Posts Categorized: Faithfulness

There Were Friends. And There Was Fun!


It was Fun with Friends, and it was very good.

I’ve spent each evening this week at church, with the little kids (Pre-K’s and Kindergarteners). The first through sixth graders were having Music Camp, and we were having Fun with Friends. Literally. We did ART, and lots of it. Sunday was Collage Night. Monday was Drawing Night. Tuesday was Painting  Night. Wednesday was Printing Night. And Thursday was Sculpture Night. As usual, there was Tall Painting. And I was sure you’d want to see photos.

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Many evenings, I don’t stay up and watch the television weather forecast. Sometimes, I don’t see any of the late news at all. I actually still read a newspaper most every day, and get my information that way. (We do still get a paper each day. And I scan it, reading the headlines and the first paragraphs at least, of most stories. David on the other hand, reads every single word! He’s paying for all those words, and, oh, yes, he’s going to read each and every one of them! But!! I’m not really talking about newspapers. I’m talking about the weather! ref: the title of this piece)

Anyway, Sunday night, I hadn’t watched the weather report. So, I don’t know what the forecast was. But, whatever it was, I was unprepared for what happened.

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Curbs. ? or !

One afternoon last July, Kevin and April and Jeremy were here, trying to get some work done, and they suggested that they might be more

It seems to me that, from a toddler's eye view, this would be a scary, deep, dark cavern, to be avoided at all costs. Apparently, toddlers are much more adventurous than I am. And they fit much better, too.

It seems to me that, from a toddler’s eye view, this would be a scary, deep, dark cavern, to be avoided at all costs. Apparently, toddlers are much more adventurous than I am. And they fit much better, too.

productive if Toddler Peter weren’t in the house, wanting to sit in their laps, around the table. So he and I went to WalMart. We walked into the store and toward the shopping carts, where Peter was thrilled to spy this tunnel-ish sort of walkway, thoughtfully provided by the WalMart people for the entertainment of little folks. He walked a little way in, could not be convinced to walk back towards me, so I had to wriggle in, grab him, and wriggle back out, where I popped him into a cart and strapped him in…securely, so we could go and get our shopping done.

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Reuse! Recycle! Repeat!

A couple of weeks ago, I was cleaning up, and I gathered some things to toss in the blue recycle bin, which gets picked up every other Monday

Recyclables that I'm still reluctant to get rid of

Recyclables that I’m still reluctant to get rid of

(except, of course, for Monday holidays, when the alternate pickup day is Wednesday). There’s always the accumulated newspapers, junk mail, and the envelopes, etc. from the real mail. There was also a shoe box, a paper pulp egg carton, and some cardboard tubes from paper towels and wrapping paper and tape.

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Maybe I Wouldn’t Like Winter as Much If I Lived Someplace Where Winters are Fierce and Long

But, I don’t live someplace where the winters are fierce and long. I live someplace where winters are short and pretty mild. It never seems long enough, and I’m never really ready for spring when it hits. Okay, maybe it doesn’t hit. But it does jump in pretty quickly and intensely, and, two weeks later, summer arrives, and it does hit. Big.

I’m never ready for spring because I’m not ready to stop wearing my winter clothes. I wear the warm weather clothes for MONTHS! I am always weary of them by the time cool weather arrives, and cannot wait to wash them one last time and put them away for next year. Then, I have to get them out again, when the weather warms back up, wear them for a few more weeks, wash them, and put them away, again, for next year. Then, a couple of weeks later, I have to get them out again. I continue to let myself be fooled by that one morning when there’s a chill in the air that says fall is coming. I forget that the next day, the temperature will be in the 90’s again (or higher).

So, when winter really does settle in for good, in, say, November, I’m ready. And, truly, I’ve been shivering these past few January days, and drinking lots of hot tea, and making soup, and feeling pretty chilled most of the time. But it’s winter and it’s supposed to be that way!  (And I completely understand that it’s easy for me to be happy with that wintery, bitter cold weather, because it lasted for about a week and a half, and yesterday, it was 72.)

But I like winter for other reasons.


And I really do enjoy what happens to the landscape.

I like that things don’t have to be watered nearly as much (and the water bill drops). And I like what happens to the trees.


God spoke: “Lights! Come out!
        Shine in Heaven’s sky!
    Separate Day from Night.
        Mark seasons and days and years,

Genesis 1:14 (the Message)

And, I really do like the coziness of the early darkness in the winter months. I know it can be overwhelming and depressing and oppressive for folks who live in more northern latitudes than I. I might grow weary and stir-crazy if winter lasted longer than the comparative brief time it does here in Waco, Texas. But honestly, I’m never quite ready for it to end. I usually keep a couple of sweaters and heavy shirts in the closet longer than is reasonable, just in case.



Hey! Is That Your Shadow? Is It *My* Shadow!

I know, all of you who live beyond the mildness of Central Texas smirk and roll your eyes when we talk about how

The big coat AND the pashmina, which I didn't realize I needed until I got one (and went to New York one October).

The big coat AND the pashmina, which I didn’t realize I needed until I got one (and went to New York one October).

cold it gets, sometimes, often once each winter. (There have indeed been winters when I never got my big coat out of the closet. There have been winters when I needed the big coat and couldn’t remember where it was.)

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