What gets you through a boring or tough day?

I like to look forward to a yummy meal or a fun time out. Maybe a vacation, or a project with one of my kids.

But some days nothing gets me through except for clinging to promises like the one found in the Bible, in the book of Jeremiah, chapter 29, verse 11:

“I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord. “Plans to prosper you and not to harm you; plans to give you a hope and a future.”

Several months ago this promise came up in conversation with a friend (I don’t remember how). His response was that it is funny how everyone claims that promise when it is not one that we can use anymore. Why? Because it is an Old Testament promise to the Jews, and since Jesus came, none of those are in effect any longer.

I had to agree that Jesus did change a lot with the New Testament, Jeremiah is definitely in the Old Testament, and I was not born a Jew, but something didn’t seem quite right with my friends’ comment. However it was made off-handedly at the start of a social function, so I had little time to ponder it. And with the buzz of the holidays, it was pushed from my mind.

Last week, I was found to be in need of that promise at the end of a particularly mundane day, and wondered, can I really claim it?

Then I remembered what the Bible says about me being grafted into all of the promises given to the Jews since I have become part of God’s family by trusting in Jesus death and resurrection. The Bible also says that Jesus came to fulfill all of the Old Testament promises, not to get rid of them. Therefore, the promise in Jeremiah that God is for me and has good things for me still stands.

Thanks, God, for not letting anyone take your promises away from us!

What’s one of your favorite promises in the Bible?

Wear lava-proof underwear.

I learned this imortant information today from my 10-year-old Aspie during lunch, and thought I would pass it along.

He is learning about volcanoes in science class right now, so asked Friday if we would be able to make some lava at home. I had to inform him that, unfortunately (thankfully!) we do not have equipment capable of generating enough heat to melt rocks. “But it sure would be cool if we could,” was my supportive response.

 

This from my third-grader, after unsuccessfully trying to entice our four-year-old cat, who is hiding under the dining room table, trying to escape the energetic playfulness of the 7-month-old kitten, to eat a treat:

“Cats take things way too seriously!”

And so do people with ASD. Actually, just like cats, we take the wrong things seriously, and don’t take the right things seriously, at least according to a neurotypical person’s point of view.

There is a book called, “All Cats Have Asperger’s Syndrome.” I have not read it, but have heard that it is wonderfully funny. I know my cat definitely does!

I feel like the hometown girl has won Miss America! I have never lived in Kenosha, but I consider it a home for my heart – my mom grew up there, along with her five sisters, two brothers and large Irish-Italian extended family. My grandparents and most of my aunts, uncles and cousins still call it home.

My grandfather’s father immigrated there from Italy, along with a lot of fellow Italians from Cosenza. He married a French – Canadian gal whose family had immigrated from Quebec. He worked in a mattress factory and never learned how to read or write in English, but after he retired, he spent his time biking around the city bringing flowers and visiting with people in the local hospitals. His son, my grandpa has followed his example and has always been very involved in making the city of Kenosha a wonderful place to live through his hard work, and involvement in numerous civic groups. And he always had time to joke with us when we came to visit.

My grandmother, too has spent her life making Kenosha a wonderful place by teaching preschool for years, and always having a welcoming, spotless home with scrumptious spaghetti and meatballs. And don’t forget the Knox blocks waiting for us when were kids. I am so proud  of my grandparents, if you can’t tell. So Kenosha will always be one of my hometowns!

Never mind that I have always lived in Minnesota.

I got a real kick out of this line in the front page article of our local paper, the St. Paul Pioneer Press:

“More and more environmentalists and scientists talk about the planet as a complex system, one that human beings must aggressively monitor, manage and sometimes re-engineer.”

I don’t know about the whole “re-engineer” idea, but the “manage” part sure sounds familiar:

Then God said, ”Let us make human beings in our image, in our likeness, and let them rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock, over all the earth, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.”

So  God created humans in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.

God blessed them and said to them, “Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air and over every living creature that moves on the ground.”

Genesis 1:26 – 28

That term, “rule,” sounds a little harsh, unless we remember what God means by that.

Jesus said to them, “The kings of the Gentiles lord it over them; and those who exercise autority over them call themselves Benefactors. But you are not to be like that. Instead, the greatest among you should be like the youngest, and the one who rules like the one who serves.”

Luke 22:25 – 26

Hi everyone,

I hope you had a good holiday season. Ours went remarkably well this year – no illnesses, everyone likes their gifts and we were able to hang out a lot with family and friends, but still had plenty of time to just relax.

