Good Morning Everyone. I have been keeping up with Jeff on FB. He seems off the rails and borderline homeless. It is sad to witness. Please continue to pray for him…
And while you’re at it…This is the WEEK. We close on Friday. The movers are coming Saturday. We have packed and packed and packed and there is still more “stuff”. How do we accummulate so much STUFF?
I know that after my father died I got rid of a lot of things and if I knew what some of it was, I would probably regret it…but this is ridiculous ! I know I had gotten rid of a lot. I told you all long ago that they more I hauled to the thrift shops the happier I got. Now I’ve got more stuff. How did that happen?
We have been here almost 8 years. Hard to believe!
So I suppose the request is to pray for Mr. P and me…that we don’t kill each other! He is seeing all the little things that need to be fixed here and I am worried about getting us there.
Michelle (from yesterday): QOD: Why do teenage girls want to spend hours at the mall?
It seems that will soon pass as malls seem to be closing in a lot of places due to people buying online. But at least those girls are not sitting around using their phones!
Prayers, Kim, for all to go smoothly for your move with a lot of grace flowing between you and Mr. P, and may your new home be filled with the blessing of God’s peace.
I hear the sounds of goats in our neighborhood. From the houses that back up to the ones across the street I heard a baby goat ‘kid’ crying, and from the houses on the street behind our house I heard a deep bellow. So funny in this urban area to hear them in surround sound😅
Peter, I thought the same thing. The malls around us are converting to mulri-use business projects. The popular Northlake Mall has basically been taken over by the huge Emory healthcare system, and our closer North Dekalb Mall is awaiting transformatoon so is closed except for the theater and a few stores on the perimeter that would not be ones any teeneger would appreciate😅
The mall hung up a big sign–“Better than online– IRL!”
It took me a while to cipher out In Real Life.
Like Kim, I’m fighting the battle of getting rid of things, but I did buy a pair of shorts on sale. (Don’t remember the last time that happened!).
I’ve been hanging out in thrift shops for the last several years, picking up jigsaw puzzles most of the time, as well as odds and ends for my daughter.
Two weeks ago, I found the exact couch my daughter has been looking for as it came through the door. She picked it up that night.
The Finnish girls wanted to go thrift shopping–which surprised me. They bought old jeans for $10! (They were trying on ripped jeans–I’m always surprised)
(I bought three jigsaw puzzles and a wood chair for my office–$5. My engineer had to use another $5 to buy the screw, but now I’ve got a chair!)
I noticed, though, that the food court was missing 1/3 of its former occupants. It was busy Sunday afternoon.
Before actual malls, I remember my friends and I liked to wander through the downtown main street in our home town. There was the record shop, a couple clothing stores and we could get a coke at the Grants lunch counter.
A friend and I took a spin through one of the local malls a few years ago (pre-pandemic) to check out a remodeling job that had finished up earlier in the year. I remember mentioning how odd it was that we found walking in a mall so fascinating at one point in our much-younger lives.
I realized, too, that most of the stores are geared for “young people.” Wow, there’s a term that makes me sound old!
Kim, praying for the moving week, at least you don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think I could get through another move. And yes, where does all that stuff come from? it’s endless.
I’ve been clearing out closets, tossing a lot, giving away some more. I’m already making more house overhaul plans for a stay-cation week.
I’m so sorry to hear about Jeff, will be praying for him. I have a friend from the dog park days who has been homeless in town for a few years, diagnosed with schizophrenia but refuses medication and won’t accept shelter or other “real” help (either from friends or the homeless assistance team which has approached her several times). Heartbreaking.
Morning! It’s hot already ..78…and I have been out watering the flowers in preparation of a high of 90 in this forest.
Phones everywhere 😂 Now it is watches. My daughter kept looking at her watch the other day. She gets texts on her watch and she typed replies on the thing. No thanks..I am just now learning how to use the phone!
Last night before bed I popped in to FB and this came up on my memories.
I shared it with this as the addition:
Then there are the times your words come back to haunt you….
