69 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 9-20-16”

  1. Good morning everyone.
    When I come here in the mornings, I first check my mail.
    Then I scan Drudge before coming here.
    It’s getting worse and worse about the news.
    Chaos everywere! Somebody say something nice.

    He is still in charge!
    “In the beginning God created……………..He which testifieth these things saith “Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so. Come Lord Jesus.”

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  3. Good morning, Chas. Hello from the hospital. I delivered Art to the door at 5:30 and then went to park the car. My brother was here waiting for us. So I have him to keep me company.

    Art is back in the area where they give the med to knock him out. I saw the surgeon for a few moments. He is a kind person to top off his expertise. The surgery will begin around 9 or 9:30. We should see Art out of surgery sometime in the early afternoon.

    I am feeling very tired. I would probably go to sleep, but my brother will probably want to talk. He brought his breakfast and has to take his insulin so he has gone to the car.

    Thanks for prayers. Besides being tired, I am otherwise feeling optimistic. I trust God♡

    Chas, I am happy that there are like-minded people here and around and about. It takes effort to find them. The good people who try to live by God’s word will shine as a beacon in darkness.

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  4. Sorry for the downer this morning. It wasn’t really Drudge that sent me off as “Life News” tells about euthanizing children in Belgium. It’s legal now. And Gloria Steinem says that childbirth is a major cause of global warming.
    I realize the woman is an idiot. But how does her opinion get into the news?
    Who cares what she thinks?

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  5. Good Morning ya’ll!! It is still and dark in the forest…and warm! Global warming…it’s all that hot air spewed by the likes of Ms. Steinem and her ilk…so there!
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    And that is a fun photo up there…first thing I thought was “oh someone is struttin’ his stuff”!! 🙂

    Keeping you in prayer this day Janice…it is so sweet of your brother to be with you and Art….

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  6. Janice, after yesterday I can sympathize. I was so tired late yesterday afternoon that my head hurt. The dogs and I went into the bedroom last night about 7. I read for a while (I was soooo close to the end of a good book) I watched the dance routines on Dancing With the Stars then switched to Nasa’s Unexplained Files and fell straight to sleep.
    I have lots to get done this morning. I have heard from Mr. P already they doctor sent a message that he will be there around noon to check him out and send him home. They were together at Guantanamo.

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  7. This is the kind of thing I was talking about. From Drudge:

    by Brendan Kirby | Updated 20 Sep 2016 at 8:54 AM
    In the wake of a radical Islamic terrorist attack on New York City, Mayor Bill de Blasio is telling citizens not to worry about the threat of jihadist violence and pushing for even more questionably vetted migrants to be resettled in the United States.
    De Blasio and the mayors of London and Paris co-wrote an op-ed in which they said terrorism committed by refugees is “vanishingly rare.”
    “Militant violence is vanishingly rare,” the trio wrote in The New York Times on the heels of three separate attacks in the United States.
    “Militant violence is vanishingly rare,” the trio wrote in The New York Times on the heels of three separate attacks in the United States.

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  8. While Daniel and his pals were living in luxury as officials of the king:
    Prophet Ezekiel was having a hard time. Lying on one side, then the other. Cooking barley cakes on cow dung.
    Would I do that? Depends. I often wonder (I think I mentioned it here.), how did Ezekiel know for a fact that God was telling him that? If I knew beyond doubt that God wanted me to do something, I would. Knowing that God wouldn’t want me to go against previous commands, as was the situation with Ezekiel and cow dung vs. human dung.

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  9. There is a psychological term called gaslighting.
    gas·light
    ˈɡaslīt/
    verb
    gerund or present participle: gaslighting
    manipulate (someone) by psychological means into questioning their own sanity.
    “in the first episode, Karen Valentine is being gaslighted by her husband”

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaslighting

    A co-worker recently pointed our that we are being gaslighted by our leaders, our government, and our media. I can’t disagree with him.

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  10. They’re not trying to get us to doubt out sanity but our morality.. Greg Gutfeld talks about Islamophobia-phobia, the fear of being called an Islamophobe. But even he is afraid to mention homophobia-phobia. No one wants to end up like North Carolina.

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  13. Looking at Drudge always makes me feel like my hair has caught on fire 🙂 He majors in outrage (not that outrage in the news is so hard to come by these days).

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  14. Janice, praying for you guys today. Glad Mr. P will be home soon.

    Tess jumped up on the bed and woke me up around 12:30 a.m., which means she’s gotta go out. (She’s such a good dog.)

