Thursday, February 15, 2018

Beauty Queens!

Are you safe? Are you whole? Are you well?

Horton hears a who
Horton was holding the entire Whoville apart from their demise and asked were they well. I feel almost like that with you this far away from home.

What a sad day for those parents in Florida when a crazy person wickedly sets himself upon doing a dastardly deed? I simply cannot imagine the anger and the fear and the anguish of those poor children and their parents. It is beyond belief that they have had to go through this horror at school. I am sure that you, like me are brooding in prayer with the hearts of these suffering people in your every thought and prayer, as they endure this great trial. May God give them comforts and rest in their great pain and loss. The loss of security, life, peace and safety are not small things to lose. Let us not take for granted the good days and the times of comfort and rest that we enjoy. Let us thank God everyday that we are enjoying apart from catastrophes happening personal and corporate. Let us be grateful and let us hold these fellow Americans up to the only hope of comfort in these trying times.

Saturday, February 10, 2018

In Sync with the Spirit?

The Holy Spirit clearly woke you and moved upon you to call us, so that Ezzy wouldn't be late for school. He is amazing. Isn't He?

Well, it wasn't my mommy's birthday until today and God used you so much to prepare me for the sibling rivalry which is always the feeling when I call my mommy. I have very accomplished siblings and the exhortations that you gave me were in preparation for the eldest child jealousy that is always alive in my heart. You said to me, "I am so sick of you eldest children always having to be first." That was a reproof that found it's target deep in my soul and kept me from the instigation of harmful banter which is sometimes my habit when I talk to my sisters or my mother. We are like cats sometimes scratching each other and we don't mean it. God used you to declaw me before I finally called my mother, yesterday.

I called her and she was on the phone with Ju, which is a constant{I should be jealous}. I am not jealous, but I have carved my identity as being counter Ju in calling. Jackie is my mother's provoker to earthly effectiveness. She, like yourself, has my mother's ear for counsel on earthly things and I have found my purpose in yesterday's conversation, because of my conversation with you. I said, I can find a place of encouragement to my mommy, like Evie did to me. I had given up on finding that kind of place, for the burden of conflict that has been our history. Yesterday, however, we found a place of common ground in the most unlikely place: the place of wormwood! I shared my observations from scripture and she shared her observations and it seemed that God had paved that path for us through the Screwtape Letters. She had her copy right next to her bed, like you do and we were finding common expression through years of disjointed expression and misunderstandings. We have always talked well, but I have taken the posture of daughter and receiver and not of instructor, because of the intimidation. I feel that my heart has taken a place of encouragement to be more assertive. I was so blessed by my daughters all challenging me on so many levels that it made me more desire to be like that with my mother. I'm glad we've lived long enough to sense this growth to peer-like challenges.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

What to do when your dear friend or family seems to be demeaning your heritage or family?

ie.Bodden Chicken, "you are acting like a Bodden!", That's just like the Boddens do things!, etc.
I don't like it, but I laugh along. I know that we are like the "Unimind!" LGM's, etc. Those are my characterizations and I can laugh at it. But sometimes the characterizations hurt! :( Waaaaaaa! Mommy, they are making fun of us, is what you want to say. It starts with the SAT's and tests like that where they find a question that makes everything in your soul crawl and seethe with anger. They talk about fat people and Christians and Black people and Southerners and Northerners and New Yorkers and I feel like getting them back. Could they possibly have a good motive and a friendly reason for hurting my feelings like that?

It is hard being sensitive. Education does some to help you to put on a stoic expression, when you are hurt or seething. It is kind of like childbirth classes. You know it is going to happen, but when it does all the classes go out of the window and it is every expression for itself!

Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good!
Even after much prayer and crying, you have questions about what you did to cause this and what could you have done to have prevented it. God is growing you and strengthening you for this time, so that you can be more sensitive to others' pain, when they go through it. How could I be going through puberty again? Come and lift up your sorrows and learn to laugh with and at yourself and how people may or might characature you in life and practice. Your tears mean that you are not an idol. You are human! Keep getting up from those skinned knees and you will become a great and mightily used woman of God!

Friday, January 26, 2018

You are not here to experience the trepidation and fear and growth as a family

that we face as we stand outside of the door of saying goodbye to our dear dog Emma!
We are all stumbling over ourselves. I hope that your message to God's people on Sunday will reflect the hope that we all feel that one day, no person or dog will ever go through these horrors and sad occurrences again.Your father and Enoch are growing in their leadership and teamwork with eachother. They are seeing that masculinity lends, with its receipt, a responsibility to protect and do things that are very difficult.

I do wish that you would have seen them in the teamwork of cleaning her, in her most scrungiest moments of suffering. Enoch had to direct much of the operation, because your father was beside himself that it had come to this.

NObody looks at their puppy and imagines that she will one day become completely incapacitated. Those same legs that woke each day and ran and jumped and helped us in so many ways throughout her, seemingly short life, would crumble under her so that she can't even stand or move herself. Jesus is with us, even now.

It is hard because Emma represents our childhood in NC. She stood with us through the pains of adjustment from the big city to the "boonies", so to speak. We stand at the door of her departure and attempt to hold onto the childhood that her life touched for each of us. She was there for the changes from elementary to middle school and rejoiced each day, when the little feet came home from school! I am so sorry when I see Ezzy with no happy greeting or happy goodbye from this canine friend that came to live with us. She was there from "counting the quarintas" to the "evacuation drill". It was as if God knew that her heart couldn't rest, if she really thought that she had let one of the sheep escape and she had to know where you had gone to, each time you left. She got to sleep in your room and say goodbye to that part of her care of you.

We are learning, in this epoch of our family dynamic, to respect each other's gifts and contributions to the family. Enoch has been directing and taking the authority of caring for Emma. He is very tired of that responsibility and it is coming to a very real end soon. At this point, I would get another Border-Collie, but we are swiftly becoming individuals and I don't think there will be a group for her to herd.

We wish you all the best in your message, this Sunday and we would be there to support, if we could. Do well!