Something I used to wish I could do is about to happen and I’ve been stressed and snapping.
Time to be grateful.
Are prayers answered? Always. Sometimes the answer is yes, sometimes 50no, and sometimes, not yet.
I love total silence in the morning as I drink coffee and get dressed. It is the only time I don’t have a dozen things on my mind and I just “drift” from thought to thought. I was thinking about my life. The past and the present. Years ago, when I was married to the “poorest man in America”, I used to wish I had just $50 no one knew I had, so I could spend it on whatever I wanted. Then I went to work with a company that gave a “spiff” every week at the sales meeting. If you hit quota the sales manager handed you a $50 bill. Depending on how far over quota you got there were multiple $50 bills. No one but me knew I had that money.
Fast forward 15 or so years and I stopped by someone’s house who was having landscapers putting in new flower beds and revamping everything. I thought (a little sarcastically) “Wow. That must be nice to have that kind of money”. This past June I had landscaper revamp my front yard and put in lighting.
Be careful where your thoughts lead you. Are you miserable, unhappy, and dissatisfied with your life? You will be even more miserable, unhappy, and dissatisfied, and if you are anything like me that will get you into even more trouble that will make you even more unhappy.
Take a few minutes now and write down everything you have to be thankful for right now, and even be thankful for the bad things that happened in the past that brought you here today to look back on, accept, and be thankful it made you who you are today.
Practice gratitude. I’m still not good at it but I am improving.
Oh, and thank the people who have made it possible.
So the rest of the story:
When I was married to G and we first started looking for a house to buy, one of the properties was a condo/townhouse and even then the agent was selling me on the fact that we could live there a few years, then buy a single family detached house when we decided to have children. It was $30,000 but we couldn’t buy it because we had a Golden Retriever. Several years ago I sold a unit in there to Mama Ruth’s grand-daughter for $125,000. The one I wanted to buy way back would be paid for right now and simply earning income.
We bought a house a couple of years later for $72,000 and lived there for 10+ years. Once again, our agent tried to talk us into keeping it and renting it. We couldn’t do it. G was scared to have two mortgages. It was purchased ona 30 year loan in October of 1993. It would be paid for and pulling in about $1,500 a month.
As you know, after 14 years of marriage…it didn’t work out. I gave up.
Then there is Mr. P. He challenges me at ever turn. He frustrates me when he gets something in his mind…but he listens to me.
In the KW world they talk about passive income all the time. They tell us we have the inside scoop on a good deal. Perhaps when you go on a listing appointment you should be thinking about whether you would like that property yourself.
For a couple of years I have been looking for an investment property. We looked at a duplex but I didn’t have the heart to evict the single dad in one side and the “special” guy in the other…so we passed. Then we made an offer on a house last year that didn’t work out, so we used that money to pay off Mr. P’s truck.
This year, I got the swift kick in the rear to move. I didn’t want Maddie going home with another little girl and becoming a brat like her. I also knew that we would start seeing less and less of her as she got involved in school and we lived too far away, so I kept my ears open and started looking…
This house where are moving is new construction. They gave us 4.9 interest rate on a VA loan and $7,400 in closing cost. They are also paying a 5% commission. It’s all working out. This house in FH will cash flow $800 a month AFTER we add paying more property tax and a higher insurance premium. We have a renter already. They are moving in the end of July.
Something I couldn’t even dream of 10 or 12 years ago and certainly not in 2008 is happening and I need to stop and say, “Thank You, God”. And thank you P-aul H-url-burt for listening to me AND for being a veteran so we can take advantage of your benefits/entitlement.
And, thank all of you for praying for me all these years….
Prayer Fatigue by Jennifer Kennedy Dean is free for Kindle at Amazon. I went to a women’s retreat where this author keynoted. She was great. She is now deceased. I have enjoyed her Bible studies.
Amen, Kim, you have a grateful heart and that pleases God.
I also still mourn Tess and Cowboy, both losses were a year ago, back to back, this month. I dreamed about Cowboy last night and a couple of my special dogs through the years pop up as “bit” players in my dreams from time to time. The dreams aren’t “about” them; but they’re there.
