Friday, December 12, 2014

Five Minute Friday:: Prepare

Today is Five Minute Friday, and I am joining in on the free writing with other free-writing writers who love to write without worrying about it being right.

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Today's prompt is: PREPARE


Who knows how to prepare for what life hands you? Who even knew that we would need to prepare?

I mean, it should just come naturally, this growing up and going on into all the good that life has to offer, right?

We grow up, we go to school (or not), we get a job (or not), we get married (or not), we have children (or not), we settle into our groove, and then plug along. And all is well.

Only it isn't.

And the One who knew we wouldn't be able to prepare, that we could not prepare well enough for what life would hand us, He who loves us beyond our wildest dreams,  

He prepared for us.

He came down, He made a way for all the messes we would make to be cleaned up. He provided the path for us to walk the straight way, the ONLY way to peace and joy.

Now, the only thing we have to do is to prepare our hearts to receive Him—this mighty all-powerful King who condescended to come as a baby.

He made a way where there was no other way.


Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Random Picture Post

LOTS of pictures! 

 Buoyancy experiment - foil boats in salt water, how many pennies will they hold? (Sara's held over 100!)

 Daisy home from cruciate ligament repair surgery.  She cried for 7 hours after we brought her home. Literally.

 Density experiment - homemade lava lamps (water/vinegar & oil, with alka-seltzer tabs).

 Daisy with the "Cone of Shame," after having bandage taken off because it was slipping. Vet said it would, but I was surprised how soon.

 Close up of creepy incision. Poor puppeh. That dark hanging spot is her gut, which is more noticeable now that she's shaved. Vet said she needs to lose about 10 lbs. Accomplishing that will be interesting.

From creepy to yummy (said these are random) - up around 4:30 - 5:00 each morning with Daisy, so have been making homemade treats. These are English muffins. There is nothing like homemade!

 Way late in posting some things, like my birthday pictures. Sara made me a homemade pillow (so sweet), and Glen bought me a tennis racket and some tennis balls. Should have taken a picture of how he wrapped them. I had no idea what they were.

 Another homemade treat - yeasted pumpkin bread. Wonderful texture and great, mildly sweet flavor.

My talented guy's handcrafted shoe-shine box.

 My sweet Sara's paper dolls. I fail at making these. Mine look more like paper aliens.

 Iain reading to some guests. :)

 A giant (sadly, dead) wheel bug (see wheel on upper back?). They are great for your garden, since they eat the potato bugs. This one died because we just had the exterminator out for an bi-annual spray.

 An ant with a very large bottom. Maybe a queen?

 Kyla doing a corrosion experiment. The copper wire turned the water blue. Pretty cool. (Watermelon has nothing to do with experiment, it's just photo-bombing.)

 Sara turned ten this September. We had an outside party, since it was such a nice day. :)

 Kyla doing a concentration experiment. Her favorite part was wearing the eye protection.

 Look at this tiny salamander Kyla found. Isn't it adorable? It was just squirming around on the patio by our door one day when it was getting cold. It was very happy to be in Kyla's warm hand.

Oxygen/fire experiment. Balloon was inflated with oxygen from Baker's yeast mixed with hydrogen peroxide. Next, a candle was lighted, then put under large glass jar. Flame went out. The candle was  lighted again, then the oxygen from the balloon was released under the jar. Was supposed to flame up suddenly (we were nervous), but it only burned brighter. 

 Atmospheric pressure experiment. Small amount of water heated in empty (12 oz) aluminum can and then can turned upside down in a bowl of ice water. It imploded immediately. Very cool.

 Experiment to break down chemical composition of water. Battery made hydrogen and oxygen bubbles in the salt water, and the test tubes captured the two gases, showing that there is twice as much hydrogen as oxygen in water.

Iain's clay dude.

Whew! Told you there were lots of pictures!

All done for now.

How Can It Be?

Monday, October 27, 2014

Forgiveness {Day 27 of 31}

I see that I am not alone in not keeping up with a daily post this month, where the goal was to write, something, daily. Even the creator of this challenge has said she has no guilt. Ah, that feels good!

Today, I praise God for forgiveness! 

After all, this is the hinge upon which Salvation turns, the essence of what Jesus did for us, the reason that we can be with our Father God when we pass from this life.

But, forgiveness is a two-way street. 

Even though Jesus, the One and Only Begotten Son of God, Lover of our souls, Savior of the world, has secured forgiveness of our sins through the atoning sacrifice of His death on the cross, it doesn't come without strings.

