Happy New Year!

My only New Year’s Resolution: Pray more. Pray faithfully. Pray humbly. Pray. Notice the man to whom this quote is attributed. He was a wise man:

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Praying a blessed and godly New Year to everyone. Thank you for supporting this blog, some of you right from the beginning back in April 2012–nearly ten years! I can speak only for myself here, but writing and studying to write has been a true blessing in every way. I’ve learned so much, and I expect that I could go back and write about the same books of the Bible over again, and learn still more. It is never old, never boring, inexhaustible in its supply of knowledge, encouragement, reprimand, and blessing. I have developed an even deeper love for God’s Word, and I’m so thankful He laid it on my heart and mind to write this blog. I leave you with an old favorite song:

Late Today: A Lesson Learned

This is not a Bible study today. It is a life lesson. You’d think, by age 74, I wouldn’t still be needing to learn life lessons, right? No, not right. Because, see, as you age, circumstances change, and you need to be able to adapt to the changes. Some of which you never even thought about, right? Right!

I remember, many years ago, being at Aunt Lucy’s place. She was a delightful woman, with a hearty laugh. It was a family reunion of sorts, and for some of us it had been 20+ years since we had seen each other.

I had four little ones to deal with, so I’m sure I missed a lot of what was going on, but one thing is very clear in my memory. Aunt Lucy has asked Uncle Everett to clip her toenails. He did so, being very careful, and I vaguely remember them laughing and talking quietly together while he worked. At the time, I thought it strange that she couldn’t do it herself, but the incident was consigned to a remote place in my brain. Until this morning.

I needed to clip my toenails. There was one that was encroaching on the toe next to to it, and it needed to be brought back inside its own boundaries.

Well, my body doesn’t bend and flex as easily as it used to. And the naughty toe was the little toe on my left foot, which involved having to cross that leg over my right knee, which effectively obscured my view of the offending toenail. Huh.

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Remember when you could do this?

No problem, when everything is flexible and your eyesight hasn’t gone wonky.

So. I put my readers on, switched on my bedside reading light, and tried to situate my toe so I could see it. I have a cool pair of clippers that work really well, most of the time.

Ready, set, GO!OWWWW!

I clipped my toe, but the nail is still intact!

Wrapped a kleenex around the toe I’d nearly amputated, hobbled to the bathroom, managed to soak up the blood and get a bandaid around the toe. THEN I went to ask my longsuffering husband for help. When I told him what I’d done, he gave this LOOK, like “are you nuts or something?” What he said was, “Why didn’t you just ask me to do it? You know I would have been glad to help.”

After I finished shrinking down to about 2 inches, I said, “I thought I could do it myself. I’ve ALWAYS done it myself!” And suddenly that picture of my Aunt Lucy and Uncle Everett flashed into my mind, and all I could think of was, “But they were OLD when that happened!”

Right, Linda. They were about the same age you are now. Duh.

Terry patched me up and cleaned up the blood trail. He said, “Ask me next time.” I will.

Lesson learned: If you can’t see it, don’t use a toenail clipper on it.

That’s all I have to offer you today. Profound, huh?

I’m hoping to be back to my normal routine tomorrow.

Just Stopping By

Happy October, everyone. My favorite fall month. Cool nights, gorgeous days, color everywhere!

It’s so late in the day that I’m going to skip my usual post, as I did yesterday. Had a profitable dr. appt. yesterday, hoping to regain full use of my foot over time as I do the stretching, etc. that he recommended. Still have pain but it should decrease slowly.

And I’ll see you tomorrow, unless I sleep half the day away AGAIN! I don’t normally sleep past 8 a.m. and am usually awake before then, but not today. Not sure what’s up with that.

What I love about October:

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Hard to stop. Treasure every single day of this beautiful month, even the dreary, drippy, cold ones. Those days are the tax we pay for the beautiful ones 🙂

Merry Christmas!

I’m giving myself a couple of days off, so will pick up in the book of John again after Christmas.

You know, we can hardly think of the birth of Jesus without also thinking of His death and resurrection. The whole story is one of great love, sacrifice, suffering, and triumph–not just for Him, but for us as well.