I remember telling my pastor several months ago when he sent an email to check in on me that ever since the “dawn” of the pandemic this has been a season of loss for me — two very close girlfriends, two best-ever companion dogs (and now also the much-loved cat), the (partial) knee (that has since been fixed, thank you, God), my cherished Jeep (silly maybe, but I loved that car and took such good care of it for so many years), the work/newsroom routine (though I’m so incredibly thankful I still am employed and am OK with working from home) …
The tears over all those losses still come. But so does the realization of the (sometimes slowly) unfolding of God’s responses. Not always how we want things — I still don’t like the replacement Jeep Cherokee much but do appreciate having a car — but He brings us through it all.
It seems like God gives us these periods of rapid and often painful change. Then, given some time, we are able to see how he uses those times to grow and strengthen our faith. And we are left also realizing (again) how needy we truly are.
And, really, I am grateful for the (wimpy Jeep) car. lol
It’s a smooth ride, very reliable. And thanks to no daily work commutes, I’ve managed to put on very few miles (only 10,000) in the three years since I’ve had it (purchased with 40,000 miles).
I do need a “4WD service” and need to take care of that, I think it is just a fluid change that is required? But apparently most mechanics don’t do that and I’ve put it off. A tire place, I think, is where I need to go.
So glad to have run into my other neighbor today, her son — the one who had so much trouble and was arrested — is doing well, he’s spending a year at a court-ordered treatment center in the mountains; she’s visited a couple times and said he told her to say hi to me (and to apologize on his behalf for his behavior). He’s the cook up there, she said — which is always what he loved doing, dreamed of owning a restaurant someday.
I’d wondered about him but hadn’t seen his mom hardly at all (she is gone most days and comes and goes at times when I’m rarely outside to see her to speak to her). So grateful and praying he comes to faith through all of this. Praying for good counselors, including some who are believers.
Speaking of restaurants, I’m watching “The Bear” (rough — but real-life — language, some funny and poignant moments) that is focused on a family restaurant in Chicago. It’s gotten some good reviews and I was touched by something a NYT commentator (a Christian) wrote about one of the more volatile, explosive and angry characters that struck me as so insightful:
~ One of the most beautiful passages in all of Scripture is in the Book of Isaiah. In Christian tradition, the prophet describes the coming messiah and declares, “A bruised reed he will not break, and a faintly burning wick he will not quench.” Richie is the very definition of a bruised reed, and as is so often the case, his bruises don’t manifest themselves in attractive ways. It’s easy to love someone who presents as vulnerable. It’s harder to love those who manifest their pain with rage and snarls.
I’ve seen this with my own eyes. I’ve seen how we’ve become a nation of bruised reeds, busy breaking one another. We see the rage but we miss the pain. We exclude the very people we most need to include. We lash back to inflict even greater wounds. We forget to seek the virtues hidden under a shell of vice.
That was me, was trying to add the closing paragraph:
~ I’m not a television or film critic. I’m a fan. That means I approach movies and TV shows predisposed to like them. But I can still recognize a transcendent performance, and my amateur recommendation is to give Moss-Bachrach, the actor who plays Richie, all of the awards. Now. Episode by episode, his performance reveals both the nature of suffering and the simple human power of telling a person in pain — by deeds even more than by words — that he will not be left behind, that he has a place where he truly belongs. ~
PS, David French was the writer. I realize he’s not liked by many, but he’s a thoughtful believer, has some wonderfully reflective pieces and is a good addition to the voices at the NYT.
Janice – The Bible study was only supposed to be six weeks long, then meet a couple times in the summer for an activity, and then start up again in the fall.
However, none of us wanted it to end! We had all bonded well and felt such a need to get together and talk and pray and encourage each other. So for the past two or three weeks, we have done just that. No actual Bible study, but lots of talking, praying, and some singing. It has been wonderful.
Our leader, Jody, has said that this is not how she expected it to go, but she has been pleased, and sees the need we have to get to know each other in this deeper way. We also have a group text for sending prayer requests or other messages.
