57 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 1-25-19

  1. Good (insert whatever part of the day you read this), Fellow Wanderers! Enjoy your Friday!

    It’s a cold one here. 3F with a slight breeze. Brrr! (I know someone from farther North has colder temps, but when it gets blow 20, this former desert rat can’t take it.)

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  2. Good morning. It’s chilly but seems like it may be warmer today.

    The scheduler at the eye doctor said my doctor is booked up until April but I might get a cancellation appointment for cataract surgery. Also she said she got the form she needed but it did not have the A1C number on it so she needs that from the primary care office. I was braced for all this. So many people had told me what a breeze it is doing cataract surgery . .. a fifteen minute procedure I had no idea of what all it would take to get my fifteen minutes. Now I know it takes more effort and time than for scheduling kidney stone surgery. Even so, I would not trade my cataracts for Art’s kidney stones

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  3. Hmmmm. Chart House. Where is the one in the photo? I haven’t eaten at a Chart House in years. If I remember correctly it is really good.

    I hate to still be wallowing in my pity party but the truth is that I am. I will leave it at that. I sent George a text this morning telling him the irony is that I have spent half my life not wanting to be the source of anything that could be considered gossipy and by him telling what I told him I am the bad guy. I got a message from him yesterday that the oral surgery went well but that is all I got.

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  4. Morning! George is a snake…just sayin’….
    Going out to see a young friend just released from the hospital…she lost her Mom many years ago and their relationship was not a good one. She has looked to me as a stand in and I am uncertain as to the expectations but here am I. She is not a believer but says she believes…He knows….
    Continued prayers for you Janice in the journey to eye surgery….anything medical I have come to realize is never easy!
    We are to warm up to 33 degrees today…thinking some snow may melt a tad bit! Our roads in the neighborhood are nothing but snowpack and ice….but the sun, she is a shinin’!!

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  5. Peter, my husband and I have had on our warm winter jackets when it was in the 30’s with wind in TN. Humidity makes such a difference, as does what you are acclimated to. We were recently cold in SC. I just had a southern friend, who told me she could never bear these temperatures do just that in upper Michigan. Our weather is brutal right now, but yours is no picnic either.

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  6. Day 3 of a miserable cold–I’m thankful I can breathe if nothing else.

    Meanwhile one of my relatives wants to fence with me on email about historical events, the current shutdown and business matters. I keep telling him my brain is not up for this . . .

    I am worthless for just about everything except making honey lemon tea and wallowing in the recliner. Ciao.

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  7. Janice – The cataract surgery itself may only last 15 minutes, but there is a lot leading up to it, and then being in “recovery” afterwards. For my first surgery, at the eye care center, I was probably there at least two hours, I think. (My memory is fuzzy on that. It may not have been that long or it could have been a little longer. Hubby had the memory for those kinds of things.)

    My second surgery had to be at a hospital, because there was a problem at the eye care center. That was a whole different experience, and I was there about seven hours. That was because they were running behind with the cataract surgeries, as they had folks who were already scheduled to be there and then folks like me, who had to be fit in.

    The whole atmosphere was different, too, and I have to admit that I was left with feeling a bit of trauma. But it was a different situation from a normally scheduled cataract surgery, so not the way it usually goes.

    Are you having yours done at a hospital or at an eye care center?

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  8. There is a story that I have been holding in, not telling anyone, as I have already poured out so much of my thoughts and feelings during this time to you all, and other dear friends. But this has come to my mind often lately, causing pain and tears, so I guess maybe I should share it with you. (I don’t know if sharing these stories really helps, but maybe it does at least somewhat.)

    As you all know, Hubby went to bed quite early due to his middle of the night waking time. It had been that way for over 20 years, as all his jobs during that time had very early start times.

    Before that started, and sometimes during vacations even during that time, there were times when we would lie in bed talking and reminiscing for quite a while in the darkness. It was a sweet time together, often with laughter. But as the years went by, those times became fewer and further between. At the time of his death, he hadn’t had a vacation in three years, maybe more, so there had been no time for that in at least three years, and I think it had been even longer since we’d done that.

