic eggs filled with jokes, hand clappers for kids, stickers, biblical costumes for the skit, and my rejoice stole.
It gets so hectic and I am apt to forget something if I don't write it down.
Did I also mention that Administrative Assistant's Day is the Wed following Easter as well? That's 2 main church secretaries to make gift bags for and 2 other church secretaries to do something smaller.
It will also entail making rolo/pretzel turtle snacks and bagging them up for the secretaries on Easter Monday evening.
Plus a baptism on April 27th at the Sat evening worship.
But first things, first. Holy Week. Journey with Jesus to the cross one day at a time. One step at a time. Remembering all my Lord went through and did for me and for the life of the world. The utter grace and pure love, the redeeming of suffering, and hope that lives and breathes no matter what.
These are things to think on and ponder. To restore my soul in the business of this extraordinary week and church council meeting this evening.
May all I do and say this week reflect the love and grace of Christ and be an act of servant leadership, never forgetting what our Lord sacrificed and being willing to take up the basin and the towel myself.
Now if I could do all this while walking like a normal person. Sigh. I know I will be icing and elevating my foot every night when I get home this week. I pray I will survive Easter morning - up at 5:20 am, leave for church 7 am, worship at 8 am, breakfast (light), Easter Egg Hunt at 9:45 am,
worship at 10:30 am and home after locking up and turning off lights. That's a lot of walking around,
and being on my feet. I will need to sit as much as I can in between.
Prayers are with all who are serving and leading services this week. God be with you. God grant you strength, endurance, and uphold you in grace and love. Amen.
Monday, March 25, 2019
That Whole Mueller Thing
My response to this whole Mueller Report and Investigation is what a waste!
What a waste of time, that can never recovered. What a waste of taxpayer money!
Now, I am not a Trump fan in the least. I like that he isn't a career politician, but that's about all.
I am upset that my country has been trying to get Trump out of office since his election. He won the election, get over it, move on and do some good for the people of America and our country.
To spend this amount of time and enormous amount of money to try to take down a duly elected President over nothing is completely shameful.
That is not how I want my tax dollars spent. I pay my fair share in taxes and I want to see it being used for the good of the people and the country - helping the poor, those with disabilities, for the military (I know, but it's a have to), education (but not providing free college tuition - that's a whole other issue), infrastructure, providing opportunity for people to work. That's how I want my tax dollars spent. Not lining the pockets of lawyers and those bent on getting the President out of office. I don't care if the President is Republican or Democrat - if they won the election - then get to work on making our country better. If all the Democrats (in this instance) who called for this investigation and supported it were billed instead of us, this never would have gone so far.
So, I am advocating that the nation's taxpayers boycott paying their taxes until those who called for this investigation pay the bill that the rest of us don't want to pay for because we most likely wouldn't have called for this investigation in the first place - made up by disgruntled elected lawmakers and supported by the media.
I believe that if all the taxpayers boycotted paying their taxes, Washington would finally take notice, because there would be no money to pay their salaries or pensions - hit them where it hurts and they will wake up and smell the coffee. You can't just go around blowing hard working American's money and thinking that is ethical, good and right. It is not their money, folks, it's ours and we give it trusting that our elected government officials will use to fund Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid, SNAP, and a whole host of programs for the good of our country and its people. It seems to me, that when you are entrusted with someone's else's money you will practice greater stewardship than with your own. Our elected leaders have lost sight and seek only to line their own pockets and think they can spend our money any way they want.
I also believe that if we engage in civil disobedience together and boycott paying our taxes together, there aren't enough jail cells to hold us all, the DOJ couldn't handle all the cases, and the paperwork alone would drown the IRS. Perhaps, that is a bit revolutionary, but I'm thinking it could work. We all boycott paying taxes and let Washington see how much it can do without us. Maybe, it will teach them how to spend more wisely.
I can only hope! Probably not feasible, but the idea is a bit prophetic. One can pray that a difference could be made to stop such utter disregard for our money; yours and mine. We wouldn't just blow it. Why should they?
Think of all that could have been done with those taxpayer dollars that were blown! It just anguishes my heart and spirit to see how we so foolishly blow millions of dollars down the drain and for no good reason. It is pathetic and sad.
So, maybe some of those activists out there can get started on it and we can make a change for good.
Since I already paid my taxes this year and it takes time to organize this - I'm shooting for next year!!!!!
