42 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 7-26-19

  1. Morning, Chas. Well I made it through the first week. It was a good day. The little boy who cried yesterday, cried today. Cutting with scissors is too hard for him. My wonderful aide, Wendy, gave him the compassion that I did not have and helped him.
    Next week is Open House, so have to prepare for that and still working on figuring out the new math curriculum.
    The blessings are that I do not have any recess duty and my class goes home at noon. So I have hours each day to figure things out.

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  2. Good morning in USA.
    Good evening in PNG.
    Thankful to hear that, Jo, that the schedule is favorable to you.

    I hope everyone has a good day. Where do the weeks go?

    It appears my long time friend (since the 70s) and I are parting ways. Basically it is because I believe Jesus is the only way to God. She finds me to be judgemental and wants to have no more communication except I am allowed to answer her last email. What would you say?


  3. Sad, Janice, especially because she cannot see how judgmental SHE is being by cutting you out of her life. Overlooking offenses is something we all do and need to do, but to know when and what is wisdom given by the Holy Spirit.

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  4. It still hurts to lose a friend. xoxox

    Today is my daughter’s birthday; she’s in Nicaragua for, I think, the fourth time on her birthday.

    My husband is irritated for remembering that her birth was the end of a nightmare for me. The pregnancy was filled with problems and topped with a lump in my breast.

    Still, the whole time I went through it–I felt like God had tricked me into the pregnancy in the first place–I wondered just who I was carrying that it was so important this particular baby be born.

    She’s turned out to be quite a fine young woman and we, and many others, are blessed.

    Every time she saves someone’s life, I think, “I taught her how to drive.” 🙂

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  5. Morning! Pretty birds once again… 😊
    So sad about your friend Janice. But as Peter said…what can you do other than the most important thing which is prayer. Perhaps she will have time in this separation to reflect upon the loss of a truly good friend who loved her enough to speak truth….that will be my prayer for your situation.
    I am in a situation with a best friend who no longer wants to be around me. While I am saddened I know there is a purpose and a plan our Lord has laid out before us. I pray for her continually and somehow I know she knows…in His Hands….

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  6. I haven’t mentioned Aunt Lee Cee in a while. She is BG’s godmother and has been my friend for 27 years and we have been telling each other what to do and ignoring it for almost that long. There have been periods in our lives when she was single and I was married. She even lived me G and me for a year. There have been times she was rebellious towards God and times that I was. Through it all we have spoken the truth to each other—she more than me. She even accidentally sent a text message to me regarding BG that she meant to send to someone else. (It was during the time BG was in the hospital in March of 2017). I was hurt and I was furious. I shot back “I ASSUME you did not mean to send this to me”. To her credit, she said it was an accident but since is happen she wasn’t backing down on what she said.
    Now we are in a Sunday School class together where we talk about speaking the truth in love. We should let the Holy Spirit guide our words when speaking the truth.
    So, Janice, I typed all that out to say this. You are a gifted writer. I am sure with one of your prayers you can ask for the Holy Spirit to guide your words as you respond.

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  7. Janice, that’s sad, I’m sorry. I’d also tell her that I valued her friendship and your history together — and that the door would always be open on your end, should she reconsider.

    We live in a culture in which any real or perceived “offense” is simply not tolerated. That could leave us all quite friendless in the end.

    Today’s stories are on invasive snails and summer interns at the local nature preserves. I also need to figure nail down a Sunday photo assignment for a statue unveiling in front of the longshore dispatch hall. I just learned late this week that we have no photographers available to shoot it and we’ve been so over-budget on our photo interns that we have no more of that money to spend through the end of July.

    So I’m having to carry out the embarrassing task of arranging with the union for us to share photos that they may be taking. It’s all very frustrating, this predicament we find ourselves in these days …

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  8. I hung out with my neighbors in their backyard last night until after dark and came home with a big bag of grapes from their backyard. It was too hot to be indoors.

