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It Was Timely! It Was Timely!

Do all things work together or not!

The child is ill. Still picking at his food, although whatever goes down stays down, which is improvement. He has moments of normal temp and then moments of a bit of fever.

However.

Had he not been at home with an adult to supervise him, we would not have discovered a big discovery:

Today the air conditioner decided to drip onto the kitchen floor, through the kitchen ceiling.

It was timely.

Yes.

I’ve told him he saved the day, just by being sick.

He is feeling better about missing out on all the excitement.

And it all works together when Someone big enough has the reins.

Yes.

Air conditioning
Air conditioning

Photo: niallkennedy

Posted in Believe it or not!, Inspiring, Scripture, Wisdom

The Solution

Truth
Truth (Photo credit: d4vidbruce)

I suffered from going into the past to worry about a future that never came about.

However, I did stop worrying about the past-future-what-ifs and I’d like to share with you how to do it, in case you find yourself needing to know.

1. Stop imagining.

My kids tell a joke, disguised as a riddle, which begins: Imagine you are in a car rolling backward down a hill toward a lake. The troubles and frustrations described in the joke continue to the point of desperation. There is seemingly no way to survive being drowned in that lake when the question comes: What should you do? Once the victim of this joke tries every possible solution to this seeming riddle and then gives up, the joker gives the answer: STOP IMAGINING! At that point it is very funny.

If you tell it right, the relief in the air is almost palpable at that moment, because the listener latches on to the story because we all have imaginings like this from time to time.

You may have imagined worries, but you can have that palpable relief, too.

In real life.

Imagination is a wonderful tool, in its place—but stop imagining.

2. Take every thought captive and make it obey the truth.

Realize there is something or someone trying to take away your sanity and you need to fight to get it back. Tell yourself the truth, aloud, if needed.

Ah, but what is truth? How can anyone ever possibly know what might have happened?

Don’t go there!

Take that thought captive!

Here is the truth: You are not in control. You do your best with what you are in control of, and then other forces are in control of all the rest. You try hard to be in the right place, doing the right thing, at the right time, and then, you let go.

The truth is that God is in control and you are not God. He rules the world. He determines. Not you. Not me. Not any malfunctioning gearbox, not any tornado, not any burglar, not any hormone, not any doctor, not any police.

God.

We read the stories all the time of those who escaped harm while doing the wrong thing. People hide from tornados in flimsy shelters and the whole building blows away except for the flimsy shelter. We read, also, of a tornado that swoops out of nowhere to pick up only one person and passes on to do no more damage. Burglars flee when someone rolls over in bed; other burglars take everything. Careless women have healthy babies; careful women deliver stillborn babies. And on it goes.

The truth is partly in the timing. When God determines it is time, then it is time. We all want to escape all danger, harm, shame, etc., but after doing all we can do, then the ball is in God’s court, and when it comes to THAT ballgame, God wins.

Of course, the fatalist will say, “Then why try?”

We must try hard to stay alive and to keep others alive, if at all possible, because life is a precious gift from God and we are to use it to His glory. We are not to become fatalistic or desponding, but to trust Him to make the best possible outcome from our entire life. We are to cooperate with Him, but not to worry about if He knows what on earth He is doing.

True freedom from worry over past-future-what-ifs came for me — and I hope, for you — with these thoughts:

  • My baby did not die that day. (It took me a while to get that part.)
  • Therefore, it was not God’s will for my baby to die that day.
  • Therefore, it was impossible that he could have died that day.

There could have been NO what-ifs that could have changed that. Since then I have even met a family whose son was run over, with no lasting harm coming to him. It’s all about Who is in control.

And it’s not about you or me.

The glorious liberty that comes from the truth, can set us free from all fear of death and all guilt.

We should do our best and trust God. He can and will take care of the what-ifs.

This is truth.

I pray you can apply it to your life.

Posted in Believe it or not!, Inspiring, Scripture, Wisdom

How About the Gift of Peace?

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Serenity

What on earth is peace on earth?

Tranquility?

We write poems about it. Is it calmness?

We take classes to learn it. Is it peacefulness?

We build our houses to achieve it. Is it quietude?

We take vacations to find it elsewhere. Is it stillness?

We even try screaming to see if we can’t get a little of it . . .

. . . “and QUIET!”

Is it composure?

Mellowness?

It’s more than the opposite of war.
Is it coolness?

Poise?

