Sunday, July 16, 2017

ON the Parsing of Phrases and Cliches

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In the War of Words and the Tongue our Measure and the Battle of “Railing Accusations”, I, nor the angels know exactly what it was that the Devil did that stole the Glory from God. We all look into this fierce heated furnace of taking the glory from God and try to avoid it.
We do well to simply say to the devil, “The Lord rebuke you!” He is a liar and the father of such. It seems that it is the pursuit of the angels to clean up the languages of the nations to shine forth the Glory of God, in the inner man. Wimbledon, this year seemed to represent that to me.
The glory of power, represented by the Williams’ sisters versus the glory of youth, represented by Garbine. I said, to myself it is astounding that she is Spanish. I always see Cervantes’ perceptions, when the Spanish are spotlighted. He seems still striving on their behalf.
A few years ago, I saw her touting her abilities and I said to myself, “What an impudent child, to think that she can beat the “Power”.” She said it and she proved her abilities in subsequent battles with them. She is a force to be reckoned with. She is a symbol of something godly. A humble demeanor and a fierce game was her uprising.
To use a movie reference, Is it audacious to think that a woman can swim the English Channel? Is it silly to think a twelve year old can win the Grand National with a horse of hers? {Natonal Velvet} It may be, but God is showing forth a greater battle of the rising to God on the humbling of our most mischievous part of our bodies, our tongues.
The match was held in secret, so I wasn’t privy to the details of the intricacies of the hammering of that truth. The outcome was obvious to me and to everyone. DeNada is more humble than “You’re Welcome”. It is really nothing, whatsoever we do that can be exalted in our own estimations or anothers.
Thank you, Thank you and again I thank you, said Ferrer. You are welcome, you are welcome said Mawi in response. Thank you is always welcome, but De Nada is more acceptable than You are welcome to it. Sometimes you’re welcome hides a bitter spirit of hoarding, etc.
At Trafalgar…Spain actually won in this battle~~~~go figure?

Saturday, July 8, 2017

the benefits and value of a playful laugh?

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I had the privilege of enjoying an inexplicable laugh with a little friend, yesterday. It made me remember a day that we went in the car with uncle and all 4 of our girls that were born at that time, couldn't stop laughing. Our dear cousins looked in the back of the car like we were strange. Uncle explained to our incredulous cousins that that is what girls do. They giggle. We giggled and giggled as much as we cried. Sometimes we provoked the giggles by a joke or a tickle, but most times we could just look at each other and find the joke.
Sometimes our dad didn't get the joke and he would try to control us and squash the joke. That is not a good thing to try to do as a dad. Let them giggle. Try to enter into the giggle as much as masculinely possible.
One good joke my father was able to laugh with us about, was when we made him our puppet. We put our hands through his arms and used our hands to act out what he was saying with his funny ladylike voice. We laughed for the whole night, each taking turns being dad's hands. I highly recommend that young fathers and old take time to giggle with their girls.

Monday, July 3, 2017

Appealing a grade without losing your decorum?

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tis a daunting task, suggests mother!
I read your request and I gave you my editorial corrections, for the most part. Personally, I believe in accepting an untoward grade and perhaps that is why I haven't graduated yet. It will all come out in the wash, I say. Still, I respect your use of the written word to implore a reconsideration of the grade, on your behalf. Our forfathers would have said "They crucified my Lord..." Is godliness accepting the decision of the teacher? Sometimes. A quiet request to reconsider is in order, I think. People will pay God for all of their unfair dolings. I'd see God's hand of humbling as in Shimei with David. I accept his cursings, said David. Maybe God will see it and have mercy on me for my times of misjudging another. God is in control, whatever the outcome. All the best, dear boy.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Thanks for the discussion in the car

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I am always glad to hear your opinion about the academic and the sensitivity to these things.  You make some very important points that we are taking into consideration.  High School was a challenging time for you and your experiences are very helpful as we look at our Ethan's struggles this week.

I wouldn't call it academic abuse, though.  I would call it biting off more than you can chew, perhaps. He did very well in his own ability.  He misused time, some, as we all do.  But all in all we are rejoicing that he went this far in a challenging academic environment.

I take full responsibility for placing the bar, too high at times in my aspirations for your use of your minds.   It is an emotional thing not to be able to accomplish what you have started.   I apologize to you and to Ethan for expecting so much.  Thanks for your understanding.

Please feel free to let us know when we are doing the same thing with Ezzy.   Love you,  Mom

Friday, February 10, 2017

Don't forget to snuggle your children

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Make sure that the cogs in your son's memory are repleat with memories of snuggles from his dad!
I gave in to Josh, today and tried to rock him to sleep. It was only because he is a new big brother and I know that this is an exciting and stressful time for a youngster. I know that stress, first hand. Every other year it was my experience for years and years of my life. Nobody really remembers that big brother needs a hug also.
Don't miss the chance to make him a man, by firmness and also by sensitivity.

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Oh Lord, You have been Good!

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There was a day that I went to the hospital and came out saying "good grief". It was excruciating. This wasn't that day.

This was a day of going to the hospital and finding, "Good God". As we drove through torrents and sheets of rain that were like a curtain, I was sensible of the similarity to the sheets that we drove through to see Joni. I prayed in my soul that this wasn't taking me into another "good grief" learning session. I said, I can't see the door, Lord. I thought you were going to give us a day or so to process that this is a new season in our lives. I can't see the door into the new season, Lord?

The rains were enveloping and all I could see was the light of the emergency lights of the vehicle in front of us. All I could hear was my heart rejoicing that the heart was still beating. "He's alright? what does that mean?" I went back in my mind to my Grandma telling me the story of my father's hospital session. He was cut up so bad and the shreds of his arm were just held by the sutures. I was crying, when she told me and I couldn't imagine her maternal grief. I saw my mother and I saw my grandma and I saw myself growing into the mother of a man. My son is a man of faith, I told God.

When I saw him, verses of scripture flooded my mind to give to him. I couldn't get the story of this deliverance. God was merciful to us. God had given us another day! His mercies are truly new, like the dew.