    I left the bedroom window open last night and opened up several windows in the living room by around 4 a.m. — I figured it was close enough to sunrise by then that all the serial killers would probably be home and in bed already.

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  9. So I went on Facebook today and I’m starting to think my niece may have joined a cult. It’s a well known one too, the Cult of Mary Kay Salesladies. She’s at the convention right now in Dallas and I’m fighting the urge to scream into the comments “Whatever you do, don’t drink the Kool Aid when they offer it at the end!”

    Yikes. Scary stuff……

    I think the family might need to do an intervention……

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  10. I have two things I have thought about saying. One is that if there are several ways to get to God then there was no reason that Jesus had to suffer and die on the cross as the plan of Almighty God to make a Way to Himself.

    The other in regards to why I would have any authority to be ‘judgemental’: This morning in my online Bible study, we are in Galatians at the end. The first verse I read, Galatians 6:1, “Brothers, if someone is caught in a sin, you who are spiritual should restore him gently. But watch yourself, or you also may be tempted.” Funny, in a divine way, for that verse to be first for today.

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  11. Janice, it could well be that your friend is going through a period of emotional upheaval and is simply lashing out. I have observed that women around menopausal age tend to be the ones who are most inflexible to hearing opposing viewpoints. Say what the Lord lays on your heart and trust the Holy Spirit to give the increase.

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  12. The Mary Kay Mantra right now is “If you have EVER sold Mary Kay, even if it was years ago, we need to talk”. The only thing worse is the Zyia Yoga Pants sellers.

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  13. My best friend from early high school (until we moved) is a national director in Mary Kay. She has earned several pink Cadillacs over the years. Her two daughters are following in her footsteps, and have also each earned more than one pink Cadillac. (I assume they sell or give away the older cars once they earn a new one.)

    Having said that, in those direct marketing companies, it is only a handful of people who reach those levels, and they are held up as examples of what “anyone” could do if they tried hard enough.

    But I gotta say, looking at the photos of the lavish conferences they put on, and the expensive “swag” they give the ladies, someone must be buying a lot of Mary Kay cosmetics.

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  14. Here’s a question for you all:

    What do you think it means to “plead the blood of Jesus” over a person or situation? Do you think this is a legitimate way to pray? Why or why not?


  15. Kizzie, my parents used to “plead the blood” on occasion, asking for a divine dose of protection. One time in particular, we’d been out somewhere, and Dad had accidentally cut off a motorcyclist or honked too long at a car, I don’t remember which, because I think we got followed home for one of each. (He was known on occasion to get mad and hold down the horn for 30 seconds or more, which isn’t the most polite driving, of course. I had someone do it to me once, and only then did I realize the angered driver could actually cause an accident that way, either because of his own distraction or because he so flusters the object of his anger.)

    Anyway, we got home and Mom rushed us into the house while Dad stayed outside to try to talk the man down, and Mom prayed and “pleaded the blood of Christ” over the situation.

    I don’t see it as having any biblical warrant, honestly, and maybe at least a hint of superstition. Now, to thank Jesus that His blood covers our sin, that is a different matter. But the blood as some good-luck charm (like a rabbit’s foot protecting someone from evil), no.

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  16. Thanks Cheryl, I had to send that link to one of my son’s. His family has a beagle, they had two but had to put one down a few months ago as her seizures became more and more frequent and were not responding to the ever more expensive meds


  17. Karen @ 2:13:
    in all my 89 years, I have only heard the phrase, “Pleading the blood of Jesus” a couple of times. I have no objection t it because I think the person is sincere and obviously is very distressed over something.
    However, I have never used it and see no use in it. Jesus is very specific in John 134, 13f. that “If you ask anything in my name, I will do it.” That is, God hears and the outcome will be perfect, according to his will.
    I can testify many experiences that the prayer was not specifically answered the way I wanted/expected, but it worked out for the best for me.