In the fall, we will start another Bible study. There is a study on the Book of James that we will be doing, but I think we will start off with another one first, if I understand that right.
Just wondering if it is the custom as I have noticed here that the top admin staff member at various churches is not a member of the church where they are employed? One person did mot even appear to be a church member anywhere. Another was Catholic and may have not been a regular attendee at mass. It just somehow has struck med as a bit odd.
Kizzie, your Bible study experience sounds so like my experience with the group of older ladies from my former church. But we have had postponements a lot over the summer because of people traveling so I have missed it. I have been the only one not traveling. It reminds of when as a child all my friends weny on vacation and I was home without them and nothing to do. But as an adult I always have too much to do!
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Good Morning Everyone. I have been keeping up with Jeff on FB. He seems off the rails and borderline homeless. It is sad to witness. Please continue to pray for him…
And while you’re at it…This is the WEEK. We close on Friday. The movers are coming Saturday. We have packed and packed and packed and there is still more “stuff”. How do we accummulate so much STUFF?
I know that after my father died I got rid of a lot of things and if I knew what some of it was, I would probably regret it…but this is ridiculous ! I know I had gotten rid of a lot. I told you all long ago that they more I hauled to the thrift shops the happier I got. Now I’ve got more stuff. How did that happen?
We have been here almost 8 years. Hard to believe!
So I suppose the request is to pray for Mr. P and me…that we don’t kill each other! He is seeing all the little things that need to be fixed here and I am worried about getting us there.
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Michelle (from yesterday): QOD: Why do teenage girls want to spend hours at the mall?
It seems that will soon pass as malls seem to be closing in a lot of places due to people buying online. But at least those girls are not sitting around using their phones!
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Good morning!
Prayers, Kim, for all to go smoothly for your move with a lot of grace flowing between you and Mr. P, and may your new home be filled with the blessing of God’s peace.
I hear the sounds of goats in our neighborhood. From the houses that back up to the ones across the street I heard a baby goat ‘kid’ crying, and from the houses on the street behind our house I heard a deep bellow. So funny in this urban area to hear them in surround sound😅
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Peter, I thought the same thing. The malls around us are converting to mulri-use business projects. The popular Northlake Mall has basically been taken over by the huge Emory healthcare system, and our closer North Dekalb Mall is awaiting transformatoon so is closed except for the theater and a few stores on the perimeter that would not be ones any teeneger would appreciate😅
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The mall hung up a big sign–“Better than online– IRL!”
It took me a while to cipher out In Real Life.
Like Kim, I’m fighting the battle of getting rid of things, but I did buy a pair of shorts on sale. (Don’t remember the last time that happened!).
I’ve been hanging out in thrift shops for the last several years, picking up jigsaw puzzles most of the time, as well as odds and ends for my daughter.
Two weeks ago, I found the exact couch my daughter has been looking for as it came through the door. She picked it up that night.
The Finnish girls wanted to go thrift shopping–which surprised me. They bought old jeans for $10! (They were trying on ripped jeans–I’m always surprised)
(I bought three jigsaw puzzles and a wood chair for my office–$5. My engineer had to use another $5 to buy the screw, but now I’ve got a chair!)
I noticed, though, that the food court was missing 1/3 of its former occupants. It was busy Sunday afternoon.
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Uh, Peter, phones were out.
Always.
I’m amazed our Internet held up to six people using it at once!
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I will have to remember, IRL.
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Good morning, all. Busy day here as I am trying to get in a little overtime.
Remembering Jeff in prayer. And also Kim and Mr P that all goes well in the move.
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Michelle @10:17, lol — yes, phones, always, everywhere.
Before actual malls, I remember my friends and I liked to wander through the downtown main street in our home town. There was the record shop, a couple clothing stores and we could get a coke at the Grants lunch counter.
A friend and I took a spin through one of the local malls a few years ago (pre-pandemic) to check out a remodeling job that had finished up earlier in the year. I remember mentioning how odd it was that we found walking in a mall so fascinating at one point in our much-younger lives.