What a waste of time, that can never recovered. What a waste of taxpayer money!
Now, I am not a Trump fan in the least. I like that he isn't a career politician, but that's about all.
I am upset that my country has been trying to get Trump out of office since his election. He won the election, get over it, move on and do some good for the people of America and our country.
To spend this amount of time and enormous amount of money to try to take down a duly elected President over nothing is completely shameful.
That is not how I want my tax dollars spent. I pay my fair share in taxes and I want to see it being used for the good of the people and the country - helping the poor, those with disabilities, for the military (I know, but it's a have to), education (but not providing free college tuition - that's a whole other issue), infrastructure, providing opportunity for people to work. That's how I want my tax dollars spent. Not lining the pockets of lawyers and those bent on getting the President out of office. I don't care if the President is Republican or Democrat - if they won the election - then get to work on making our country better. If all the Democrats (in this instance) who called for this investigation and supported it were billed instead of us, this never would have gone so far.
So, I am advocating that the nation's taxpayers boycott paying their taxes until those who called for this investigation pay the bill that the rest of us don't want to pay for because we most likely wouldn't have called for this investigation in the first place - made up by disgruntled elected lawmakers and supported by the media.
I believe that if all the taxpayers boycotted paying their taxes, Washington would finally take notice, because there would be no money to pay their salaries or pensions - hit them where it hurts and they will wake up and smell the coffee. You can't just go around blowing hard working American's money and thinking that is ethical, good and right. It is not their money, folks, it's ours and we give it trusting that our elected government officials will use to fund Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid, SNAP, and a whole host of programs for the good of our country and its people. It seems to me, that when you are entrusted with someone's else's money you will practice greater stewardship than with your own. Our elected leaders have lost sight and seek only to line their own pockets and think they can spend our money any way they want.
I also believe that if we engage in civil disobedience together and boycott paying our taxes together, there aren't enough jail cells to hold us all, the DOJ couldn't handle all the cases, and the paperwork alone would drown the IRS. Perhaps, that is a bit revolutionary, but I'm thinking it could work. We all boycott paying taxes and let Washington see how much it can do without us. Maybe, it will teach them how to spend more wisely.
I can only hope! Probably not feasible, but the idea is a bit prophetic. One can pray that a difference could be made to stop such utter disregard for our money; yours and mine. We wouldn't just blow it. Why should they?
Think of all that could have been done with those taxpayer dollars that were blown! It just anguishes my heart and spirit to see how we so foolishly blow millions of dollars down the drain and for no good reason. It is pathetic and sad.
So, maybe some of those activists out there can get started on it and we can make a change for good.
Since I already paid my taxes this year and it takes time to organize this - I'm shooting for next year!!!!!
Thursday, March 21, 2019
NEW SLOGAN
I'm thinking up a new slogan for L church which is a downtown church in our small town.
I read a blurb in our weekly local paper, just one paragraph, about something an upstart, non-denominational church which meets in the high school on Sunday mornings is planning.
The church has been around about a year or two at most. I don't know who they are affiliated with.
The get an awful lot of press when it comes to our community First Friday events, which L church
participates in most months. Infact, I headed the Pirate Palooza last August and decorated the walk the plank area with seaweed from green trash bags woven into fish net, boxes labeled "RUM" and
small box labeled "POLLY"S CRACKERS", plus gave out pirate certificates for walking the plank, along with candy, gold plastic coin, Pirate's Lemon Rum (lemonade) and Fish & Chips (cups with goldfish and potato chips). Even another non-denominational church did a walk the plank, but ours was off the ground and better looking. Did we get our picture in the paper? No. But this upstart church did and gets on the front page nearly every month - just because they occupy the Gazebo in the middle of downtown. We're just a block north of the Gazebo and have yet to get our picture in the paper.
It appears that this church is going to hold an egg drop - renting a helicopter to drop gazillions of plastic Easter eggs on the football field on April 6th. There will be some entertainment plus there will be prizes given away - local restaurant gift cards, big screen TV, Xbox, and a Nintendo Switch, amongst the big ticket items.
Now I ask, what does this have to do with Easter? (Aside from the eggs?)
This is what a church does to draw members?
Feeding into the consumeristic and what's-in-it-for-me mentality? That church is about entertainment and what we get out of it, rather than the offering of ourselves to God?
What a poor example of stewardship and call to faith.
Perhaps, since I entered a new decade, I'm now of fuddy-duddy age, but really? I simply cannot believe this.