    Anyway, I say that to say this: When Hubby was in the hospital, and we were expecting him to come home and have a period of recuperation, it occurred to me that we would have time to do that again. I was so very much looking forward to that! (And to taking care of him at home.)

    It may sound like a silly little thing – after all, we’d had other times to talk – but there was something special about those occasional nights of staying up late lazily talking about various things. I am so sad and disappointed that we didn’t get the chance to do that again.

    I feel like I am missing him, and missing “us”, more than ever now.

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  9. I feel much better today, I was able to sleep for 9 hours. Now I just have to find a story I can churn out today and the week is done.

    My poinsettias have all bit the dust, too many cold nights I’m afraid (I was keeping them moist). Now I need to find some other death-resistant plants to hang on the front porch until spring. Maybe there are some decent looking succulents.

    Is the government still functioning?

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  10. I thought that was a bird at first. We used to have a Chart House one of our local piers, our pastor (and many others) worked there in their high school/college days. Very good food. It was before we knew steak was bad.

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  11. Kizzie, my sister said the same thing, about missing that. She said her husband had times when he was busy and exhausted and they didn’t get to do that for months at a time, but then they would get a chance and would have those times when they would stay awake way too long talking, and they had just had one or two when he died, and she would really miss that.

    An elderly friend (married 69 years) told me that what she most missed was that every night her husband would kneel at her side of the bed, take her hand, and pray for her, or something to that effect.

    I spent many years single, not sure if I would ever marry, and looked forward to sharing a bed when I did marry. Initially I actually found nights surprisingly lonely; I have insomnia, and I often lie awake for two hours or more in a given night, and it was lonely to have him asleep beside me in those hours. Eventually I was able to “turn” my thinking on that, but it took more than a year.

    Anyway, nights are a cozy, intimate time, and a time when even married people are alone with their thoughts if one is awake, and I can imagine that it would be a hard time for a widow.

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  12. Question for you: Do I come across as someone who doesn’t care about people? Earlier this week I got a long and rather nasty e-mail from someone I know in real life, telling me (among other things) that I am “fake” and that no one likes a fake, and that I avoid difficult conversations. (Pretty sure neither accusation is anything close to true, but whatever. It wasn’t one of my happier days.)

    Yesterday on here someone used a phrase that has long bothered me because it seems disrespectful to God, and I said something casual about it bothering me, making it clear I knew she hadn’t originated the statement. And I got told multiple ways that I had offended in that simple statement. I tried to explain that no, that had not been my intent at all, but no one else said, “No, Cheryl really isn’t like that.” One can offend without meaning to, and I get that, but no one was willing to say “Cheryl does not make a habit of choosing to offend people, and I don’t believe she was doing so here.” Is that really the way I come across?

    Personally I am far more comfortable with someone saying “Cheryl, I disagree with what you are saying” than with “Cheryl, you are such a jerk” (no one said anything that direct, in either the e-mail or the posts, but that sense was there in both). We are a community here, and I would like us to be able to trust one another and assume one another’s goodwill, even in disagreement. Or is it better if we avoid any and all disagreement on here? I’m not meaning to start an argument or have anyone else feel attacked, but I come from a large family with a range of opinions on things, and we talk about stuff, and the churches I have been in since my mid-thirties we will also comfortably talk about places where we disagree. (Some drink alcohol and some don’t, for instance, and we can talk about the “why” on both sides.) Would it be acceptable on here, for instance, if someone wanted to discuss whether it was OK in today’s schooling “market” to put children into a public school, could people give opinions yay or nay without anyone feeling like others despised them for stating an opinion?

    Anyway, right now I just feel weary. I’ve recently moved from one community to another and am not yet “fully” settled in at my new church, and I want to feel as though this place is a community even if we are just “online,” a community where we know one another and trust one another, and I guess I’m getting the sense that isn’t the case, and I’m sorry if I have played any role in that.

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  13. Cheryl: No you do not come across as someone who doesn’t care about people. You have demonstrated good will here for many years and given encouragement and support to us many times. If it wasn’t clear that your original comment yesterday wasn’t meant personally, your later posts did make it clear.

    Nor do I think we should avoid any and all disagreement here. I’m not sure it would even be possible to do so, unless we want to stay on the surface of things all the time.