If you are not sure you know you are born again and on your way to heaven, I urge you to read John’s gospel. The whole story is there.

I’m praying that you all manage to put aside all the negativity and anger this year has engendered as you take time out to enjoy this holiday and the reason behind it. Here’s a lovely song to help you get into the spirit of Christmas.

A Short Note

I’m up a bit earlier today, so I have time to just stop in.

We had such a good time last night. The friends who are housing three of our family came for supper. Janan and Mike put on a veritable feast :). We ate, laughed, ate, talked, sang a little bit at one point, laughed some more. After a while the. young people had enough of listening to us oldsters, so they peeled off for a hot game of Phase Ten and a lot of uproarious laughter.

Two things: I’ve reached an age at which I am more than happy to surrender my kitchen to capable younger folks. It’s a huge blessing to go lie down while someone else occupies your kitchen. Don’t be afraid to do that. I felt like a pampered queen.

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The Queen is resting!

Second: I was glad when the young adults felt free to drift into another room. You shouldn’t be required to listen endlessly to the older generation reminisce. They had a blast, and so did we.

Don’t make a lot of rules when your family is visiting. Just relax, enjoy the clamor and the mess. Treasure the moment.

You don’t know if it will ever happen again!

Saturday Memories

I had a restless night, and woke up late this morning. Took me several seconds to get oriented to what day of the week it is. Lots of people say that not being in their regular routine makes one day seem like all the others.

Anyway, I got to thinking about Saturdays as I was growing up. Saturday was chore day. Mom took care of the week’s laundry down in the basement. It was a lot more work then. Wringer washer, no dryer. In good weather, she could hang things outside. In not-so-good weather, there were lines in the basement for hanging the wet clothes. It was also the time of mixing her own starch, blue and pleasant-smelling, for Dad’s white shirts. As things dried, she took them down, sprinkled from a coke bottle filled with water and corked with a gadget that had holes in it. She rolled the clothes up, put them in her plastic ironing bag, and zipped it shut. In hot weather, the bag went into the fridge. We didn’t have the conveniences of wrinkle-free fabrics back then. We learned to iron pillow cases, handkerchiefs, and all our own clothes when Mom felt we were capable of handling a hot iron. I always enjoyed the smell the heat of the iron released from the clean clothing.

While all that was going on downstairs, my sister and I were cleaning. We had it divided up, and switched off every other week. I don’t remember the details now, but it seems that the one who did the floors also cleaned the bathroom. The other did the dusting (lots of woodwork back then) and the general picking up, putting away, and taking out the trash. I hated dusting. Still do. Boring and futile.

Our tools: Dust mop, carpet sweeper, rags, furniture polish, cleanser. We didn’t have a vacuum until later, but that carpet sweeper did a good job.

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Once the chores were finished, we were free to go outdoors, or, if the weather was bad, to stay in and read, play games, listen to music, or maybe bake a batch of cookies or some other dessert. Mom rested on Saturday afternoons. She worked full time at a bank in downtown Minneapolis, and she treasured her Saturdays.

Saturday night was bath-and-hair-washing night. Afterward, Mom would set our hair by making tight pin curls anchored with Bobbie pins. The result the next day was a Shirley Temple look, but parted down the middle, no bangs. I remember asking her if I could start doing my own hair when I was around eight years old. There were some disasters along the way, but at least I didn’t have that awful headful of fuzzy curls any more!

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Shirley was such a cute little girl!

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In our pre-teens and early teens, we wore long pony tails. Everyone did 🙂

Well, it’s just the two of us now, going on 51 years together. No little kids to help with household tasks. Saturdays are not organized the way they were when I was growing up, or even when our kids were still at home. It’s a relaxing day, though, now that we’re finished with extracurricular school activities and such. And right now, it seems like any other day. I’m hearing different predictions: The lockdown ends May 1; no, June 1; no, depends on statistics; no, partial lifting of suggested restrictions. Bottom line: No one really knows for sure.