So I am contemplating putting a new slogan out front of the church - "We Invite and Don't Bribe"
Maybe we're not flashy, maybe we're mainline, but maybe we are grounded in stewardship, doctrine, grace, and what it means to live our faith in Christ Jesus in community and out in the world.
I think about the money being spent on this venture and know that 3 local agencies could well use that money - a shop that gives out diapers, and items that kids need, a group that helps folks pay their rent, electric, gas or water bills, and the Salvation Army that gives out food, school supplies, & runs an after-school program. Every mainline church in town supports these 3 agencies and they help many people in our community.
I'm not saying church can't be fun and do fun things - but when it is excessive and feeds into the entertainment, narcissistic, consumerism of society, then I have problems with that.
Or am I just an old fuddy-duddy?
In the meanwhile, I still like the "We Invite and Don't Bribe."
Any thoughts?
I read a blurb in our weekly local paper, just one paragraph, about something an upstart, non-denominational church which meets in the high school on Sunday mornings is planning.
The church has been around about a year or two at most. I don't know who they are affiliated with.
The get an awful lot of press when it comes to our community First Friday events, which L church
participates in most months. Infact, I headed the Pirate Palooza last August and decorated the walk the plank area with seaweed from green trash bags woven into fish net, boxes labeled "RUM" and
small box labeled "POLLY"S CRACKERS", plus gave out pirate certificates for walking the plank, along with candy, gold plastic coin, Pirate's Lemon Rum (lemonade) and Fish & Chips (cups with goldfish and potato chips). Even another non-denominational church did a walk the plank, but ours was off the ground and better looking. Did we get our picture in the paper? No. But this upstart church did and gets on the front page nearly every month - just because they occupy the Gazebo in the middle of downtown. We're just a block north of the Gazebo and have yet to get our picture in the paper.
It appears that this church is going to hold an egg drop - renting a helicopter to drop gazillions of plastic Easter eggs on the football field on April 6th. There will be some entertainment plus there will be prizes given away - local restaurant gift cards, big screen TV, Xbox, and a Nintendo Switch, amongst the big ticket items.
Now I ask, what does this have to do with Easter? (Aside from the eggs?)
This is what a church does to draw members?
Feeding into the consumeristic and what's-in-it-for-me mentality? That church is about entertainment and what we get out of it, rather than the offering of ourselves to God?
What a poor example of stewardship and call to faith.
Perhaps, since I entered a new decade, I'm now of fuddy-duddy age, but really? I simply cannot believe this.
So I am contemplating putting a new slogan out front of the church - "We Invite and Don't Bribe"
Maybe we're not flashy, maybe we're mainline, but maybe we are grounded in stewardship, doctrine, grace, and what it means to live our faith in Christ Jesus in community and out in the world.
I think about the money being spent on this venture and know that 3 local agencies could well use that money - a shop that gives out diapers, and items that kids need, a group that helps folks pay their rent, electric, gas or water bills, and the Salvation Army that gives out food, school supplies, & runs an after-school program. Every mainline church in town supports these 3 agencies and they help many people in our community.
I'm not saying church can't be fun and do fun things - but when it is excessive and feeds into the entertainment, narcissistic, consumerism of society, then I have problems with that.
Or am I just an old fuddy-duddy?
In the meanwhile, I still like the "We Invite and Don't Bribe."
Any thoughts?
Friday, March 15, 2019
Appalling
Simply appalling how people, celebrity or not, think they are the exception to the rule and live so unethically, to find ways to circumvent the system and get their darling child into college.
Perhaps, their "darling" child has no interest in college - just going for the parties. Send them to community college or don't send them at all until they decide that is what they truly desire - an education to make a contribution to the world.
And who is to blame? The parents. Parents who are helicopter parents. Step in and take over for their child. Who don't encourage their child to get a part-time job in high school to learn how to work, to be responsible, to answer to a boss, to get along with co-workers, to earn your way. These are privileged children who haven't had to lift a finger, had things done for them, and lead very shallow lives. Their parents have done their "darling" children a great disservice.
