I found out yesterday that I'm practically living on borrowed time. This newsflash came from a conversation relayed to me by my 12 year-old-daughter, Rosalind. It seems her 5 year-old-sister, Jennifer, was asking her about my age. Jennifer's first guess was 18 (not bad--I always knew I liked that kid!). She was shocked to learn that I was actually 39 and would be 40 in less than a year. At this point, Rosalind tells me, Jennifer screwed up her face into a puzzled expression and asked, "Is mommy close to the end of the numbers?"
As funny as that is, it got me thinking about how I often feel close to the end of the numbers (and I'm not even talking about what it feels like to get out of bed in the morning!). It usually is a cause for stress. Who, after all, likes to feel they are close to the end of the numbers...of dollars in their wallet to last until the next paycheck....of calories for the day when the dessert is calling loud and clear...of the hours left in a day when there's still so much more that needs doing...The list could go on and on....
I think, though, this is an adult approach more so than a kid approach. Kids often see life from a "count down" rather than a "what's left" perspective. They "can't wait" until this or that happens. They get excited with the dwindling numbers as an anticipated event approaches.
Somehow I think they have the better take on this.
For today, I'm going to readjust my perspective. I'm going to sit down and make myself a list of all the things I can't wait to happen...I might even make myself a paper chain and tear off a link every day as I count down the days until "the event" happens. That way, when my 5 year-old- asks me why I'm so happy, I can tell her...." because I'm getting close to the end of the numbers!"
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
A leaky hose, or--something to be thankful for...
My hose has seen better days. It wasn't the top of the line to begin with, but now it has sprung more leaks than a "secret" session of Congress. When one spraying leak near the handle became a problem, I tried to fix it with tape. Now I have multiple leaks squeezing out around the tape in various locations. They spray out in a shower-like fashion in all directions. If I brought shampoo and soap out with me to water the garden in the morning, I could probably effectively get my shower in were it not for public decency laws!
I've been very grumbly inside in regard to this hose. I wanted to purchase a new one last weekend, but we didn't have room in the budget for it. This morning, tired of being literally dripping wet after watering the garden, I decided to "garb up" before going out. I cut open a kitchen garbage bag to fashion an apron for below the waist and wore a waterproof, bright red, smock-style apron on top (it was a gift made by my older daughter and I love it!). I'm sure I was quite the sight to any neighbors peering out to greet the day!
I was pretty pleased with myself for being able to stay drier--in spite of my leaky hose, but still feeling irritated that I have to deal with the water dripping down my legs. As I was finishing up (and wondering if I could convince my husband that this hose problem falls into the budget category of "emergency fund") when my eye caught what I thought was the largest dragonfly I had ever seen. It was approaching rapidly and seemed headed directly for me. Now, I can appreciate dragonflies as much as the next person--but from a distance please. I was just about to run away when I realized I was wrong. It wasn't a dragonfly...it was a hummingbird. It kept approaching until it was about two feet from me. I'm sure it was attracted by my bright red apron--thinking it had discovered the mother of all flowers! We sized each other up and I could read the curious confusion in its eyes as I admired its beauty. It hovered just in front of me for a good 30 seconds before deciding maybe I wasn't a flower after all--at which point it sped away.
For my part, I was left in speechless awe. I had never been that close to one of these most elusive of God's creatures. It was absolutely breathtaking in its beauty and fragility. I was flooded with that tingling joy that reaches to your toes. What a tremendous blessing!
As I squelched back to turn off the hose, the thought occurred to me that were it not for my red apron, the hummingbird would not have been likely to approach me...and were it not for my leaky hose, I would not have been wearing my red apron...
It's funny how if we are willing to work through a challenging circumstance and make the best of it until it can get better, God can use it to bring us blessings we would not have thought to ask for--like an up-close view of a hummingbird. I think I need to take stock of what other "leaky hoses" I have in my life and find ways to work through the challenges they present instead of just whining and complaining about them. Maybe then, the blessings will start springing out in all directions like...well...a leaky hose!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Falling in a Hole...
By falling in a hole, I am not referring to where I've been for the past 7 months.....suffice to say as we wrapped up the end elements of dealing with my youngest's kidney issues, many things in my life had to take a sabbatical and this was one...