I realized, too, that most of the stores are geared for “young people.” Wow, there’s a term that makes me sound old!
Kim, praying for the moving week, at least you don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think I could get through another move. And yes, where does all that stuff come from? it’s endless.
I’ve been clearing out closets, tossing a lot, giving away some more. I’m already making more house overhaul plans for a stay-cation week.
I’m so sorry to hear about Jeff, will be praying for him. I have a friend from the dog park days who has been homeless in town for a few years, diagnosed with schizophrenia but refuses medication and won’t accept shelter or other “real” help (either from friends or the homeless assistance team which has approached her several times). Heartbreaking.
Life is (so often) hard.
Are you in direct touch with him at all via FB?
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Good morning, all. I have not bought shorts in….thirty plus years. But then, I don’t wear shorts. I live in rattle snake country.
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Morning! It’s hot already ..78…and I have been out watering the flowers in preparation of a high of 90 in this forest.
Phones everywhere 😂 Now it is watches. My daughter kept looking at her watch the other day. She gets texts on her watch and she typed replies on the thing. No thanks..I am just now learning how to use the phone!
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Last night before bed I popped in to FB and this came up on my memories.
I shared it with this as the addition:
Then there are the times your words come back to haunt you….
Something I used to wish I could do is about to happen and I’ve been stressed and snapping.
Time to be grateful.
Are prayers answered? Always. Sometimes the answer is yes, sometimes 50no, and sometimes, not yet.
I love total silence in the morning as I drink coffee and get dressed. It is the only time I don’t have a dozen things on my mind and I just “drift” from thought to thought. I was thinking about my life. The past and the present. Years ago, when I was married to the “poorest man in America”, I used to wish I had just $50 no one knew I had, so I could spend it on whatever I wanted. Then I went to work with a company that gave a “spiff” every week at the sales meeting. If you hit quota the sales manager handed you a $50 bill. Depending on how far over quota you got there were multiple $50 bills. No one but me knew I had that money.
Fast forward 15 or so years and I stopped by someone’s house who was having landscapers putting in new flower beds and revamping everything. I thought (a little sarcastically) “Wow. That must be nice to have that kind of money”. This past June I had landscaper revamp my front yard and put in lighting.
Be careful where your thoughts lead you. Are you miserable, unhappy, and dissatisfied with your life? You will be even more miserable, unhappy, and dissatisfied, and if you are anything like me that will get you into even more trouble that will make you even more unhappy.
Take a few minutes now and write down everything you have to be thankful for right now, and even be thankful for the bad things that happened in the past that brought you here today to look back on, accept, and be thankful it made you who you are today.
Practice gratitude. I’m still not good at it but I am improving.
Oh, and thank the people who have made it possible.
So the rest of the story:
When I was married to G and we first started looking for a house to buy, one of the properties was a condo/townhouse and even then the agent was selling me on the fact that we could live there a few years, then buy a single family detached house when we decided to have children. It was $30,000 but we couldn’t buy it because we had a Golden Retriever. Several years ago I sold a unit in there to Mama Ruth’s grand-daughter for $125,000. The one I wanted to buy way back would be paid for right now and simply earning income.
We bought a house a couple of years later for $72,000 and lived there for 10+ years. Once again, our agent tried to talk us into keeping it and renting it. We couldn’t do it. G was scared to have two mortgages. It was purchased ona 30 year loan in October of 1993. It would be paid for and pulling in about $1,500 a month.
As you know, after 14 years of marriage…it didn’t work out. I gave up.
Then there is Mr. P. He challenges me at ever turn. He frustrates me when he gets something in his mind…but he listens to me.
In the KW world they talk about passive income all the time. They tell us we have the inside scoop on a good deal. Perhaps when you go on a listing appointment you should be thinking about whether you would like that property yourself.
For a couple of years I have been looking for an investment property. We looked at a duplex but I didn’t have the heart to evict the single dad in one side and the “special” guy in the other…so we passed. Then we made an offer on a house last year that didn’t work out, so we used that money to pay off Mr. P’s truck.