It is amazing, that as a child of immigrant parents, I went to college and graduate school. I had chores as a child, my parents were not able to help me with "new math" foreign to their learning, nor did I have help in English and writing papers. Indeed, I had to correct and write my father's business letters. Instead of my asking for help with my papers and essays, my Dad came to me to make sure
the grammar and word usage was correct! It was expected that we make the honor roll, to try harder, to practice until we get it, to set goals, to go to college. And I did it on my own. My parents never typed a paper for me, never filed out an application, work or school, for me. I had a newspaper route. I had piano lessons, I played flute in band, I was a thespian, on speech team, in the German Club, and synchronized swim club. In my junior year of High School, I got a part-time job and surrendered some of my activities for work. I worked in college, sometimes for a mere pittance. But that money paid for over three years of college(yes, my parents helped much to pay for tuition & room & board), and some incidentals. I lived on campus, I ate on campus. Once every month or two, I would get a pizza, or a Hardy's Hot Ham & Cheese sandwich. That was a luxury. I never went on Spring Break - if I wanted to go on a trip - I was expected to pay for it, not my parents. Yes, it was living austerely, but I didn't want for anything.
I took my own SAT and ACT tests, once. I didn't ace them with over the top scores. Mine were average. I applied to a private college, which provided me with a double-major and was a listed best buy school with a very good and solid reputation. I did go to community college for two years and took all the required classes for cheap, lived at home and worked part-time. I was accepted into the college of my choice and all my credits transferred.
I graduated, got accepted into grad school. I wrote my own papers, read the books (or most of them!), I even passed all my Standard Ordination Exams on the first try. I am not the most stellar student. I am not brilliant. I am average. But I work hard, and am responsible. I was taught to value education and that it is something earned and something one doesn't take for granted. College and post-graduate study is not about social life, but education.
I grew up in a faith community, in a small Presbyterian Church. We gave a nickel or dime every time we went to Sunday School - we put the coins in the small white plastic church with slot in the roof and it went to missions. Mom would also pick up a can of food, bag of rice, flour or sugar, at least once a month that went into the collection box at church. We weren't rich by any means, but we grew into the call to be giving and generous as Christ was. We learned that God loves us, forgives us, brings us hope and life. I went to Vacation Bible School every summer. We learned to be honest, to be fair and to treat others fairly and justly just as we would want to be treated. To love God and to love others as ourselves. To keep a promise. To forgive and be forgiving. To live into the calls of our lives - to care for others, those in need, for creation, to be kind, to do things and for others without expecting praise or reward - do it because it is the right thing to do, the loving thing to do, the things God desires us to do. I have never handled being lifted up and sometimes being publicly thanked (like a thank you lunch, and being showered with gifts for serving as an interim) very well. I am so painfully self-conscious. I would prefer just riding off into the sunset and next position and giving my best in the next congregation. A simple note of thanks is more than enough for me.
I learned to keep my word and not give it unless I can keep it. To live with integrity - be ethical and honest - even when no one is watching or notices. I can't fool God anyway, who knows everything, so why bother?
So I am simply appalled that these privileged parents have done such a disservice to their children. They have ruined their careers, jobs and set an awful example to their children - to lie, to cheat their way ahead in life.
If I, an average student, can make it (ok, I don't have a high-powered career, but that was not my call in life), into a good college, well-regarded graduate school and be a professional in my field for over 34 years ( with next to no wealth to show for it - at least monetarily), they can certainly make it on their own without their parent's misguided intervention.
I am saddened that in our present society - that cheating and lying is the way to make it in life., be it getting into a college, graduate school, or on one's resume to get a job. I didn't benefit from my parent's connections to people or job networking - they really didn't have a huge social network. Yet, I am here. I am still serving. I am still living with integrity.
How truly sad that these children have been so coddled, so unchallenged, given so little responsibility for themselves, and given such a poor example of how to live and have integrity. They have been cheated in their life and their shallowness reflects that. I am saddened that this is a generation which will one day be in charge without their parents to interfere, to smooth everything out for them, to make things happen for them. They will have to do that on their own and I fear for the world, when the selfish, ungrateful, incompetent are in charge. But perhaps, through the ages, that has always been the case to some degree.
I stand for all those who have made it on their own merit, worked hard, put their energy, time and talent to whatever they have been called to and where their passion lies. I applaud all those parents who make their children do their own work, but merely lend an occasion helping hand, who allow their children to fail, to make mistakes, to be disappointed at not making a team or group and encouraging them to work at it, to practice harder and try it or try out again, or offer an alternative better suited to their abilities. I give thanks to parents who encourage their children to get a job, do a chore, take on some responsibilities, who don't give their children everything or give in to their children's demands or wants every time, who know how to discipline and set boundaries that are to be respected, who live by example what it means to give and be generous with out lives, our money, our talent, our gifts, who give their children a faith foundation - so that kids grow up knowing they are loved by One greater than their parents, live with hope, learn what forgiveness is and how to forgive, to know true peace and goodness in life amidst the hard and challenging, who keep their word and live ethically being a model and example to their children.