No, by Falling in a hole, I am referring to a news item you may have heard about wherein a 15-year-old girl in New York's Staten Island fell into an open sewer hole because she was too focused on texting on her friend's cell to pay attention to where she was going. If you missed this particular item, here's a link where you can check it out: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31853449/?GT1=43001 (you may have to cut and paste).
A quick summary is that the men who were working in the hole had stepped away for a few minutes to fetch some cones to block the area. True, it would have been more prudent for them to secure the cones before lifting the man-hole cover. In my mind, however, their lapse does not entirely dismiss the fact that this girl failed to notice a hole in front of her that was between 2 and 3 feet across! Although her daughter was only superficially injured (scrapes and bruises), her mother has already stated she plans to sue the city. This, I'm sure, will really help this girl learn to take responsibility for her own stupid choices--not!
The reason this story has been on my mind is not only because this girl is such a poster child for the myriads of brainless teens out there who have completely unplugged themselves from real life, preferring to live in an electronic fantasy land. I could go on for pages about that topic and my general contempt for it, but I digress....
As I have pondered this story, I realized what a wonderful example it will be to share with my kids...a teachable moment. It is such a good example of how we humans tend to live our lives....we walk along doing what we want to do, when we want to do it. We completely ignore our surroundings and fail to keep our eyes open for danger that may be coming our way. When we fall into our own "holes", many of us respond much like the mother in this story--we want to look over where our own choices may have set us up for our fall and instead look for someone else to blame for our unfortunate circumstances.
This girl's mother is missing a golden opportunity to teach her child real life lessons that could help her for her future. Although I would hope she would not fall into the same kind of hole, she will fall into some other kind of hole somewhere along the way and what her mother will have taught her is to look for someone else to pin the entire blame on! How sad.
Although I try my best to teach my kids to look out for life's holes, I know they will fall into their share of holes. My hope is that they will consider first what got them into this hole and take responsibility for themselves first. After that, I hope they know if they look up, they will see the merciful face of Jesus looking down into their hole and reaching down to pull them out and set them back on track again.
No, by Falling in a hole, I am referring to a news item you may have heard about wherein a 15-year-old girl in New York's Staten Island fell into an open sewer hole because she was too focused on texting on her friend's cell to pay attention to where she was going. If you missed this particular item, here's a link where you can check it out: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31853449/?GT1=43001 (you may have to cut and paste).
A quick summary is that the men who were working in the hole had stepped away for a few minutes to fetch some cones to block the area. True, it would have been more prudent for them to secure the cones before lifting the man-hole cover. In my mind, however, their lapse does not entirely dismiss the fact that this girl failed to notice a hole in front of her that was between 2 and 3 feet across! Although her daughter was only superficially injured (scrapes and bruises), her mother has already stated she plans to sue the city. This, I'm sure, will really help this girl learn to take responsibility for her own stupid choices--not!
The reason this story has been on my mind is not only because this girl is such a poster child for the myriads of brainless teens out there who have completely unplugged themselves from real life, preferring to live in an electronic fantasy land. I could go on for pages about that topic and my general contempt for it, but I digress....
As I have pondered this story, I realized what a wonderful example it will be to share with my kids...a teachable moment. It is such a good example of how we humans tend to live our lives....we walk along doing what we want to do, when we want to do it. We completely ignore our surroundings and fail to keep our eyes open for danger that may be coming our way. When we fall into our own "holes", many of us respond much like the mother in this story--we want to look over where our own choices may have set us up for our fall and instead look for someone else to blame for our unfortunate circumstances.
This girl's mother is missing a golden opportunity to teach her child real life lessons that could help her for her future. Although I would hope she would not fall into the same kind of hole, she will fall into some other kind of hole somewhere along the way and what her mother will have taught her is to look for someone else to pin the entire blame on! How sad.
Although I try my best to teach my kids to look out for life's holes, I know they will fall into their share of holes. My hope is that they will consider first what got them into this hole and take responsibility for themselves first. After that, I hope they know if they look up, they will see the merciful face of Jesus looking down into their hole and reaching down to pull them out and set them back on track again.
Friday, January 9, 2009
living like no one else...
One of the special challenges of choosing to make sacrifices today so we can be in a better financial position tomorrow is that we are left with some day-to-day circumstances that are quirky at best.