It cannot be bought for any price.
In fact, some of the poorest people possess it.
Some of the richest also possess it, along with some of the saddest and the happiest.
Is it contentment?

It also knows no color, no rank, no age, and no gender.
Is it repose?

It sounds indefinable, but it is not.

It just passes all understanding.

The definition?

Peace is the fruit of intimate communion with Jesus Christ.
Anything else that masquerades as peace is false, will fall, will fail, will fly away.

Facts are: Constantly working hard to capture all the runaway part of your own self-manufactured peace and keep them somehow glued together
is not a very peaceful existence.

Getting the Prince of Peace to do it for you is—mmm—peaceful.
He just gives us peace, His peace.

Of course, such a great gift would be wrapped and need to be unwrapped
before we could use it, right?

The wrapping is Jesus, Himself, and the unwrapping is as easy as letting go—
and as difficult.

Actually, this gift is a trade.
We give up our own peace and trade it to Him for His peace,
as when we trade in a bent and sweaty ticket for the ride, itself.

And He paid for the ticket.

And our hands were what bent and soiled it.

So simple, some people let it insult them.
Some people are so accustomed to a difficult peace
that they disdain something so simple.

Posted in Blessings of Habit, Inspiring, Wisdom

I have been asleep…

Taking a nap or...
Taking a nap… (Photo credit: unertlkm)

. . . but I have not dreamed.

Dreaming, except for nightmares, can be great fun. I can get into some real fixes and then get out just by waking up! After that, I try to figure what I must have eaten before bed, to cause such craziness in the head.

Don’t you?

“House” dreams are supposed to be about ourselves. So when I dreamed about a huge house with a flooded basement, I’m not sure I had such a great supper that night.

I much prefer the one where the staircase leads upward, to hundreds of elegantly appointed bedrooms.

My favorite dreams, I believe, are when I dream about sleeping. Mmm . . .

I also have the other type of dreams, when wide-awake, planning wonderful projects I will do next year. These dreams are haunting and therefore remind me of nightmares.

I am supposed to act on them, to perfect everything I need before I can get started. Losing weight, writing a book, finishing the afghan, unpacking the last box from moving several years ago, all fit that category. I should be making these dreams come true, but something keeps waking me up from real life, and it is not clear WHAT.

Once upon a time, I had weeding and weighing in good shape. Same for ironing. Really.

Was I simply setting a good example so my children would grow up with good habits? That’s a good modus. However, now that no one is watching me . . .

Well, the Lord is watching, right?

Once I was motivated by love for others, my little others who surrounded my skirts with neediness. I now must find motivation only in doing what is right.

I have choices. I don’t like who I see living inside this rules-bound exterior.

The last child is gone. Can I afford to do my own thing? Am I really my own puppy? Do I need to rethink?

I have slept.

It’s time to wake up.

Posted in Health, Home School, Inspiring, Wisdom

Did You Learn to Swim in a Sewer?

English: Mind that Fence. As the sign says at ...
Mind that Fence. As the sign says at Maltby sewage works, ‘Health and Safety is no accident’, perhaps the loose temporary fence panel could learn a lesson from this.

They say life out there is sink or swim.

They say we learn to socialize by socializing. You know — make enough social errors and you’ll learn, eventually.

What if our children are, instead, just learning to like the smell of sewage?

Or that it is good?

I never could get used to it.

People kept splashing sewage all over me.

Told me I was too sensitive.

Sighs.

I kinda wish more were. How about you?

Anyway, I found a Stream of Water that is Alive and cordoned off the section of sewer where it was entering, for my children to learn to swim.

Also gave them swimming lessons, instead of just throwing them in and hoping.

Made more sense to me.

How about you?

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photo credit: Wikipedia

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Weekly Photo Challenge: MINE!!!!!

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At the Reception for Our Youngest and His New Bride
I am his and he is mine.

I am as tired as I look, here, but after two weeks of no rest, yet, I am beginning to feel better.

So much going on.

Bathroom repair necessitating my painting two walls.

Special events at church.

Taking a few short video courses.

Internet flailing. I think that must be an epidemic, as WordPress AND Social Triggers both have also played into my lateness, here, due to malfunctions. Ah, well.

Several large pieces of furniture vanishing when the last two left the nest, and needing replacements.

Empty rooms to spring clean. I know; it’s autumn.

And — drumroll, here — with moderate rains arriving, the blessings of mowing chores.

Still, this photo just gives me a glow. I seldom look this good, so I guess he brings out the best in me.