Before I share this, I want everyone to understand whatever good you see in me is of God. I am nothing without Him. Having said that, I want to encourage everyone that God can do the most amazing things, including touch your heart to serve others though your heart may have hurt of its own.
A few weeks ago, one of my drivers was completing his last few hours of work before heading off to vacation. He'd planned this fabulous trip to Myrtle Beach or one of those other glorious golf destinations. You could see the excitement in his face. In fact, his excitement made me excited.
Except for one thing, he'd hurt his knee. Which explains the true reason for our conversation in the first place. Anyone knows, if you've got two weeks of vacation coming your way, you don't stand around talking about it! So, he had to report this injury, but in so doing, he began to really whine about the possibility of it affecting his game. He was really upset! So upset, I began to be upset for him! How awful to be so excited about something, to be so close to realizing it, and -- SLAM! Just like that, you're sidelined.
A few more minutes of his creased brow, awkward pacing and worried tone, when suddenly he says, "Why am I doing this? I know you've got problems. You don't want to listen to me. Your problems are much worse, I know."
And he does know. He has almost firsthand knowledge of some of the things Scott and I experience. But at that time, those things had never crossed my mind. I hadn't even thought of thinking of my problems! If I'd taken the time to compile some ridiculous report on "who has it worse," chances are, Scott and I would have trumped his scaled-back vacation with little effort. At that time, my focus was on someone facing disappointment.
This brings me back to what I said at the start. Whatever good you see in me is of God. I don't want to ruin my life or the lives of others with pettiness, jealousy, bitterness, or unforgiveness. I want to enjoy the life God has given me and live the life God has given me. To face each day and each circumstance with a smile, to be there for those who wish to share their victories and defeats, to show others what God has done for me, to testify to God's mercy and grace.
God was alive and working in me that day. God answered my prayer for change and fullness in my life. He will do the same for you.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Review: "Seven Days In Utopia"
I said I'd get back to you...
So, I was really excited about seeing this film. Robert Duvall, a golf theme, the "aw-shucks, doe-eyed innocence" of Lucas Black, down-home values and horses. Mix with a G Rating the whole family can enjoy... duh, winning.
Well, not exactly. Don't get me wrong, I am recommending it -- strongly. But beware the sappy elements.
Cliche Story: Alcoholic no longer in the game because of his past takes under his wing a struggling young champion of course, because he sees a little of himself in the nipper.
Cliche Sub-Plot: Arrogant native tries to bully the local sweet young thing into romance. New guy makes a distinct impression on her, and said native becomes instant adversary of new guy. Later, of course, the animosity heads on out to pasture and all is right for these three crazy kids.
Unique Ending, but Obvious Attempt to Win "Converts": Without saying anymore than this... "And that's a bad thing, why?"
So, yeah, many elements you could see coming from a country mile, but my family -- my whole family -- left with a warm feeling in their hearts, a renewed faith in entertainment, a smile on their lips, and if I'm not mistaken... a sappy little tear peeking out from the corners of their eyes.
You just can't beat a little schmaltz now and then.
So, I was really excited about seeing this film. Robert Duvall, a golf theme, the "aw-shucks, doe-eyed innocence" of Lucas Black, down-home values and horses. Mix with a G Rating the whole family can enjoy... duh, winning.
Well, not exactly. Don't get me wrong, I am recommending it -- strongly. But beware the sappy elements.
Cliche Story: Alcoholic no longer in the game because of his past takes under his wing a struggling young champion of course, because he sees a little of himself in the nipper.
Cliche Sub-Plot: Arrogant native tries to bully the local sweet young thing into romance. New guy makes a distinct impression on her, and said native becomes instant adversary of new guy. Later, of course, the animosity heads on out to pasture and all is right for these three crazy kids.
Unique Ending, but Obvious Attempt to Win "Converts": Without saying anymore than this... "And that's a bad thing, why?"
So, yeah, many elements you could see coming from a country mile, but my family -- my whole family -- left with a warm feeling in their hearts, a renewed faith in entertainment, a smile on their lips, and if I'm not mistaken... a sappy little tear peeking out from the corners of their eyes.
You just can't beat a little schmaltz now and then.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Ladies! It Seems We Have Some Growing Up to Do!