You see, we can't receive this forgiveness, if we withhold forgiveness from another person.

This isn't my idea or interpretation. It's right there in black and white in the Bible, the inspired Word of God:

"For if you forgive others for their transgressions, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others, then your Father will not forgive your transgressions." (Matthew 6:14 NASB).

This is hard. Especially when someone has hurt you and they are not repentant. And maybe they keep hurting you.

I am reading a book, "Forgiving Our Fathers and Mothers,"  by Leslie Leyland Fields & Dr. Jill Hubbard.

The first thing in the book is a poem in the introduction titled, "In the Dessert," by Stephen Crane:

"In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter-bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
That sums up the truth that this book contains—when we hold onto unforgiveness, it eats us up. We cannot live healthy, productive lives when we hold onto things that have hurt us. No matter who the offender is or what they have done. 

But it is so hard to let go!

That is why the gift of forgiveness that Jesus gave us is so amazing. He, who knew no sin, became sin for us so that we can enjoy eternal life with our Father God. 

Forgiveness isn't easy; but it is essential, if we want to be with Jesus some day.  Nothing someone does to us is worth throwing that away.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Freedom {Day 23 of 31}

One of the things that we often take for granted is freedom.  Freedom to worship, freedom to say what we think publicly, freedom to publish things that are opinionated in newspapers and other media; on and on the list goes.

All of these freedoms we enjoy, without fear of death or imprisonment looming over our heads.

Ask me, and I would immediately say that I am beyond thankful for that.

But am I really?

As I said, I usually take things for granted. Most of us probably do.

How many Bibles do I have in my home? A quick rough count and I come up with at least eight that I know of.

Do I read my Bible daily? Do I cling to the words as the bread of Life that they are, treasuring them in my heart so they will be available to me even when the actual pages are not?

No. I don't. Not like I should.

My sister forwarded me this video. This shows a prime example of the freedom that we enjoy in America. The young woman in this video could not take such a blatant stand in other countries without fear of tortured imprisonment or death.

Our freedom is an amazing thing. I praise God for it. I praise God for His mercy in allowing us to exercise our freedom and to make our own choices.

And I pray that we all remember the weight of responsibility that comes with that freedom.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Letting Go {Day 21 of 31}

I'm participating in The Nester's Write 31 Days challenge. I haven't written every day and I'm okay with that. Because you have to choose, each day, what is worth stressing over. Not being able to write a blog post each day is not something I'm worried about right now.

My friend, Maria, who blogs at The Joyful Home, wrote a post titled The Shower Curtain, where she talks about loss and letting go of things connected to loss.

It reminded me of my own struggle with letting go.

A little over thirteen years ago, we lost a baby.

While still pregnant, I had been collecting baby clothes. I helped to manage the "swap shop" at our church, so I had direct access to all the new things coming in.  Before long, I had amassed four, large storage tubs full of baby clothes.

I justified my hoard by telling myself we needed them. They were boy clothes. (We already had a baby girl.)

Meanwhile, everywhere I went, someone was very pregnant. And all my friends who were having babies, were having boys.

Every time one was born, I felt the Lord pressing me to donate the clothes. Every time my husband and I went through them, our agreed upon donate pile was very small. So small that we felt like we shouldn't even bother with it and we ended up putting them back with the others.

One day, I had a heart-wrenching conversation with a dear friend. My clothing hoard came up.

"I know I need to get rid of them," I said, matter-of-factly.

My friend replied, "I'm glad you said that. Because you do need to get rid of them. All of them. Even those little booties you just picked up."

I sobbed like someone was tearing out my heart. It truly felt like giving up those clothes meant I was giving up the right to more children.

I got off the phone and immediately called my friend who had just had a baby boy. I told her husband that I had some clothes for them, and asked if I could come out right then (because I knew if I didn't go right then, I wouldn't go).

I would love to say that I spent time basking in the presence of the Lord after dropping off the clothes. Rather than glowing from the joy of obedience, I was puffy-eyed and red-faced from sobbing.

But I realized that the clothing had become an idol to me. At some point, my focus shifted from having clothes to put on my (hoped for) baby boy, to needing a baby boy to dress in all these wonderful clothes I had. As painful as it was to give them away, it was a turning point for me in my healing from my miscarriage.

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort,  who comforts us in all our affliction so that we will be able to comfort those who are inany affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God," (2 Corinthians 1:3-4 NASB).

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