    As for “the many ways to God”, Jesus said, Jn. 14:6 “I am the way, the truth and the life, no man comes to the Father but by me.” It has been decades since I read “Pilgrim’s Progress”, but I remember Pilgrim was offered many short cuts in his journey, one that carried no frustrations and disappointments. But none led to the destination.
    There is only one way.

    And baptism isn’t The Way. Jesus is. “Except a man be born again…..”.

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  18. Not sure what you’re looking for, Kim. The events leading up to THIS birthday or her actual birth day?

    The actual story of the pregnancy is I think 10 pages long in my memoir–because it incorporates so much more than the breast lump. I was actually preparing to tell it the other day if I had to fill in on “Tell Your Story,” at church, but someone else stepped up.

    Basically, I felt God telling me to have another baby. I resisted the “word” for months–arguing with the best of my ability and with great reasons why another baby was NOT a good idea. God said nothing.

    My husband wanted another child (he always wants another child), but owing to some medical issues for me, left it all in my hands.

    I went round and round; the Lord knocked down every argument, quietly and definitely.

    One of those arguments was the baseline mammogram because I was 35 years old.

    When it came back questionable, I drove directly to the Navy hospital and asked to speak with the radiologist.

    The 19-year-old raw male corpsman behind the desk deflected my request. I got angry and said, “Can I ask you a question, then?”


    “Can I get pregnant?”

    He blushed bright red and hurried back to get the woman who had performed the mammogram.

    She said the following:

    “If it was serious, they would have called you immediately. Go ahead, I don’t think there will be a problem.”

    I probably got pregnant that night.

    Six weeks later, Navy medicine hit the roof: “WHAT were you thinking of getting pregnant with a lump in your breast?”

    I was angry beyond all proportion. I had asked. I had checked. I didn’t need nor particularly want this baby.

    And, I think screamed at God, “Was the point of all this to make me a pro-life martyr?”

    God still didn’t say anything.


  19. And so began a difficult, I’ve since realized, crisis pregnancy. When confronted by young women who say “you can’t possibly understand what a pregnancy means to me,” I don’t say anything.

    But I carried a child whose pregnancy might very well have been killing me.

    When I finally saw the surgeon, he somehow (HOW?) missed the fact I was pregnant. As he did the exam, he got a perplexed look on his face, “Have you ever been pregnant?”

    “I’m 17-weeks pregnant right now.”

    His face changed and he drew back, alarmed. He was about the same age as me.

    He nodded, continued the exam and when it was done, helped me up. I sat level with his eyes.

    “The first thing I’m going to say to you is, you don’t have to abort the baby.”

    “Good. Because I wouldn’t abort the baby.” That’s when the real seriousness of the crazy preceding months really hit me and my eye filled with tears.

    He became more alarmed.

    “Can you give me a few minutes to take this in?” I asked.

    He nodded and fled.

    I sat there by myself on that table and cried.

    I gave myself five minutes to get it out of my system.

    And then I did what DJ would probably do. I got off the table, pulled out my notebook and pen, metaphorically put on my reporter hat and wrote out 20 questions.

    I could do the emotions as a reporter.

    When he nervously peeked in 20 minutes later with a female corpsman, he found a confident woman who proceeded to interview him on breast cancer and pregnancy.

    He told me I had to wait until six months for the repeat mammogram.

    I said, “Well, at least if you caught it early, you’ll be able to get all the cancer.”

    He shook his head. “If you have breast cancer, you’re going to die of breast cancer at some point.”

    I argued from women’s magazine articles I’d read that the survival rate was so much higher.

    “They’re wrong.”

    And then I went home and spent three months researching breast cancer at the library–because there was no Internet then, and I only found three sources that discussed breast cancer in pregnancy.


  20. My mentor Bible study leader went into Hospice to die of breast cancer.

    And a host of other horrors.

    I was a volunteer at the local PCC. The director knew all this and was most encouraging and helpful, not to mention prayed for me.