So, I've got -- maybe -- two hours to myself. What am I going to do with them? The problem is not having nothing to do, the problem is having so much to do.
My husband is the best. He helps around the house. He even vacuums way more than I would ever think of vacuuming. He helps clean up in the kitchen, and never leaves dishes in the sink. I pre-cook meals throughout the week, but Scott heats them, prepares side dishes if necessary, and makes sure everyone else in the house eats a balanced dinner. He helps run Christine to her evening activities, and he will pick up odds and ends from the store. Last week, he even helped put laundry away, but trust me, I'm not looking for that again soon. The point is, as wonderful as he is, he never seems to have trouble doing nothing when he has the opportunity. I don't think that makes him a bad person; I just think that makes him a guy.
So, why is it women feel so driven to be everything to everyone, and sometimes push those around us to do the same?
Sarah Jessica Parker's new movie, "I don't Know How She Does It," is supposed to be a funny and charming look at the "superwoman." I haven't seen it, but from what I hear, she holds it all together (at least on the outside) -- being great mom, ideal wife, fun and sensitive girlfriend, talented career woman, all while rocking a pair of stilettos. Apparently, not so far off Parker's personal experience. And women are relating! I realize there's no surprise there, but why? Why, if I polled the female population on Sunday morning and asked how many women have ever wrestled with falling short of the Proverbs 31 woman, would almost every hand go up? If I checked the local elementary school, why would a find a car line of women who workout more than an hour a day, are on perpetual diets, have a copy of some women's health or glamour magazine stashed in the car to read while they wait, have had Botox or boobs or both -- or are saving for them! -- spend more in a month for waxing and filling than their husbands have spent on underwear in the last decade, stash their credit card receipts at the bottom of their D&G handbag, and their purchases behind their son's old crib in the garage? If I asked around at work would I find any moms who don't feel tired, stressed, angry, or incapable? Would I find any that know why they feel as they do?
When your eight year old daughter has a thorough knowledge of what it takes to be a popular girl, but can't explain the word "character" to you... When your six year old daughter says she's fat... When your twelve year old daughter has a major meltdown because you refused to buy her pants with "PINK" written across her posterior and every other tween and teen in youth group has them...
It's time to find out why we feel so pressured to be perfect, put a stop to it, so we can teach our girls to love who God made them to be!
My husband is the best. He helps around the house. He even vacuums way more than I would ever think of vacuuming. He helps clean up in the kitchen, and never leaves dishes in the sink. I pre-cook meals throughout the week, but Scott heats them, prepares side dishes if necessary, and makes sure everyone else in the house eats a balanced dinner. He helps run Christine to her evening activities, and he will pick up odds and ends from the store. Last week, he even helped put laundry away, but trust me, I'm not looking for that again soon. The point is, as wonderful as he is, he never seems to have trouble doing nothing when he has the opportunity. I don't think that makes him a bad person; I just think that makes him a guy.
So, why is it women feel so driven to be everything to everyone, and sometimes push those around us to do the same?
Sarah Jessica Parker's new movie, "I don't Know How She Does It," is supposed to be a funny and charming look at the "superwoman." I haven't seen it, but from what I hear, she holds it all together (at least on the outside) -- being great mom, ideal wife, fun and sensitive girlfriend, talented career woman, all while rocking a pair of stilettos. Apparently, not so far off Parker's personal experience. And women are relating! I realize there's no surprise there, but why? Why, if I polled the female population on Sunday morning and asked how many women have ever wrestled with falling short of the Proverbs 31 woman, would almost every hand go up? If I checked the local elementary school, why would a find a car line of women who workout more than an hour a day, are on perpetual diets, have a copy of some women's health or glamour magazine stashed in the car to read while they wait, have had Botox or boobs or both -- or are saving for them! -- spend more in a month for waxing and filling than their husbands have spent on underwear in the last decade, stash their credit card receipts at the bottom of their D&G handbag, and their purchases behind their son's old crib in the garage? If I asked around at work would I find any moms who don't feel tired, stressed, angry, or incapable? Would I find any that know why they feel as they do?
When your eight year old daughter has a thorough knowledge of what it takes to be a popular girl, but can't explain the word "character" to you... When your six year old daughter says she's fat... When your twelve year old daughter has a major meltdown because you refused to buy her pants with "PINK" written across her posterior and every other tween and teen in youth group has them...