    So I let the dogs out in the back yard for about 10 minutes, then went back to bed. Today is Salvation Army pickup so got the bags for that out onto the porch, I should probably get them down onto the yard near the driveway before I leave for work if they haven’t come for them by then. My porch has a lot of steps so kind of hard to get things from there to street level.

    Being back at work is a little strange, my mind is still swirling around sinks and tile and toilets. But already there are several stories to work on, so that’s good. One filed yesterday, another one (or two) ready to work on today.

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  18. I’ve been thinking about grief this morning because I just got shanghaied.

    It hits at the oddest times and in the strangest ways.

    I was thinking about a friend whose life is overwhelming and is ripping at her. She’s T’s sister-in-law, and coping with a number of significant life events all at the same time and, with a toddler and a 9 week-old of her own, drowning.

    I was remembering myself in a similar situation: 2 small children, husband away from home, 3500 miles from family, snow, house with appliances that (surprise!) were always breaking down and feeling totalling overwhelmed by it all.

    I was sympathizing with her in my mind, trying to think of ways to encourage her.

    Out of nowhere, a question I never once had considered in 34 years rose up to ask a pretty obvious question: “Why didn’t R request an engineer’s tour in the PACIFIC Ocean?”

    We could have lived in San Diego (even then way expensive, but Navy housing would have worked). My MOTHER could have been in and out of my life during the worst 3.5 years I lived.

    What were we thinking?

    And then I was in tears. And they’re coming back right now. WHY did I miss those years of my mother’s life, particularly when I, the total novice in infant care, had small children and they were her only grandchildren?

    Reason is arguing with me–I didn’t know my mom would die young. It was expensive, our church was wonderful and supporting.

    But still, I cried and cried.

    And then I remembered–we had no choice. R was specifically chosen to be chief engineer of the oldest submarine in the Navy–and it was in the Atlantic Ocean.

    That’s why.

    I feel a little better, but I’m really missing my mom this morning–almost 21 years gone.

    And I’ll take a small load off my friend this afternoon. Indeed, I already have.

    Hold your family close while you have them. I’m glad I’m going to teach my wonderful old ladies this morning–they’ll mother me. 🙂

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  21. Haha Kbells — well, except someone raised us and someone raised them and someone raised THEM … It all builds and rolls into the next “thing,” with world circumstances and inventions thrown in to make it all even more chaotic

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  22. I still miss mine, and it has been thirty four years. It seemed like we were just getting to know each other. Weeping with you, but knowing God is sovereign and puts us where He wants us when He wants us.

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  23. Michelle, I had a similar spell when went by to get my Mom’s picture from her house. Oddly it wasn’t her I missed. I went into the room that was suppose to be my sister ‘s room. She died while they were still packing for the move to that house a few years before my son was born. She would have been to best help with my son. They would have adored each other. But she was a troubled person and may well have been another problem in the middle of dealing with a strong willed child.

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  24. I lost my mom many years ago (I was in my 30s) as well. 😦 Odd, it’s been so long ago and yet she still pops up in my dreams now and again (last night, as a matter of fact). Those intense times in our lives stay so vivid.

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  25. Donna, it seemed like we were the generation who started the whole idea of the generation gap. Before that people were just people and the older you were the higher the degree of respect you got. Since the sixties it seems like young people have considered themselves a separate and, in some ways, superior community.

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  34. I wish I missed my mother more. I hate that her death was almost a relief. (And I have never said that to anyone else. It’s such a horrid thing to say.)

    What I do miss is what could have been. For a short period of time, when Chickadee was a toddler & Nightingale was in kindergarten, Mom seemed to have turned to Jesus, & she was coming to church with us. This woman who had a lot of anxiety, who could be very insensitive (but who we needed to be very sensitive with), & sharp-tongued, had such a peace about her.

    During that brief time (several months maybe?), Mom & I talked about things we’d never approached before. It was so beautiful. I was so grateful.

    Then she got a bad case of pneumonia that kept her out of church for a few weeks. After that, her desire to attend church evaporated. Soon, the “old” Mom was back, the peace was gone, & the walking-on-eggshells with her was back.

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  35. True kbells, and feeding into that were our numbers and the nation’s relative peace and affluence. But I tend not to see generations as existing in a vacuum, they become products of the world around them.

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  36. Bowling was fun the other day. A nice clean bowling alley with keep your own score sheets. Looking forward to doing that again. My father in law still bowls and gets the occasional 200 game at what? eighty six?

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  39. KBells – I recall watching an old movie in which an older character was complaining about how disrespectful & lazy the younger folks were.