    However, opinions can raise strong feelings in those who disagree. Most of the time we do pretty well at not taking those disagreements personally (okay, with some exceptions on the News thread!), but it may happen occasionally and we have to do our prayerful best to give each other lots of grace.

    If nobody said anything yesterday in your defense it might be that it looked like you were working it out, or (as in my case) that it wasn’t clear what to say that would make it better and not worse. In any case I believe you both are much loved and appreciated here.

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  14. What Kevin said exactly and so much better than I was trying to figure out how to say. You are both loved and appreciated. And you both have different vantage points you bring to the entirety of the body. Thank you.

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  15. Cheryl – Your comments can sometimes be a little strongly worded, but overall, we know you to be a caring person. And Janice seems to be quite sensitive, so your words yesterday seemed harsher to her than you intended them to be. (Janice, I do not mean “quite sensitive” in a negative or judgmental way. I am the same way.)

    I’m sorry I did not say anything yesterday. To be honest, the tension between the two of you made me uncomfortable. I could understand both “sides” in the discussion, and prayed you would work it out.

    And yes, ditto to what was said above.

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  16. On a lighter note, Nightingale is making a cake for the Cub Scout cake raffle tomorrow. She is making a Lumberjack Cake which, when cut into, will have a checkerboard look of black cake (chocolate cake with black food coloring), burgundy (Red Velvet cake), and red (vanilla cake with red food coloring). And no, she doesn’t have those special pans for doing so. She made a pattern to cut the cakes into circles, and then mix up the circles correctly.

    She will frost and decorate it to look like a tree stump.

    She made the cakes today, and will be making the frosting, and putting the cake together, tomorrow. Also tomorrow, she will be making an Amaretto Pound Cake with Amaretto Glaze for my belated birthday cake. That should be delicious!

    This link from Google Images should show what I mean about a Lumberjack Cake, if I haven’t been clear enough.

    https://www.google.com/search?q=lumberjack+cake&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=28EvEYvqUbAviM%253A%252CO7BES97w1Ct0IM%252C_&usg=AI4_-kQ5mqi9fZaOKT4LCSroj0ghCQr-ig&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwj7ip-K8YngAhWN_1QKHbP_AtEQ9QEwC3oECAQQBA#imgrc=28EvEYvqUbAviM:

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  17. Kevin spoke well. (Well, wrote well. I didn’t actually hear his voice.) 🙂

    Cheryl, without a doubt in my mind, you are a person who’s demonstrated that you care deeply for those in the spheres in which you operate. And this community (good word) is one of those places.

    I believe that in order to have true relationship, there needs to be freedom to disagree. I personally have been involved (IRL) in significant relationships where dissent was/is discouraged. When important issues or challenges need discussing and respectful dissent is viewed as unwelcome or burdensome, the relationship begins to deteriorate. I’m speaking about my personal experience, not about any individuals or a subset of this group here.

    Of course, there is a time to speak and a time to remain silent. (Eccl. 3) Wisdom is always needed to discern the difference.

    [Aside: I feel like I’m rambling. Please bear with me.]

    I want to address a statement Janice made yesterday that resonated with me: the reference to a sense of feeling put down and stupid and unintelligent (or less intelligent than others). [I’m paraphrasing.]

    Let me preface my main remarks by saying no one here has caused me to feel the way I’m going to describe.

    Since childhood, I have felt like I’m not very bright in the important matters in life. I think our experiences as children can shape our future thinking, for better or worse. For me, certain things that were told to me or imposed on me had, IMO, quite a negative impact on my view of myself as not being very smart.

    My grandfather, kind and loving throughout all the years I knew him, nevertheless did say one thing one time that has stayed with me. He was trying to get me to retrieve something for him, and I didn’t understand where he wanted me to look. After a number of unsuccessful communications back and forth on that, he finally just said, “Hopeless case,” and went and did himself what he had wanted me to do.

    I’ve never forgotten that. I have a zillion good memories of him to way more than balance out that one impatient remark, but it stayed with me through the years, and combined with other experiences that made me feel less-than in the intelligence department.

    My parents used to reward my siblings and me with money for each A we got on our report cards. I was the oldest of five, and my brother and the oldest of my three younger sisters got excellent grades. So the money would be pouring in for them, while I, doing the best I could, would get a B grade for most of my classes.

