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Category: Humor
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Married to a Photographer
My husband has decided to take a photo a day for 2019. This had been quite a venture! First it is difficult for him to take just one photo, so he shoots things that interest him or depict the day. Most of them are lovely in my eyes. He deletes and deletes and feels fortunate when he is left with one photo at the end of the cutting session.
Later this year we are planning a month long road trip. We have maps and books and markers to highlight the points of interest and routes. We have ordered triptiks from AAA and planned which route we will take first if winter decides to linger and make our travel miserable. Now if the government shuts down again, that is an entirely different thing. AGGRAVATION! When we visited Yellowstone a few years ago, our trip was cut short by one day when they closed the gates.
Oh my! We took a recent road trip to northern Indiana. It was a gorgeous sunny day. Cold, but lovely. Recently the entire area had drenching rains and then a cold snap. Rivers and creeks rose and ice formed around trees and along the banks. There were even weird shapes on some ponds where the high wind had whipped up the water and it froze in waves. The Wabash river was flooded for miles and miles and miles.
After multiple stops at many places for’ just one more photo,’ my husband realized that at this rate, when we make our long trip we will never make it to St. Louis on the first day! His caveat: “Of course, we have already been to St. Louis.”
I don’t object to all of this unless of course, the car door is left open and it is 20 degrees outside. Solution, turn up the heater and put fan on a higher speed. When we are obstructing the passage of other cars I would prefer a blinker or the flashers be turned on to help them see us as NOT moving. When he got back in the car once and said, “Oops! I left the gear shift in drive.” I almost panicked, but we turned it to gratitude that nothing awful happened and laughed it off. From then on, when he jumped out I checked that gear shift, you betcha!
On the return trip home the next day we got caught in miserable snow squalls. Not many photos. Just glad to get home safely.
Grandgirl #1
On a recent outing Grandgirl #1 was wearing her favorite winter jacket. One button was hanging precariously. I suggested we pocket the button until we could sew it on. She had tied a knot in the thread. She asked if I could fix it for her? I told her certainly! If I had known she needed repairs I would have brought supplies and done it during our meeting.
This is the young lady who can spend hours designing and creating woven bracelets and bookmarks made from multiple strands of embroidery thread.
I had to wonder why she did not sew the button on herself? So the thought crossed my mind that perhaps she just wanted me to feel needed and useful!
After doing the repairs on every dangling button and loose button, I put the dry clean only jacket in the dryer on no heat with a dryer sheet. A friend had told me this method is quite effective for removing dog hair. When I took it out of the dryer there was less hair, but there was one more button that had come off. So I sewed it on. Afterwards I noticed it was right over the area of the upper pocket, where you can put your hands in for a quick warm-up. I did not want not remove it if she never used the pocket.
So I texted her and this is when she cracked me up! ”
Me: Do you use the upper pockets on your jacket or only the lower ones?
G-Girl#1: Where are the upper pockets?
Me: Guess you don’t then, huh? You have 2 sets of pockets on that jacket. You crack me up! The upper ones are fairly tiny.
G-Girl #1: Oh okay
I redid the button so she could actually USE those tiny pockets if she wanted. Then I put a dollar bill in each one and wonder now how long it will take her to find those once her Pop returns the coat tomorrow.
Oh the differences in generations! And the joy Grandgirls bring ;-D
Treasures in Plain Ear
Acts 2:2 (NKJV) And suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting.
For almost one year my husband has had to sleep with a cannula and 2 liters of oxygen each night. He does not like that, but tries to be compliant with his pulmonologist since the health crisis of January 2018.
Last night he awoke hearing something and asking “Is that You, Lord?”
His cannula had slipped in the night and was in his ear instead of his nostrils.
He awoke wondering what the sound was. He did not want to post that on Facebook, so I said I would need to use it for the blog. Written here with his permission!
Christmas Humor
In the grocery store our children and grandchildren often embarrass us. What might have been funny at home or in the car makes us cringe in public. Sometimes those same children can bless others tremendously. I think it is lovely when a preschooler is riding in a grocery basket singing “Yes, Jesus loves me!”
A few years ago I had the opportunity to be blessed by a child who obviously attended church. Whether he had recently learned Revelation 4:8 in his Nursery class or at home I will never know. We are told in that passage that around the throne of heaven there are four living creatures and day and night they never stop saying “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty, who was and is and is to come!”
So here is this kiddo, with dark hair and bright eyes, riding in Mom’s car hollering: “Holy, holy holy is the Lord!” I was in the next aisle over and enchanted to hear such a thing in the grocery. When they caught up with me in a few minutes in yet another aisle, he was still praising. Mom wanted to put her hand over his mouth and was trying to sush him a bit. I reminded her that the Psalmist said through the praise of children the Lord established a stronghold against the enemy! (Psalm 8:2) I encouraged her to let him go 😉 She was visibly relieved that someone appreciated his enthusiasm.