Take our microwave, for example. It's a perfectly good, operational appliance. I have no trouble with it...except that we keep it in the garage. We actually have one in our kitchen that can't be used, except to tell the time, as an over-the-stove light, and a stove vent. It's a bit of a story as to why we don't put the working one over the stove, but suffice to say that sometimes it's better for your marriage to accept inconveniences! It's not as if we don't realize that this is an unusual situation--and we've had it pointed out to us that it would be simpler to have a microwave in the kitchen. One four-year-old visitor to our house followed me in to the garage to pop popcorn and, after looking around her, offered this piece of helpful advice, "we keep our microwave in the kitchen..."!
My husband drives what we affectionately term, a "grandma car." And truly, it once was. This 1989 Oldsmobile Cutlass once belonged to a nice elderly lady who took it once weekly to the market and to church. It has much fewer miles on it than our 1999 Toyota Sienna! It also has a sagging interior on the ceiling, no rear view mirror, mold in the trunk and a missing seal on the driver's door (which isn't all that bad if you don't mind a perpetually damp left butt cheek and the fact that the floor on the driver's side once had enough moisture in the carpet that my husband found mushrooms growing there one morning!). Despite all these inconveniences, it runs very well--AND IT'S PAID FOR.
Our latest challenge is the kitchen faucet. Two mornings ago, the handle went all funny when I tried to shut it off and I had to use two screw drivers to get the water to stop running. I fiddled around with it a bit and got it operational again. So, now it's working fine--practically. If you figure that the hot water now registers at five o'clock, warm is somewhere between one o'clock and five o'clock and colder temperatures are somewhere between eleven and one (with temps after five showing tremendous variance)--IT'S ALL GOOD!
Some day, I truly believe, we will look back on all this with fondness. We will have newer--cars (hold the mushrooms!) and other conveniences. I hope we never forget these sacrifices, though, because besides helping us reach our future financial goals, they are helping us all build character and perseverance.
I envision the day when we are entertaining in our lovely home and one of my friends brings a dish to share that needs heating up. I will graciously tell her to follow me in to our beautiful kitchen and smile to myself when I tell her, "we keep our microwave in the kitchen!"
Take our microwave, for example. It's a perfectly good, operational appliance. I have no trouble with it...except that we keep it in the garage. We actually have one in our kitchen that can't be used, except to tell the time, as an over-the-stove light, and a stove vent. It's a bit of a story as to why we don't put the working one over the stove, but suffice to say that sometimes it's better for your marriage to accept inconveniences! It's not as if we don't realize that this is an unusual situation--and we've had it pointed out to us that it would be simpler to have a microwave in the kitchen. One four-year-old visitor to our house followed me in to the garage to pop popcorn and, after looking around her, offered this piece of helpful advice, "we keep our microwave in the kitchen..."!
My husband drives what we affectionately term, a "grandma car." And truly, it once was. This 1989 Oldsmobile Cutlass once belonged to a nice elderly lady who took it once weekly to the market and to church. It has much fewer miles on it than our 1999 Toyota Sienna! It also has a sagging interior on the ceiling, no rear view mirror, mold in the trunk and a missing seal on the driver's door (which isn't all that bad if you don't mind a perpetually damp left butt cheek and the fact that the floor on the driver's side once had enough moisture in the carpet that my husband found mushrooms growing there one morning!). Despite all these inconveniences, it runs very well--AND IT'S PAID FOR.
Our latest challenge is the kitchen faucet. Two mornings ago, the handle went all funny when I tried to shut it off and I had to use two screw drivers to get the water to stop running. I fiddled around with it a bit and got it operational again. So, now it's working fine--practically. If you figure that the hot water now registers at five o'clock, warm is somewhere between one o'clock and five o'clock and colder temperatures are somewhere between eleven and one (with temps after five showing tremendous variance)--IT'S ALL GOOD!
Some day, I truly believe, we will look back on all this with fondness. We will have newer--cars (hold the mushrooms!) and other conveniences. I hope we never forget these sacrifices, though, because besides helping us reach our future financial goals, they are helping us all build character and perseverance.
I envision the day when we are entertaining in our lovely home and one of my friends brings a dish to share that needs heating up. I will graciously tell her to follow me in to our beautiful kitchen and smile to myself when I tell her, "we keep our microwave in the kitchen!"
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