Perhaps, it all sounds old-fashioned, but these are eternal and timeless qualities, lessons, and ways of being and living in the world, that have withstood time, pressure, governments, wars, poverty and wealth. They never go out of style or fashion. Not everyone can be bought.
This scandal, too shall pass. But for now, may it stand as reminder that there is a better way, to be honest and genuine, to know that we cannot do everything for our children and they must do for themselves - even when it is hard and difficult - and our hearts ache to ease the way for them. Allow them the opportunity to see what they can accomplish on their own. You and they will be amazed, energized, and astounded. Life becomes richer and more wonderful than ever. This is the gift to give our children! And you will never be appalled or disappointed. You won't compromise your integrity and children will be ever grateful to live into the life they have been called into and be successful in more ways than one.
Perhaps, their "darling" child has no interest in college - just going for the parties. Send them to community college or don't send them at all until they decide that is what they truly desire - an education to make a contribution to the world.
And who is to blame? The parents. Parents who are helicopter parents. Step in and take over for their child. Who don't encourage their child to get a part-time job in high school to learn how to work, to be responsible, to answer to a boss, to get along with co-workers, to earn your way. These are privileged children who haven't had to lift a finger, had things done for them, and lead very shallow lives. Their parents have done their "darling" children a great disservice.
It is amazing, that as a child of immigrant parents, I went to college and graduate school. I had chores as a child, my parents were not able to help me with "new math" foreign to their learning, nor did I have help in English and writing papers. Indeed, I had to correct and write my father's business letters. Instead of my asking for help with my papers and essays, my Dad came to me to make sure
the grammar and word usage was correct! It was expected that we make the honor roll, to try harder, to practice until we get it, to set goals, to go to college. And I did it on my own. My parents never typed a paper for me, never filed out an application, work or school, for me. I had a newspaper route. I had piano lessons, I played flute in band, I was a thespian, on speech team, in the German Club, and synchronized swim club. In my junior year of High School, I got a part-time job and surrendered some of my activities for work. I worked in college, sometimes for a mere pittance. But that money paid for over three years of college(yes, my parents helped much to pay for tuition & room & board), and some incidentals. I lived on campus, I ate on campus. Once every month or two, I would get a pizza, or a Hardy's Hot Ham & Cheese sandwich. That was a luxury. I never went on Spring Break - if I wanted to go on a trip - I was expected to pay for it, not my parents. Yes, it was living austerely, but I didn't want for anything.
I took my own SAT and ACT tests, once. I didn't ace them with over the top scores. Mine were average. I applied to a private college, which provided me with a double-major and was a listed best buy school with a very good and solid reputation. I did go to community college for two years and took all the required classes for cheap, lived at home and worked part-time. I was accepted into the college of my choice and all my credits transferred.
I graduated, got accepted into grad school. I wrote my own papers, read the books (or most of them!), I even passed all my Standard Ordination Exams on the first try. I am not the most stellar student. I am not brilliant. I am average. But I work hard, and am responsible. I was taught to value education and that it is something earned and something one doesn't take for granted. College and post-graduate study is not about social life, but education.
I grew up in a faith community, in a small Presbyterian Church. We gave a nickel or dime every time we went to Sunday School - we put the coins in the small white plastic church with slot in the roof and it went to missions. Mom would also pick up a can of food, bag of rice, flour or sugar, at least once a month that went into the collection box at church. We weren't rich by any means, but we grew into the call to be giving and generous as Christ was. We learned that God loves us, forgives us, brings us hope and life. I went to Vacation Bible School every summer. We learned to be honest, to be fair and to treat others fairly and justly just as we would want to be treated. To love God and to love others as ourselves. To keep a promise. To forgive and be forgiving. To live into the calls of our lives - to care for others, those in need, for creation, to be kind, to do things and for others without expecting praise or reward - do it because it is the right thing to do, the loving thing to do, the things God desires us to do. I have never handled being lifted up and sometimes being publicly thanked (like a thank you lunch, and being showered with gifts for serving as an interim) very well. I am so painfully self-conscious. I would prefer just riding off into the sunset and next position and giving my best in the next congregation. A simple note of thanks is more than enough for me.