    Then at the end of junior high, at the small Christian school I attended, our teacher announced who were the top 10 students (of 21) as far as cumulative GPA went. I was #5 in the class. Not that great a finish for such a small class, was how I viewed it. More evidence of my intellectual inferiority.

    High school final rank was somewhere between the 20th and 25th percentile in my class of 500. My brother’s rank, OTOH, was in the top ten students (not percentile) of his class of 600.

    Why am I still hanging onto my feeling of intellectual inferiority after all these years (next year will be 40 years since graduating high school)? Maybe because I’m still reminded of my struggles to comprehend some things other people talk about with such ease and fluency. Sometimes I just plain don’t get what is normal and common conversation about topics relevant to adults. And I hate that feeling when I feel like it’s something important that I need to understand and I just don’t.

    Sure, I understand a fair amount about music, but what good is my classical music knowledge to the vast majority of adults in my world? For the small, loyal audience who attend concerts I and my fellow local performing pianists play in it means something, but practical intelligence that can serve the masses? I feel I have little of value to offer.

    Sorry for the digression into my world. The real point I want to make is that I understand the feeling of feeling dumb. And (not saying this is right), I think, in my case, if one or more people were frequently countering my statements — for whatever reason — it would reinforce my feeling that I’m just not very smart.

    I hesitate to offer any prescriptions after this long and winding treatise, because real life is messy and isn’t easily wrapped up with a nice tidy bow, but the thought crossed my mind during this conversation that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to examine how often we’re in dissenting mode. Some is good and necessary. How much is too much? Does most of my disagreement tend to get directed at one or a few people, in which that (those) individual(s) may get prior feelings of “I just can’t say anything right” reinforced?

    I’m sure there are things I’m forgetting to say, but this post is long enough. These are my two cents, from someone who is sometimes scared to admit vulnerability.

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  18. Excellent comments here and it brings to mind the art of “reading” people and their moods and their intent which is especially hard via Internet posts. We all have sensitivities and backgrounds that result in different responses in these discussions. And we all have bad days, amen?

    This is a crazy comparison perhaps, but at the dog park you will find owners who have very different levels of tolerance and ideas when it comes to what is acceptable dog-on-dog behavior. Some don’t tolerate any wrestling-type play, some will really freak out at humping behavior (while others take it in stride). It all can lead to some loud (people) arguments.

    I learned to watch other owners and their reactions so I would know when one of my dogs might be a “problem” in their view. In those cases, I would intervene quickly to diffuse any tension that might spring up. Cowboy has a bad humping urge but only for particular dogs that set something off in him (ah, the call of the wild). I keep a close watch on him when I see he is lurking around and bugging a particular dog, especially if I see the owner is bothered by the behavior. Dogs usually work it out and learn how to diffuse these things on their own, but not all owners appreciate that so if that’s the case, I’ll intervene.

    I also had a friend who was sensitive to disagreements (on issues which I didn’t think anything of) and I learned to be especially careful about “going there” in her presence. As 6 Arrows said, much of it comes down to wisdom, context and timing.

    Disagreement should be expected here (and even encouraged on important matters, especially when it has to do with our doctrine and faith) and I happen to think we’ve generally handled it well. But our moods shift, we have good days and bad days, good seasons and bad seasons, where any of us may be feeling a little bit more sensitive, vulnerable or “raw.”

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  19. Thanks, everyone. It’s helpful. I see us for the most part as just being a friendly community, swapping stories from our lives, prayer requests, questions about something we need to buy or do, etc. Few here–probably nobody–would want to wade into “deep” matters on a regular basis.

    I was always fairly good in school–I was a good reader and I took tests really well. I was OK in math, but I always saw it as a subject in which very little was expected of us; in high school math I didn’t do that great and I didn’t have to take math in college (it was science or math, and I chose science). I was never an honor roll student. I knew I was decently smart, but all of my older brothers skipped a grade, and that option wasn’t present in my grade school/junior high, so I never really went “all out” to try to excel; I just did the work.