    Lots of people across denominations prayed for me.

    My mom, a non-believer, was a basket case.

    I was curiously detached from the baby, even as it kicked away. I asked my husband one night if he’d given any thought to giving the baby up for adoption.

    He stared at me. “No. Have you?”

    “It’s a thought.”

    We didn’t discuss it again.

    At one point, I decided I was simply going to give birth and die, reasoning, it would be a bummer for me but a disaster for my husband having to raise four children, including an infant.

    I figured he’d probably get married again–and I’d want him to–and for some reason decided a widow in our small group Bible study would be a likely candidate. (He later looked at me like I was out of my mind when I told him).

    I hated her. She was going to raise my children.

    That was the emotional response–intellectually I knew not to hate her. The lump wasn’t her fault.

    Over the coming months, I read 30 books about cancer, ranging from Nancy Reagan’s advice, “Do whatever the doctors say,” to Our Bodies, Ourselves, which argued not to let a male doctor anywhere near you.

    I stopped at Dr. Susan Love’s “The Breast Book,” because Love was so matter-of-fact and reassuring–and she had photos.

    I left it that, and a peace that I cannot explain passed my understanding and I felt calm. It was going to be all right.

    When I had my second mammogram, the doctor put the slide up for me to view. It looked like a picture out of Dr. Love’s book.

    “I don’t think it’s cancer,” he said.

    I smiled at him. “I don’t think so either.”

    He did the lumpectomy and I will never forget the look on his face when he ran into my recovery room, glowing to shout, “It’s not cancer.”

    I looked up from my Mary Stewart novel and said. “I didn’t think so.”

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  21. There are so many spiritual lessons that came from Carolyn’s safe delivery. I grew in so many ways as a result of that crisis pregnancy.

    I remember, though, a month after that spiritual high of a safe delivery of my husband’s much longed for daughter, thinking that we needed to be wary of a spiritual hit.

    That often after God achieves a great result, Satan comes after us.

    That didn’t really happen, but I was praying and watching for it.

    It was interesting for sure. 11 months later we moved to Hawai’i.

    And that’s the short version! LOL

    Being Carolyn’s mother has stretched in ways her three older brothers never stretched me. Carrying her and wondering was not the only time, “Michelle pondered these things in her heart.”

    We will see what God will do.

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  22. Beautiful day in the neighborhood. Bright sunny skies.

    However it is still only about 50 degrees inside. We have no heat.
    When the skies clear at night it gets cold.
    It was 47.5 degrees inside when I got up.
    I am wearing socks, sweat pants, two nightgowns and a vest plus a jacket and blanket on my lap.
    My flat is on the shady side of the building so it is not warming up.
    Not sure if I can make bread today.


  23. Eighty four here as well, inside and outside. Beautiful day. No socks or sweat pants or nighties or vests or jackets or blankets….

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  24. Janice, sorry to hear about you and your longtime friend apparently parting ways. I don’t know what I’d say if I were in your situation. I’d probably not say anything unless I was sure of what, if anything, would need to be said.

    Also, what Roscuro said at 12:40. I can relate to that — menopause has done a number on me, and it feels like to me I’ve been cranky as all get-out for these past 5 years or so since it hit, even though I know that attitude is wrong. Maybe your friend has hit that wall in a similar manner. Some years down the road it might be different, and perhaps restoration of the friendship may come more readily?

    I know I sure don’t know, but we can hope. (And pray.)

    Kizzie, I’ve never heard the phrase, “plead the blood of Jesus.” I must have been really secluded a lot of my life, because a number of things lately that other people say they’ve heard of are terms or phrases I never have.

    Michelle, that’s quite a story. Thanks for sharing it.

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  25. I went for a walk tonight, and broke into a run a couple of times along the way. Felt good to pound out some of my angst.

    Those new running shoes I got a few weeks ago feel really great. I’ve been walking in them a lot, breaking them in, but tonight I knew was the time to finally use them for their intended purpose — to run.

