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Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Sweet and Sour ... almost

Today was a sweet and sour day...

The sweet of it was the wedding shower that Janis and I had for Lori in the office. I made a strawberry pretzel salad and brought a decorated cake. We all got together, had devotions, a bit of fun, and gave her all sorts of containers with ingredients in them, along with a recipe for that ingredient. Sweet!

The sour of it - that ended up sweet - happened this morning at 0-dark-thirty, and I heard of it through a coworker. Not a good way to hear that your husband has been in an accident... but I'll let him tell you about it from the email I got later this morning:

I was in the center lane and came up on a snow plow. People had passed him on the left so I went into that lane. As I approached the plow, I noticed he was in the MIDDLE of the left and center lanes and I couldn’t get by. So I slowed down and pulled back in the center lane and then moved to the right lane. However, I did not see the semi in the right lane who banged into me, causing me to spin and come right back into his path. He hit me again and as I spun and stopped in the left lane before hitting the wall. I was able to move off to the side of the road. We exchanged information and I came to work. Less damage to the SUV than I thought there would be. No one else stopped. No injuries. No police. But I could have easily been seriously hurt. And if a policeman HAD come by, I would have been late to work.

So, there was a sweet to that sour. It could have been awful! And another blessing? He was driving the WMBI SUV, which is practically a tank. But then, it's probably because he was driving it that the accident occurred (see the part about not seeing through the windows...).


Tuesday, February 19, 2008

I'm telling

See the picture I use on my blog these days? It is a mirror image found on the Mac camera effects.

But something just struck me... does that make me duplicitous? Do I say one thing and do another? Am I one person at work and another at home? One at church and another anywhere else?

Truth be told, that's probably true.

I've always believed that example is a better teacher than words, but don't always live like I believe that. And since I "believe" that example is more important, I act one way around those whom I really feel need my good example, and then totally trash my spiritual integrity with those who know me best. How duplicitous is that?

You know what scares me? "Because you are lukewarm I will spit you out of my mouth." Does that include those of us who swing from one side of the spectrum to another on a daily basis?

I mean, I point to the Scripture that says "let no unwholesome thing come from your mouth" and then damn the driver who cuts me off (and hey, I'm not even a NASCAR afficionado). Oops, sorry I used profanity, but really it was just to prove a point, right?

So, I'm telling you here and now that there is only one way that my words and my actions will ever line up. That's when I allow the Holy Spirit to control me, rather than thinking I can control me. Same goes for my food consumption, but that's for another day.

Monday, February 18, 2008

I'm pretending

I'm pretending no one can read this but me.
Blogs are short for "web logs", which in turn are online journals. So this is my private journal for today.
Depression hit me about 2 this afternoon. I thought I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, but it went out. I thought we had an option somewhere, but it went away.
I didn't realize just how much I had counted on there being some option other than where we currently find ourselves. But I was wrong.
Tears welled and spilled most of the way home. Then I turned to my drug of choice ... any food I can get my hands on. Which starts the vicious cycle of depression, eating, guilt, depression, eating, guilt.
It's a good thing I don't drink...

Sunday, February 17, 2008

new view

I really like the ability to talk across the miles and see the person to whom I am speaking. (you kids will appreciate that I did the best I could not to end in a preposition...)

Diane got to see Sunny give her rendition of "His Eye is on the Sparrow." And I got to see her guinea pig do his rendition of "scramble down the arm."

It especially comes in handy with the grandbabies I can't see on a regular basis. Oh, how I miss those guys. If I were independently wealthy, I'd just book flights every two weeks to go see them (alternating weekends, of course). But, alas, I am not.

So, thanks to those creative people who developed video cams for the computer, and a free way to see into the lives of our friends and families elsewhere.

Go ahead, look us up!

Saturday, February 09, 2008


I wouldn't normally do this ... recommend a movie that is full of foul language and that you wouldn't take a "good" kid to.

The movie, Juno, is the case in point. I think it is probably the most effective pro-life movie for where teens are living today. It's one of those movies that's hard to peg, because it brings its point across without being preachy, and in the language of the very audience it is trying to reach. But if you're hoping to go be entertained (we were) by some good clean movie, this isn't it.

So if you've seen it, tell me what you think. And if you haven't, just know what to expect when you go. It was touching, it was encouraging, it was sad, it was raunchy.

So, although jello is good to eat, it sure is hard to grasp with your bare hands... And that's all I got to say about that.