    In college I realized that without really trying or knowing what I was doing, I was pretty close to the bottom rung of honors, so I worked hard to get on honors. There were two steps of the rung higher than the bottom, but they were impossible for me to reach; I figured I could reach the bottom rung. But I worked yearbook for three years, and the first of those years I was the only staff member (or maybe there were two of us) not on academic probation, so being “almost honors” was still good. Then my final two years I was editor, and I chose to make yearbook my #1 priority rather than academics, because it was very career-related and because the whole school was affected by whether or not I did a good job (and because I figured that freed my staff to let academics be their first priority–they wouldn’t be on academic probation–and keep yearbook second). Because our yearbooks were published in spring (by the end of the spring semester rather than the following fall), our final deadline was February; if I was to have income between February and May, other than the little bit of work an editor had to do the rest of the semester (checking proofs, communicating with the publisher in various ways, preparing for the next school year), I needed to have a second job. So my junior and senior years I worked 20-25 hours a week on yearbook my fall semester, and the first few weeks of the spring semester I worked 15 hours or so a week on my second job, 25-30 on yearbook, and I also worked a 40-hour job (plus some on yearbook) over every school break. I somehow managed to bring my grades up to graduate with honors . . . just barely, but that was my goal, and I reached it.

    Sometime after I graduated, I was with the brother I see the least often, and he asked me if I had done well at school, and I told him yeah. He asked about my grades, and I said I’d graduated with honors, and he asked about grade point. I told him just a little above 3.3. He looked at me in shock and told me he and the brother who graduated from his school did 3.8, and this other brother did 3.75 (or something like that). I found myself explaining that everyone who transferred into my school said it was harder than where they came from and I was editor of the yearbook, working up to 40 or more hours on yearbook and a second job any given week. It wasn’t enough–I was the dumb one of the family, proven by my GPA.

    Now, you have to remember that we took high school by correspondence, and in retrospect it wasn’t a particularly academically rigorous course. I wasn’t really “prepared” for college when I did go eventually (6 years after graduating high school early). But all seven of us took the course . . . and only three of us completed it. The other seven got their GEDs. So more of us have graduated from college (five) than from high school (three)!

    I don’t really “think of myself” as smart. I’m fairly good with words (that is just about the ONLY skill I have), enough to make a living off doing so. And I’m good with academics–I test well. I’m from an intelligent family, and I know all of us are smart. But I have four older brothers and they are all much more “out there” about being smart, and for all I know they are all smarter than I am, and my sister just recently told me she probably has a higher IQ than I do (I have no idea), and my youngest brother (the baby of the family) never finished high school and doesn’t have a college degree, but he could probably give most or all of our older brothers a run for the money in intelligence . . . and he doesn’t like smart women. So yeah, I’m probably smart, but in my family I hear “you aren’t as smart as we are,” and of my siblings, only my youngest brother has the sort of intelligence that doesn’t say “I’m smart, and so I’m better than you are.” (He doesn’t “strut” his intelligence.) So it doesn’t exactly make me say “Wow, I’m smart, and look how wonderful that is.” In my own family, I’m probably below average, and they don’t exactly make intelligence look like something I’d want to seek.

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  20. Two days ago, one of my friends said something that she and one other friend say to me periodically, “I’m sure I’m not as smart as you are, but I feel so honored that you want me as your friend anyway.” Whenever they say that, it feels super awkward. Neither of these friends finished college–one married after high school, and one dropped out of college to marry. But I simply don’t think in terms of “how smart I am” and I definitely don’t think in terms of “how smart my friends are”–and I truly have no idea whether either of these ladies is as smart as I am. And I don’t care. Years and years ago my sister told me, “Being smart isn’t going to bring you a husband; men don’t like intelligent women.” And I was like “So do you think I’m going around waving myself at men and saying ‘Pick me, Pick me’? Am I supposed to pretend to be stupid to get a man? If a man ever chooses me, he will choose me for who I am, not for any sort of pretense I might put on.”