    Going by the year the movie was made, those younger folks would now be Chas’ age or older. 🙂

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  44. Is this “burnt umber”?? I liked #1
    Nice photo once again….follow the leader up the steps…and the fella bringin’ up the rear is still strutin’ his stuff!! 🙂
    So good to hear the good report Janice!! ❤

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  49. I play soduko sudoku on my phone. I always place the small numbers so I can eliminate.what doesn’t fit. I used to guess and by golly it, but I noticed that one of the smartest people I knew did it the other way and solved more puzzles than I did, so I started doing the puzzle there way. It happens, but not often that I can’t solve one.

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  50. What I miss about a mother is that I felt I didn’t know how to mother. I have so many regrets where BG is concerned. She told the therapist she was OK. I am the one with the guilty conscious.

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  51. A couple of hours ago I was in the checkout behind a customer older than me who was saying what a blessing it is to still have her mother, and that her mother is still doing well at 87, and so on. And I thought two things, one, I’m one of those people who lost a mom somewhat young, and two, I have that same blessing in having both parents-in-law now.

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  52. I cannot do Soduku, have never finished a single one.

    Am trying to feel triumphant right now–declined to drive 90 minutes to the airport and bring a relative home through rush hour traffic. First time I’ve ever said no to a request like that. I just told her I have to work–which I do, but it’s at home on my book. I can’t help it that I’ve been at work two nearly-full days this week and am feeling frazzled.

    Can I?

    Not recovering-fast-enough people pleaser.

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  54. I was awake at 3 a.m. this morning, and tonight I may get sleep on a love seat size couch in the family waiting room of the heart unit. I did not realize that Art would not be in a room where I could sleep in a recliner chair. I never knew there was something worse than those recliner pretend beds. Well, I have discovered it!

    I hope he will be awake at 8:30 visiting time. He was still sleeping from the med at 5:30 this afternoon.

    My friend had her pre-op today and surgery is scheduled for Wed. Still not believing these two surgeries happening almost in the same week. Karen said she feels like we are all family. Her cell phone died today and she couldn’t be in touch so she said her daughter bought a charger at the gift shop at her hospital in hopes we could be in touch.♡

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  55. I use to write little numbers in the sudoku boxes, but I don’t have to do that when I just stick with the easy puzzles. I do sudoku on my tablet and it is easier because it darkens out all the completed numbers as a help.

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  60. In the event that Kim has given a false impression of the peaceful environment we have here, I will tell you a little something. I stepped out on the deck to see if the evening was, in fact, as gorgeous as I thought (it was!), when the orange cat came racing up the steps and ran to my feet, with a turkey in hot pursuit. She was not letting that cat get away. She about knocked me over before she stopped. Just then, a rooster leaped onto the back of another turkey and started yanking feathers. Two more turkeys took after him and yanked his. And so it goes…..

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  62. Nice pounce there, mumsee.

    I lost my mom when I was 7, so I never really got to know her. But my dad is 90 and married to a wonderful woman who decided to adopt the four of us just a few years ago so there wouldn’t be any legal trouble from her relatives should my dad die first. Not that her relatives would squabble over the small inheritance, but one never knows when it comes to money.

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  66. It’s getting dark much earlier now, I didn’t make it home tonight for any daylight (had a grocery stop to make plus talked for quite a while with the neighbor across the driveway). We talked about houses and now I’m feeling completely overwhelmed again at what lies ahead.

    Covers over my head tonight.

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  67. I lost my dad when still a teen, and it felt as though Mom died too. I really did lose her in my thirties. In between, she was married for just a couple of years to a really dear old man. My older brothers already knew him (he and his wife had been family friends for decades), but we younger ones didn’t feel comfortable calling him by his first name, or calling him Dad, and we settled on “Pop,” as a way to express familial affection without calling him Dad. After he died, Mom told my sister he had always thought that “Pop” was an insulting term to call an old man. Aghast that what we meant as affection might not have been heard that way, she asked whether Mom had told him it was “short for Papa,” and she said she hadn’t thought about saying that.

    I really never saw much of him–we lived a long way apart and the marriage was only a couple of years. But when Mom had emergency heart surgery, I was the child who flew in to be there. I remember the relief that washed over his face when I walked into that hospital room–he knew I was coming, but he sensed then that he was not alone. And then, one night while I was there, I was ready to go to bed and he kissed me on the forehead and said “Love you.” He was a dear man, and I wished I’d had more time to know him. (It wasn’t till after he was gone that I found out that when my dad died, one brother didn’t have the money to go to the funeral, and this family friend paid for half of the trip.)

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  68. Hi all, so frustrated. I have been trying to log on for the last day, but my computer won’t let me. Now I am at school so will go read the thread. missing you all.
    Jo

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