I noticed a post on Facebook this morning about old-fashioned Depression-style cooking. I’ll probably take a look, but I grew up with a mother who grew up during the Depression. I already know how to cook inexpensive, hearty food. I know how to substitute one ingredient for another; and how to make meat-free meals that really do fill you up. Nothing new, is there?

Happy Saturday to you, however you spend it 🙂

Saturday Already?

I woke up around 2 a.m., attended to what woke me up. Crawled back into bed, realized quickly that sleep was not going to come easily. Struggled to get comfy, turned on my bedside lamp and opened my book. Right now I’m reading A View Across the Rooftops by Suzanne Kelman. It’s a story about the Nazi occupation of Holland, their brutal extinction of the Jews in Amsterdam, and the end of WWII. It’s not an easy story to read, but it is well worth the effort.

I found I was becoming more and more restless, however, and finally had to get up around 4 a.m. I have restless leg syndrome, and it’s usually under good control due to the advice I received on Facebook from many friends. But this time? Not any relief. I finally resorted to an excellent standby–veterinarian horse liniment! The old gray mare is feeling less jumpy 🙂

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I get mine at the tractor supply. My chiropractor suggested it some years ago, and it truly is helpful.

However, I’m awake now. Wide awake. It’s 5:30 a.m. and I’ve been awake since 3:30 or so, finally got up at 4 a.m. I wonder what the day will bring. Brain fog will set in early, I think!

Anyway, thinking about some things. I had a delightful day yesterday. It was what I’ve begun to call my Teaching Day at church. At 11 a.m. I have a women’s Bible study group. We had some new faces there yesterday. We had our first session in the book of Hebrews, and boy, am I ever loving it already! A friend suggested a book by Nancy Guthrie, Hoping for Something Better. I don’t usually like to teach from any book but the Bible, but this book is outstanding. I am definitely using the Bible as the main focus for study, but Guthrie has done an outstanding job of breaking down the book of Hebrews into clear and simple terms.

Yesterday, we looked at the theme of the book of Hebrews, established in chapter one, verse one: “God, who at sundry times and in divers manners spake in time past unto the fathers by the prophets.” The very first word in the book is the theme of the book. God is the center of the whole Bible.

I’m blogging the book of John right now, and it’s very easy to tie it to the study in Hebrews. John is all about Jesus, the Son of God. Let me tell you, these studies are life-changing!

I go from the Bible study group to my homeschool co-op history class. A great bunch of young people, they are interested and they participate! Can you imagine, we actually have FUN in history class? Right now we’re looking at some of the ways God intervened in the efforts of the Pilgrims to leave Holland and journey for 66 storm-filled days in a ship that was approximately the length of a volleyball court. It was tossed in those storms like a cork, up one gigantic wave and down another. Seasickness was terrible and unavoidable. They didn’t have Dramamine back then 🙂 There are stories of the way God both took life and preserved life.

When the Mayflower finally dropped anchor near what is now Provincetown, the first thing they did was thank God for protecting them during that miserable voyage. Then they set about to write a short document about how a “civil body politic” could be governed by rules agreed upon by all of them. The Mayflower Compact was the first written constitution, if you will, in the New World. It was about 150 years ahead of America’s Constitution.

I was curious about that wording, “body politic,” so of course I did some research. Simply stated, a “civil body politic” is a group of citizens acting together as a law making body.

Being a word nerd, I like to go to etymonline.com to learn the origin of words. Here’s the breakdown of the word politic: early 15c., “pertaining to public affairs,” from Middle French politique “political” (14c.) and directly from Latin politicus “of citizens or the state, civil, civic,” from Greek politikos “of citizens, pertaining to the state and its administration; pertaining to public life,” from polites “citizen,” from polis “city” (see polis). Replaced in most adjectival senses by political. From mid-15c. as “prudent, judicious.”

I wonder what those Pilgrims from 400 years ago would think of politics in America today. Probably not much. They prayed about everything, seeking God’s leading. Most of today’s politicians don’t spend a whole lot of time in prayer unless it makes them look good to their constituents. How do I know that? Well, people who walk with God and seek Him daily are not typified by lying.

Okay, that’s enough. I’m feeling a bit sleepy!