    I like school and I do well at it–but I only have a B.A, in a field in which many of my colleagues have more. I’m good with words, but not particularly good with math, completely ignorant of music except to read it (sort of), historical dates and numbers fall out of my brain as soon as I hear them, I love science but I’m not nearly smart enough to be a scientist. I write and work with words for a living, but none of you sees me type–I use one finger from my left hand, one or two from my right, and backspace regularly because I hit the wrong key. I didn’t marry until my forties, and until I met my husband I had never ever been on a date without the guy saying “just as friends” and even those dates were rare. My husband has been sick for most of the last two months (he is finally nearly better) and has missed five or six weeks of church; I myself have been “snowed in” the last two weeks. Two of my friends died this last year; I have potential friends in my new church, but no one I can definitely call a friend yet. In my previous church I had acquaintances, but never really made any “full” friends. I have close, true friends from earlier in life, but several of those have died, two just in the last year (the two I was closest two from my Chicago years), and one (from Nashville) has become super busy with grandchildren.

    All in all, I have never “excelled” in anything, though I have tried to do my tasks well, and nearly all of my life dreams have come true. (No African safari. 🙂 ) But I’m a social bumbler who happens to have one decent skill, ability with words, and even that one I have to use great caution, because people see me presenting opinions more “strongly” than I myself read them. But I’m content with my life, see the glass as 3/4 full, and see God as good. The rest is all secondary details.

    And I love the community here, and the people in it, if you don’t already know that.

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  21. The problem with a format like this is that we cannot really get someone’s tone of voice. The only way here is with emoticons, but even then, if one does not know what the emoticn is, how can he/she know the intent? For instance, this one 😉 to me says “Wink, wink. It’s not to be taken seriously” or “This is not intended to be offensive”. But to one who doesn’t know me personally, even the wink can be taken the wrong way.

    So, I bite my tongue (figuratively) and try t stay out of disagreements here. So, Cheryl, that is why I didn’t come to yours or the other person’s defense, since when I see a name at the beginning of a post and read the first few lines, and determine that the post is either in some way not my business, I scroll past to the next post.

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  22. My brother took me to the library, Sprouts and Publix. I’m glad to be back home and have supplies for awhile. We found the new 1040 forms and instructions at the library. That is funny because my brother works in two tax offices and had not seen the paper forms for filing 2018 taxes. The actual filing begins Monday. I guess I will be working like a crazed workaholic for the next few months. At this point I do not see how I can get cataract surgery until tax season is over and that is when Art is suppose to have kidney stone surgery. At least I live in a place where there are options for getting around. But that does not help Karen.

    Yes, I am having a difficult time these days and may be more sensitive than usual.

    As for what happened yesterday, the only knowledge I had of the acronym was it was something Wesley learned at church camp. I had no idea of it being a commercialized thing. Then when it was pointed out to me that by using it that I was unknowingly sinning against God I felt embarrassed. I felt shamed in front of the group. Then I felt angry that it had not been addressed in private as Christians are suppose to do to help the one who sins knowingly or unknowingly. I am trying to be honest about why it may seem like I overreacted. It just all felt so awkward to me.

    As for issues about intelligence, I was the youngest in my class when I started first grade. My school divided the children by intelligence. Because of age, initially I was put in the slow learners class. Then I got moved up during the school year to the middle learners. At fourth grade I got moved to the smartest class for two years where I was not accepted because I was from the less elite class. Then in sixth grade I got moved back to the middle group. All of that was very hard to deal with . .. it was like moving all around and never feeling settled during the time my dad was in the Navy doing sea duty and not at home like other fathers were back then. And then my brother had diabetes and required a lot of my mother’s attention. I did not feel much emotional support, and did not want to add any trouble to my overburdened mother who did not even drive back then. Based on my background, you can see why homeschooling was the logical choice for Wesley.

    Also, Art, Wesley, and my brother are all very smart academically. They do not treat me poorly based on that mostly because they realize I have a practical kind of smarts they may not have.

    I feel like I have gotten over what happened on here yesterday. It is good to step back and process it. I will soon be so busy that I won’t be blessed with time to be here much. I will be too busy to have time for hurt feelings.

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  23. Did I mention seventeen is off her rocker again? But she is doing pretty well. She is not going to be a Catholic or a Protestant, probably a witch. And she is going to get a job and move to another state where they have freedom of religion.