    My knees feel alright tonight, so I think the shoes are going to work out well for running. The knees would hurt after running in my Nikes, which I haven’t done for a long while now. The new Asics are narrower and fit my feet better.

    I hope my joints continue to feel OK with regular running. Running is about the only consistent mood booster for me — when I run consistently (3 to 4 times a week or more).

    But I hesitate to run injured.

    Such a quandary, deciding when to run through pain, and when to let it rest and deal with the emotional upheaval that is my constant companion these days when I don’t run.

    Why does walking, or getting fresh air of any kind, or playing piano, or reading my Bible, or praying, not seem to do what vigorous exercise does?

    Sometimes I wonder if I’m making an idol of it, that if I can’t have my running, I’m simply doomed to be a grouch and that’s all there’s to it and I’ll just cop an attitude and that’s the end of the story.

    Does any of this ramble make sense? (No need to answer.)

    11:00 here. Time for bed. Good night, all.

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  26. Michelle, my mom volunteered with answering the CPC help line phone for I don’t know how many years in her seventies, and as an insomniac I know it was a sacrifice for her. (Which did give me an opening for a joke one day, when she answered “Crisis Pregnancy Help Line. May I help you?” I paused for a second, and knew it was her voice, so I said, “Yes, I’m pregnant, and I’m trying to figure out how to tell my mother.” To my relief, she laughed.)

    I wondered at first why she would choose that volunteer work–how does an old lady with seven children understand some teenager’s crisis pregnancy? Then I realized that she was pregnant three times in her 40s, with three children in 38 months, the third of them born in Phoenix in August when she was 45 years old and had a child not yet two and another barely three, plus four older children, a husband who worked nights, and a small house–and her oldest son, 17, had just joined the army (during the Vietnam War) because the house was too small for seven children, and her husband saw that as a good solution. Was it a crisis pregnancy? It pretty much had to be!

    And then one day Mom told me that as much as she didn’t condone abortion, she understood why women might be tempted if they had no support system. She said, “During the first trimester, it doesn’t seem like a baby yet. You don’t feel ‘pregnant’; you just feel sick.” She went on to say that if you are pro-child and pro-life, that you get through that season–but if you got pregnant when you had never considered having a baby, and you had no resources to care for a baby and people in your life objecting to you having one, you could be quite vulnerable in that time of just feeling sick to do what it took to get through it. I thought it amazing empathy and realized she probably did well in those phone calls with scared, hurting girls–even though in general Mom was much more comfortable with boys and men than with girls and women. Somehow that particular “crisis” touched her heart.

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  27. 6 Arrows, I’m sure you know this, but I’ll answer it anyway. If you can’t run, you are obligated before God to “take every thought captive” and focus on loving others and not succumbing to your flesh. BUT the effect of hormones on mood is real, and it’s a harder battle when the body is working against you. If you realized that Coke made you feel worse and water made you feel better, you wouldn’t hesitate to limit or eliminate Coke. You know that running helps, so thank God for it and run as an act of service to Him in taking proper stewardship over your body. And if you can’t run for some reason, surrender that to Him and ask for His help in keeping your attitude in check.

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  28. Cheryl (12:17), yes, I understand that (second sentence), but it helps to see it in print, so thank you for reminding me.

    I hadn’t really thought about viewing running as an act of service to God in taking stewardship over the body He’s given me. I know that everything we do should be done to the glory of God, but I hadn’t quite thought about running in the way you described. It’s a good thought.


  29. DJ, 2:48, LOL!

    Oh, by the way, I had a dream last night in which we were talking on the phone. I don’t know who called whom, and we weren’t talking about running, but Annie, Tess, and Cowboy came up in the course of the conversation, as well as 90-degree houses. 🙂 (OK, my house didn’t get that hot, but it was 90 degrees outside temperature here yesterday.)


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