Thursday, April 17, 2014

Around My House Lately


"Surely God is my help; the Lord is the one who sustains me."   ... Psalm 54:4

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Well. Yesterday I finally wallpapered my upstairs closet, heretofore to be called The Tiniest Hobbit Room. Oh, I still need to glue down a few edges (what's up with wallpaper edges lately?), but mostly the papering is finished. Thank-goodness.

These photos are just peeks: I still want to spray paint a few accessories in a corner you cannot see, my 'closet corner.'


And I decided to leave the ceiling white rather than paint it light blue, mostly because I'm just getting too old for these shenanigans.

Oh dear. After emptying this room then running crawling up the stairs 25 times yesterday to hang this wallpaper (needing the kitchen sink and no, I don't like wallpaper troughs, but ok, I'm rethinking them), I felt every single one of my 55 years. By the time I replaced everything and Tom had arrived home (and one strained leg muscle later) I was walking about like a decrepit 90-year-old. Oh, it was bad.

But today I'm (kinda sorta) fine, in love with the results and can't wait to stay in there when Naomi arrives Monday night. The bed? My own idea: when it's finished, it will consist of 6 plastic bins (holding storage items), two flattened moving boxes, two blankets folded in half, all topped by one foam 'mattress' with bed linens. Took some crazy searching online, but I found the perfect foam roll at Wallmart.com, which they quickly mailed to me.

Progress. Don't you love it when you push past laziness inertia and just get up and do the thing you've been procrastinating? Oh, what a feeling. :)


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 "Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”   ... Joshua 1:9

For the joy of the Lord is your strength."   ... Nehemiah 8:10

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I finished reading the free kindle book, The Mystery of Hurtleberry House, and truly enjoyed it. This morning I bought the sequel, The Island of Living Trees. This author's writing style is perfect for cozy mysteries, imo.

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Order the free Sun Maid Raisin 100th Anniversary Recipe Booklet here. (Or you can choose to download it, also.)

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Slyness of Hatred


"First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way."  ...  1 Timothy 2:1,2

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An Obama Hater friend of mine shared an article about how Michelle Obama is replacing junk food in schools with healthier choices and, initially, I thought, "Oh good! Looks like _____ is lightening up about our Presidential couple."

But uh, no. Wham! She royally torpedoed this attempt by Mrs. Obama to help ease the obesity epidemic among our Nation's kids.

This woman and I were children together, she was a deep, thoughtful child, golden really, and when we reconnected online, she was still special, different than the norm. I rejoiced to find her again. 

But oh dear. Six years ago, the iron of Obama Hatred entered into her soul and turned her golden-ness, dark. Absolutely everything the Obama's do is wrong, evil, in her eyes and she'll give you a list of all their mistakes. Everything amiss in our Country stems from its leader, she surmises. Everything he's done has colored her daily life all black. 

She once spread grace and kindness and humor, but now she extends poison. She'll listen to no one with a differing, balanced view. Her bitterness has opened doors to scary places and--as I see it--now only prayer can open those heavy doors which locked behind her. Only prayer can make her want to leave that which has consumed her and choose Light, Life and balance again.

And in the meantime, I am sad and horrified for her.

Please--to all my readers--do not venture anywhere close to the scary places where bitterness waits to drag you by the neck. Those places are real. Wasting whole years in resentment over anything is never worth it, for nothing is worth blocking our view of God.

Instead, please choose forgiveness, mercy, prayer, standing firm in faith and God's word, obedience, and walking in love. Love, the best, the greatest of these.



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If I'd watched this happen to just one friend, I'd probably not have written this post. But she is one of so many.

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"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high [places]."   ... Ephesians 6:12

"(For the weapons of our warfare [are] not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;)" ...   2 Corinthians 10:4

"By our words we will be justified, by our words we'll be condemned."   ... Matthew 12:37


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Anyone feeling sorry for themselves today? This will fix you right up.(You may recall this from a couple years ago.)

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I'm finding lots of free cozy mysteries for my Kindle here. (Double check each one to make certain it is free.)

I'm currently enjoying the writing in this Christian mystery, especially. 

Monday, April 14, 2014

The Guy On The News


"For judgment is without mercy to one who has shown no mercy. Mercy triumphs over judgment."   ... James 2:13

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This post happened while we lived out at the farm and it's haunted me since rediscovering it last week:



Before Tom drives to work in the dark mornings, we usually watch the local news together. So there we were this morning watching a story about the big boss in the road department (or something... I can never recall those specific details). He'd been skimming money off the top, but paying it back (he said), all except for the latest $2,800 he 'borrowed.' 

Well, two FBI agents showed up at his house yesterday and after talking awhile, the guy got physical with them, pushed them, and at one point they were all wrestling together on his living room carpet.

Tom and I exclaimed things like, "What a dweeb! Didn't he know better than to wrestle with FBI guysSheesh. Not real smart, is he?" We said even more stuff like that when the guy was quoted as saying, "I could have taken both of you!"

"Yeah, right," Tom and I laughed. And I thought, "Man, this guy must really be scared because he's really guilty. He is so in trouble!"

Then at the very end of the story--the final sentence--the announcer said that he (Road Department Guy) had recently lost his wife who'd passed away.

Oh.

Tom and I got really quiet.  My throat began to hurt and I murmured, "Hmm... Wow." Both of us could suddenly picture a primal force of sadness, aloneness and desperation so strong that you'd horrify yourself by your own actions, finding yourself wrestling with FBI agents on your floor.

May I always remind myself that there are two sides to every story. May I welcome those Holy Spirit pings which zap me, reminding me to be quick to hear, quick to care and much, much slower to speak (or to maybe not utter a word).

And may I more often look 'behind the curtain' of peoples' lives and extend mercy, remembering that if I wish to receive mercy, I first must show it to others. 


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“Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy."   ...  Matthew 5:7


Mercy helps you understand why a person did something--and have compassion for him-- without approving of what he did.



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When I first ran this, someone thought I was excusing this man's taking the money. But no, I'm only saying I better understand his doing such a foolish thing as trying to overtake FBI agents.