Wonder what would happen if all the believers declared such praise with such volume at the grocery store? A flash mob of joy!!
Ten Years Ago
I take opportunities to teach the Gospel whenever I can. Every year stick on decorations are made for sliding glass doors, etc. I had one I used for several years for our Grandkids to play with. They could arrange and re-arrange the pieces if they wanted to.
One year I picked up our youngest Grandgirl from nursery school and brought her home for lunch at our house. They had been learning about farms and farm animals. Old MacDonald was a new favorite song for singing in the car.
As she was eating her lunch she looked at the sliding glass door.
“Look Grammy, there’s Jesus, right in that barn!”
What a joy to have young’uns among us!
Lord, help me always to see with the eyes of a child. Help me celebrate You right in that barn and in my dining room!
Another Christmas Memory
The particular winter I am thinking about was approximately twelve years ago. It had been a windy autumn, more wind than usual. One neighbor had begun to decorate for Christmas. In their tradition, the Jesus baby was not put out until Christmas Day.
As we drove down the street, our oldest Grandgirl, then about five years old, noticed the figures. She said a classic line!
“I see Mary, and I see Joseph. I guess Jesus blowed away!”
We have mentioned her comment every year since. Such innocence and astute observation! If you can’t find Him, perhaps you can explain His absence?
May you know an increased awareness of Christ this season and throughout the coming year! Blessings to you.
“I see Mary, and I see Joseph. I guess Jesus blowed away!”
Advent Calendar
Someone mentioned on the radio that their Mom used to take an advent calendar and put a slip of paper in each day saying “I love it when you …” or “I love that you are …” It became a treasured memory of waiting for the birth of Jesus. Over our 48 years of marriage we have gathered many favorite decorations and memories. I thought this year it would be great to make something similar to this advent calendar for Bob.
To make it look rustic I took a piece of burlap. Then made little pockets to hold the papers. Placed them on the burlap in the shape of a tree. Sewed them in place and numbered them. Printed the I love you slips, cut them up and presented it to Bob on the first day of December. Gee! it sounds easier than it was when I was making it!
I almost gave up twice. The pockets were not very straight. The puff paint was a mess. I told Bob to think of it as American folk art, similar to Grandma Moses, not a precise creation. Often OCD must die when I do crafts.
Today is December 11 and he is enjoying the calendar. He says he will fill it next year for me.
Wise Men
One of my favorite sayings has been made in decorations of several sorts. One year for Christmas my daughter, Emily, gave us a star which hangs in our kitchen now.
Matthew 2:1-10 (HCSB) After Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of King Herod, wise men from the east arrived unexpectedly in Jerusalem, saying, “Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we saw His star in the east and have come to worship Him.”
“When King Herod heard this, he was deeply disturbed, and all Jerusalem with him. So he assembled all the chief priests and scribes of the people and asked them where the Messiah would be born. “In Bethlehem of Judea,” they told him, “because this is what was written by the prophet: And you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, are by no means least among the leaders of Judah: because out of you will come a leader who will shepherd My people Israel.”
“Then Herod secretly summoned the wise men and asked them the exact time the star appeared. He sent them to Bethlehem and said, “Go and search carefully for the child. When you find Him, report back to me so that I too can go and worship Him.” After hearing the king, they went on their way.
“And there it was—the star they had seen in the east! It led them until it came and stopped above the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were overjoyed beyond measure.”
Now we know little about these wise men. We do know that stars are most easily seen in a clear night sky. There is a man made star that we can see at this time annually when the people who own a house on the hill light it up. We see it from a four lane highway at 55 MPH.
The other day after church Bob decided he wanted to find where that house was, where that star was. We started off up the hill on a sunny Sunday afternoon circling into various subdivisions. Our hunt was for naught. Too many houses with private drives up there! We will just have to admire it from afar and be reminded as we pass that wise men were led to the Savior by a star.
I was giggling inside as we made our way home. What does it say about us that we were searching for a star on a sunny afternoon? Maybe not too wise? Except really good at wise cracks!
We do still seek the Savior to come and fill us at a greater depth during this season of Advent and all the year long.
Holy Water
There is a lovely Catholic place that I occasionally go to for retreat or special speakers. I was walking through the cafeteria one day and spotted something that has made me giggle repeatedly. Have you ever had a large jug of grape juice in your refrigerator? This was a repurposed jug sitting on a shelf.
On closer examination I saw what it was used for.
Of course, silly me. There had to be some way to get the water into the sanctuary. It just made me giggle! Lord, have mercy upon me.
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