It's time to find out why we feel so pressured to be perfect, put a stop to it, so we can teach our girls to love who God made them to be!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
'niyaS tsuJ
In a world where Kirstie Alley's weight loss, Charlie Sheen's meltdown, and Michael Vick's pants (or lack thereof) are headline news...
At the Walgreens checkout today:
"Would you like to buy some M&M's?"
No.
"Would you like to donate a dollar to finding a cure for Diabetes?"
So, I can buy a bag of M&M's and a cure for Diabetes in the same transaction? Thank you Walgreens!
In the Huffington Post:
"Michael Moore, Elisabeth Hasselbeck Clash Over Bin Laden Death On 'The View'"
What's next -- the Donner party for health code violations? or Elvis Presley for drug possession? I mean, Bin Laden's dead. We're gonna argue over whether a dead guy should have had a trial... He is dead, right?
In my snail-mailbox:
This week alone, I have received five -- count 'em, five -- mailers from Chase, AmEx, and Bank of America begging for my business. Have you received any of these? Really, I doubt Kim Kardashian's wedding invites were any nicer. Glossy, embossed envelopes cradling heavy-weight cardstock tri-folds that promise me the world at my fingertips if only I will indenture myself to their disseminators.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't these the same folks who received bailouts from the government a few years back? who sent their people on junkets and doled out huge bonuses? who are now spending more on fancy solicitations than I spent on my last automobile?
In my Elle magazine:
Wrong of me, really, to single out Elle, but horoscopes... How is it possible that every month I can meet the love of my life or get that big promotion I've "been dreaming of?" What if I've already found the love of my life? or I haven't been dreaming of much of anything but Starbucks and Godiva Chocolates?
And how is it possible that my horrible-scope in one mag can warn me of "money troubles around the 15th," but another says to "look out for that big financial windfall around the middle of the month!" Who writes this stuff? Worse, who reads it? I thought Miss Cleo had taught us all a lesson.
In my brain:
In a backwards society where we inject ourselves with botulism to look healthy, and we encourage people to be edgy -- that is, until they fall off -- then we castigate them, does it surprise anyone that we will give our credit card information via the internet to complete strangers, but family counselling is a multi-million dollar industry because we can't seem to communicate with -- or trust -- own family members?!
At the Walgreens checkout today:
"Would you like to buy some M&M's?"
No.
"Would you like to donate a dollar to finding a cure for Diabetes?"
So, I can buy a bag of M&M's and a cure for Diabetes in the same transaction? Thank you Walgreens!
In the Huffington Post:
"Michael Moore, Elisabeth Hasselbeck Clash Over Bin Laden Death On 'The View'"
What's next -- the Donner party for health code violations? or Elvis Presley for drug possession? I mean, Bin Laden's dead. We're gonna argue over whether a dead guy should have had a trial... He is dead, right?
In my snail-mailbox:
This week alone, I have received five -- count 'em, five -- mailers from Chase, AmEx, and Bank of America begging for my business. Have you received any of these? Really, I doubt Kim Kardashian's wedding invites were any nicer. Glossy, embossed envelopes cradling heavy-weight cardstock tri-folds that promise me the world at my fingertips if only I will indenture myself to their disseminators.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't these the same folks who received bailouts from the government a few years back? who sent their people on junkets and doled out huge bonuses? who are now spending more on fancy solicitations than I spent on my last automobile?
In my Elle magazine:
Wrong of me, really, to single out Elle, but horoscopes... How is it possible that every month I can meet the love of my life or get that big promotion I've "been dreaming of?" What if I've already found the love of my life? or I haven't been dreaming of much of anything but Starbucks and Godiva Chocolates?
And how is it possible that my horrible-scope in one mag can warn me of "money troubles around the 15th," but another says to "look out for that big financial windfall around the middle of the month!" Who writes this stuff? Worse, who reads it? I thought Miss Cleo had taught us all a lesson.
In my brain:
In a backwards society where we inject ourselves with botulism to look healthy, and we encourage people to be edgy -- that is, until they fall off -- then we castigate them, does it surprise anyone that we will give our credit card information via the internet to complete strangers, but family counselling is a multi-million dollar industry because we can't seem to communicate with -- or trust -- own family members?!
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