I learned to keep my word and not give it unless I can keep it. To live with integrity - be ethical and honest - even when no one is watching or notices. I can't fool God anyway, who knows everything, so why bother?
So I am simply appalled that these privileged parents have done such a disservice to their children. They have ruined their careers, jobs and set an awful example to their children - to lie, to cheat their way ahead in life.
If I, an average student, can make it (ok, I don't have a high-powered career, but that was not my call in life), into a good college, well-regarded graduate school and be a professional in my field for over 34 years ( with next to no wealth to show for it - at least monetarily), they can certainly make it on their own without their parent's misguided intervention.
I am saddened that in our present society - that cheating and lying is the way to make it in life., be it getting into a college, graduate school, or on one's resume to get a job. I didn't benefit from my parent's connections to people or job networking - they really didn't have a huge social network. Yet, I am here. I am still serving. I am still living with integrity.
How truly sad that these children have been so coddled, so unchallenged, given so little responsibility for themselves, and given such a poor example of how to live and have integrity. They have been cheated in their life and their shallowness reflects that. I am saddened that this is a generation which will one day be in charge without their parents to interfere, to smooth everything out for them, to make things happen for them. They will have to do that on their own and I fear for the world, when the selfish, ungrateful, incompetent are in charge. But perhaps, through the ages, that has always been the case to some degree.
I stand for all those who have made it on their own merit, worked hard, put their energy, time and talent to whatever they have been called to and where their passion lies. I applaud all those parents who make their children do their own work, but merely lend an occasion helping hand, who allow their children to fail, to make mistakes, to be disappointed at not making a team or group and encouraging them to work at it, to practice harder and try it or try out again, or offer an alternative better suited to their abilities. I give thanks to parents who encourage their children to get a job, do a chore, take on some responsibilities, who don't give their children everything or give in to their children's demands or wants every time, who know how to discipline and set boundaries that are to be respected, who live by example what it means to give and be generous with out lives, our money, our talent, our gifts, who give their children a faith foundation - so that kids grow up knowing they are loved by One greater than their parents, live with hope, learn what forgiveness is and how to forgive, to know true peace and goodness in life amidst the hard and challenging, who keep their word and live ethically being a model and example to their children.
Perhaps, it all sounds old-fashioned, but these are eternal and timeless qualities, lessons, and ways of being and living in the world, that have withstood time, pressure, governments, wars, poverty and wealth. They never go out of style or fashion. Not everyone can be bought.
This scandal, too shall pass. But for now, may it stand as reminder that there is a better way, to be honest and genuine, to know that we cannot do everything for our children and they must do for themselves - even when it is hard and difficult - and our hearts ache to ease the way for them. Allow them the opportunity to see what they can accomplish on their own. You and they will be amazed, energized, and astounded. Life becomes richer and more wonderful than ever. This is the gift to give our children! And you will never be appalled or disappointed. You won't compromise your integrity and children will be ever grateful to live into the life they have been called into and be successful in more ways than one.
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
AN EPIPHANY SABBATICAL
well, perhaps not quite. I will be absent all of Epiphany due to my foot surgery tomorrow and being off my feet.
I pray that when all heals, I will be able to walk without pain. I have a collapsed metatarsal arch, two toes next to big toe that are bent and can't be straightened meaning the knuckles are rubbing on the top of my shoes (ouch), and a bunion (which I would live with). So, much will be done to fix my foot.
I am not a thin person and have been contemplating being on one foot. I'm not that coordinated with crutches, but have a borrowed knee scooter which will help tremendously. Getting out of the car and into the house with 4 steps will be a huge challenge. My husband will have to push my butt as I hop up each step. I also realize that pushing 60, I am not as flexible nor can I hop as I could when I was younger.
I have been stewing over how to use the rest room without resting my heel on the floor - there is no other way. Getting dressed will also be an issue - I suppose wiggling and squirming on the sofa bed will the way to do it. I'm not looking forward to not showering for a month. Sponge baths are just not the same and will need to use the knee scooter in the process.
It's the logistics of it all that concern me the most. I am not a flamingo!!!
Just getting out of bed and onto the scooter will be a major feat. Perhaps, it will get easier in time as I adapt and figure out what works best.