The new excitement this year is the kitten we are babysitting for a friend. She just arrived two days ago, so she and our cat are still trying to adjust to each other, but no fur has flown yet. I think that is a good sign.

Anyway, at the end of the first day Puka (“Pooka” – it is Hawaiian, but I don’t remember for what), was very tired. She is a sociable cat, which our cat is not, so my kids were thrilled to have a pet that actually wanted to play. I helped her find her bed, which she happily flopped down in.

Our ten-year-old Aspie hurried over to the piano and began picking out the sweetest rendition of Brahms Lullaby. He has never played the song before, never even seen music for it and has only been studying piano for a little over a year. He may struggle in some areas, but music is not one of them! It was so sweet to see him sharing his gift.

Several years ago we planned to take a family trip to China to visit friends, so had to get new passports for our kids. However, after turning the house upside down several times we could not find the kids’ birth certificates. Before I got around to getting new copies, we decided that then was not the best time to go, so scrapped the idea of updating the passports.

Fast forward a couple of years, and listen to my daughter whine at me about how her good friend at school goes to Mexico over spring break, and why can’t she go to another country for vacation? I explained that to go out of the country she would need a new passport. “Then get me one,” was her reply. So a month or so ago I promised her that I would go get new copies of her and her brother’s birth certificates so that we could get updated passports. I told her that I didn’t think we would go to Mexico anytime soon, but could go to Canada. She thought that would be fine.

So as not to be chastised when I picked her up after school, I dutifully made my way from school to the county courthouse. On the way to the courthouse, I passed by another  location of a restaurant that my husband and I had just tried several weeks before, and had loved! I thought of friends who  lived in the area that we hadn’t seen in awhile, and decided that I would invite them to meet us at that restaurant for lunch.

I got the birth certificates, drove home and immediately got onto my email to send an invite to our friends. They were available, which brings us to today (well, technically yesterday, since it is now past midnight).

While enjoying lunch together, my husband, who is an electrical engineer by training, shared how God had helped him fix an electrical problem with the neighbor’s car earlier in the week. Our friend’s perked up, “Really? We have a possible electrical problem with our car that we were told may be very expensive to fix, so were just praying about how we could deal with it. Would you come and look at our car?”

Since we had nothing planned for the afternoon, no problem. So my husband worked on the car with the guy, while I sat inside chatting with the gal. Somehow she and I got on the subject of me being a retired technical writer, so she asked if I would be willing to read their newsletter and edit it. Well, ok. I enjoy doing that, so she went and got it.

Several hours later, with the car running, the newsletter edited and a lot of fun conversation along the way, it was time for my husband and I to go. We had a houseful of friends coming over for a Christmas party this evening. As we were heading out, the guy mentioned that he would like to get the newsletter into a great looking format. I have no skill in that area (as you may have noticed from my near-total reliance on the formatting ability of the WordPress team) but I have a friend, we’ll call him M, who is quite talented in graphic design who was going to be at the Christmas party tonight!

The guy was thrilled with that possiblity. After asking M’s wife if he actually had time to work on such a project, and getting her ok to talk to him about it, I approached him. M was thrilled to use his skills to help the guy and in turn to network with the guy, as they both are in similar lines of work – bringing the Gospel to people both here in the US and around the world.

I’m thinking angels took those first birth certificates!

 

Mmmm, just had the last of the sweet potatoes, and came up with another creative use for jellied cranberry sauce – salad dressing. It was fabulous on my romaine and pecan salad.

Another creative way that I have found to eat cranberry sauce – oatmeal mix-in.

Though I am enjoying the challenge of finding ways to eat 4 cups of leftover cranberry sauce, next year I will only serve one can of sauce instead of three!

My husband and I had a wonderful time this past Sunday at dinner and a show in quaint Excelsior, MN - it’s my parents’ annual gift to us adult kids.

The show was cute, cheesy, funny, and had a surprisingly good message. The main character, Opal, believes the best in everyone, always. And in the end, she wins out.

At first I thought, well, that was a cute ending to the show. But then I realized, that is what God has asked of me: to always believe the best in those he has in my life to love. And that is what He has promised me: I will win out in the end if I follow that way.

I’ve got a long way to go, but it sure was a fun way to be reminded of where I should be heading.

Thanks, Opal!

A blogging mom that I follow had this on her list of things she’s lovin’ today: Seeing maturity in my kids.

Just this morning I was feeling like life is finally more fun than frustration, more peace than chaos. Some of it is due to my better listening to God, but a lot of it is due to the little people in the house starting to grow up.

Oh, there is still a long way to go for them, and me, but I sure am lovin where we are!

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