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  24. Oh Kizzie that is Buffalo Check and I have used that pattern of ribbon the past two Chrismas seasons. I love that plaid! It would appear to me a difficult cake to create….please share photos of the end result!
    Isn’t it interesting how situations during childhood can last a lifetime…I suspect more are affected than would admit…but I certainly have experienced residual pains from the past. Yes our Lord covers it all when we lay it before Him…I just know there have been pangs of hurt upon remembrances at times.
    My sisters always told me I was smart. I have never viewed myself as such. I have always felt I could do well at many things just a little bit…but never to master any one talent. I can sing, play piano,read music, draw, cook, write, create, design, garden, a little bit…”a jack of all trades and master of none”!!

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  25. That is a clever cake!

    Janice, I never believed you to be sinning against God, just using a popular acronym that maybe you hadn’t really thought about. Do I believe the creators of the original product to be “misusing” God’s name, yes. I’m pretty sure I don’t have your e-mail address, and I had never meant my comment to be “against” you, but the slogan itself. More a “hey, something to think about” than “you sinned.”

    On a similar line, a lot of people around me say “gee” or “geez” or “gosh” or “heck” without thinking of the original meanings of those. My dad said one or two of those, and my husband does–good Christians both. I generally don’t say anything at all (unless I’m editing, because Christian publishers don’t generally allow “minced oaths”), but if I think someone doesn’t know the meaning, I might simply mention it. (When I saw a Christian post “OMG” I sent him a private message and said I wasn’t sure if he knew what it meant, but it wasn’t good.) That’s a “for your information” mention, and if the person shrugs and says “That isn’t what I mean when I say it,” I won’t worry about it. If it were me personally, I’d want to know. I used the word “dork” in a book once (one kid calling another the word) and my brother alerted me to the meaning of the word. I was glad he did, and I deleted it.

    But I definitely know what it feels like to be picked on and feel one stands out–I was the only kid in my eighth-grade class who didn’t wear blue jeans, alternating between two pairs of Sears mail-order elastic-waist pants, and believe me I was not the most popular kid in my grade. And singling someone out to feel uncomfortable is something that was done to me enough that I honestly strive never to do it to others.

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  26. Praying for you, Kare.
    Just went to various places to download tax documents. It took a while to figure out how to do it, but I finally save where it said that I could save something. Then I went to the last place and it said my password had expired so I had to create a new one to get the info. Aaarrrrrgh!

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  27. Janice, I have no problem with that acronym. Nor do I have a problem with geez etc. Those words were never associated with Jesus’ name for me. I don’t have a problem with WWJD either, for that matter. I know where it came from and never thought it was meant in any bad way whatsoever. I don’t think God minds us using such things to bring to mind good thoughts or actions. So, you are not alone.

    I do not like to hear anyone use God or Jesus’ name as a curse etc. Whether I would say anything and how I would say it would depend on the situation.

    Kizzie–that is an awesome cake. Will be fun to see Nightingale’s version.

    Mumsee, so sorry for your unpleasant evening. Praying she regains her senses soon.

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  28. KI, Her worker is coming tomorrow for a few hours. And it is the worker that calls her on her stuff. (She works in the prison). And daughter listens to her and wants her to see what a wonderful girl she is so it should be good.

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  29. I don’t use those extra words. My dad, nonbeliever, had “For crying out loud” as his strongest words of frustration. When we were in Egypt I talked with my Catholic cousin about it, she had always used those words (gee and golly and such) and had thought nothing of it. After we spoke she said she was rethinking and going to discontinue using them. I think she did. We were just discussing ways that Christians come across to nonbelievers in their everyday lives and that came into it.

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  30. Well, I am continuing to enjoy RightNow Media The children are listening to Bible studies with Phil Vischer. When they are doing school work, not now. Now they are in bed and I just finished listening to John Piper (thanks DJ for your encouragement to do so). If you have not checked into it, it might be worthwhile. You will probably find some teachers you don’t like, but you may find some you do.

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  31. I try not to use euphemisms for the various names of God and Jesus, but if others use them, I don’t say anything. To me,”taking the Lord’s name in vain” is not just about saying it when not necessary, but claiming to be a Christian while continuing to live without forsaking sin. Now, don’t get me wrong, because I firmly believe that the preacher who swore from the pulpit (I forget his name) was wrong in so doing, as he represents the Lord to the people.

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