I keep reminding myself that this too shall pass. It is a temporary inconvenience for less pain and the ability to walk well again.
I'm thinking that we'll use the van and I will scoot onto the middle of the van floor, with 4 pillows to elevate my foot on the drive home. Kinda like a beached whale. Then LH will need to hold my foot while I scoot to edge of the van and with crutch and handle lift myself up and onto the scooter to the stairs in the garage.
There will be the obligatory icing and elevating of the foot and that will fill my first days.
I have undergone surgery to fix my torn quads twice (one each knee, 7 years apart). But at least, I could bear weight even if the leg was in a hinged brace. I'm thinking that the pain can't be near as bad as that was which I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
I will spend time working on Lent and Ash Wednesday after the first couple weeks and as I can use the computer with my foot on an ottoman, at least for an hour or two at a time.
I am trying very hard not to be too anxious, but really, the logistics is what concerns me most.
Thankfully, my sister will be here Mon-Fri morning and that will lift my spirits.
I pray my husband makes good on his promise to do some housecleaning and not leave me with 6 weeks of dog bunnies, dirt and grime to clean when my 6 weeks are up.
I don't know how this will go. I have one of the best foot surgeons, so I am confident in his skill. It's the aftermath and the doing basic, what should be simple things and will then be complicated, that worries me.
My God bring me through this time of healing and not do any damage to what has been repaired.
May I not be too anxious and trust that there are ways of doing things that I can handle. And may I heal well and good so that I can walk pain free again, and up and running by Lent!!!
Please pray for me, for patience, for wisdom, for healing. Your prayers will support me and give me hope that I can do this. Heartfelt thanks, St Inuksuk.
I pray that when all heals, I will be able to walk without pain. I have a collapsed metatarsal arch, two toes next to big toe that are bent and can't be straightened meaning the knuckles are rubbing on the top of my shoes (ouch), and a bunion (which I would live with). So, much will be done to fix my foot.
I am not a thin person and have been contemplating being on one foot. I'm not that coordinated with crutches, but have a borrowed knee scooter which will help tremendously. Getting out of the car and into the house with 4 steps will be a huge challenge. My husband will have to push my butt as I hop up each step. I also realize that pushing 60, I am not as flexible nor can I hop as I could when I was younger.
I have been stewing over how to use the rest room without resting my heel on the floor - there is no other way. Getting dressed will also be an issue - I suppose wiggling and squirming on the sofa bed will the way to do it. I'm not looking forward to not showering for a month. Sponge baths are just not the same and will need to use the knee scooter in the process.
It's the logistics of it all that concern me the most. I am not a flamingo!!!
Just getting out of bed and onto the scooter will be a major feat. Perhaps, it will get easier in time as I adapt and figure out what works best.
I keep reminding myself that this too shall pass. It is a temporary inconvenience for less pain and the ability to walk well again.
I'm thinking that we'll use the van and I will scoot onto the middle of the van floor, with 4 pillows to elevate my foot on the drive home. Kinda like a beached whale. Then LH will need to hold my foot while I scoot to edge of the van and with crutch and handle lift myself up and onto the scooter to the stairs in the garage.
There will be the obligatory icing and elevating of the foot and that will fill my first days.
I have undergone surgery to fix my torn quads twice (one each knee, 7 years apart). But at least, I could bear weight even if the leg was in a hinged brace. I'm thinking that the pain can't be near as bad as that was which I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
I will spend time working on Lent and Ash Wednesday after the first couple weeks and as I can use the computer with my foot on an ottoman, at least for an hour or two at a time.
I am trying very hard not to be too anxious, but really, the logistics is what concerns me most.
Thankfully, my sister will be here Mon-Fri morning and that will lift my spirits.
I pray my husband makes good on his promise to do some housecleaning and not leave me with 6 weeks of dog bunnies, dirt and grime to clean when my 6 weeks are up.
I don't know how this will go. I have one of the best foot surgeons, so I am confident in his skill. It's the aftermath and the doing basic, what should be simple things and will then be complicated, that worries me.
My God bring me through this time of healing and not do any damage to what has been repaired.
May I not be too anxious and trust that there are ways of doing things that I can handle. And may I heal well and good so that I can walk pain free again, and up and running by Lent!!!
Please pray for me, for patience, for wisdom, for healing. Your prayers will support me and give me hope that I can do this. Heartfelt thanks, St Inuksuk.
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