This year, I got the swift kick in the rear to move. I didn’t want Maddie going home with another little girl and becoming a brat like her. I also knew that we would start seeing less and less of her as she got involved in school and we lived too far away, so I kept my ears open and started looking…
This house where are moving is new construction. They gave us 4.9 interest rate on a VA loan and $7,400 in closing cost. They are also paying a 5% commission. It’s all working out. This house in FH will cash flow $800 a month AFTER we add paying more property tax and a higher insurance premium. We have a renter already. They are moving in the end of July.
Something I couldn’t even dream of 10 or 12 years ago and certainly not in 2008 is happening and I need to stop and say, “Thank You, God”. And thank you P-aul H-url-burt for listening to me AND for being a veteran so we can take advantage of your benefits/entitlement.
And, thank all of you for praying for me all these years….
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Oh and my Boy would have been 15 today. Amos you are missed.
The other thing is – I knew in my heart he would never move to Pensacola with me. 😔
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Amen, Kim.
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Prayer Fatigue by Jennifer Kennedy Dean is free for Kindle at Amazon. I went to a women’s retreat where this author keynoted. She was great. She is now deceased. I have enjoyed her Bible studies.
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Kizzie have you finished your recent ladies’ Bible study? How did it go?
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Amen, Kim, you have a grateful heart and that pleases God.
I also still mourn Tess and Cowboy, both losses were a year ago, back to back, this month. I dreamed about Cowboy last night and a couple of my special dogs through the years pop up as “bit” players in my dreams from time to time. The dreams aren’t “about” them; but they’re there.
I remember telling my pastor several months ago when he sent an email to check in on me that ever since the “dawn” of the pandemic this has been a season of loss for me — two very close girlfriends, two best-ever companion dogs (and now also the much-loved cat), the (partial) knee (that has since been fixed, thank you, God), my cherished Jeep (silly maybe, but I loved that car and took such good care of it for so many years), the work/newsroom routine (though I’m so incredibly thankful I still am employed and am OK with working from home) …
The tears over all those losses still come. But so does the realization of the (sometimes slowly) unfolding of God’s responses. Not always how we want things — I still don’t like the replacement Jeep Cherokee much but do appreciate having a car — but He brings us through it all.
It seems like God gives us these periods of rapid and often painful change. Then, given some time, we are able to see how he uses those times to grow and strengthen our faith. And we are left also realizing (again) how needy we truly are.
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And, really, I am grateful for the (wimpy Jeep) car. lol
It’s a smooth ride, very reliable. And thanks to no daily work commutes, I’ve managed to put on very few miles (only 10,000) in the three years since I’ve had it (purchased with 40,000 miles).
I do need a “4WD service” and need to take care of that, I think it is just a fluid change that is required? But apparently most mechanics don’t do that and I’ve put it off. A tire place, I think, is where I need to go.
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Good blog pist on Sound of Freedom:
https://womantowomanmentoring.com/2023/07/why-would-mainstream-media-not-want-you-to-see-sound-of-freedom/?fbclid=IwAR1BpLDXbm5yKTTXkXTxwgWsBXQS2y6vHilWXkhF1SmB9m-u2z6k773vcDY
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Mumsee, the lady who wrote that blog piece appears to live in Boise according to her Facebook profile.
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Thanks, Janice, that post had a lot of helpful info.
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So glad to have run into my other neighbor today, her son — the one who had so much trouble and was arrested — is doing well, he’s spending a year at a court-ordered treatment center in the mountains; she’s visited a couple times and said he told her to say hi to me (and to apologize on his behalf for his behavior). He’s the cook up there, she said — which is always what he loved doing, dreamed of owning a restaurant someday.
I’d wondered about him but hadn’t seen his mom hardly at all (she is gone most days and comes and goes at times when I’m rarely outside to see her to speak to her). So grateful and praying he comes to faith through all of this. Praying for good counselors, including some who are believers.
Speaking of restaurants, I’m watching “The Bear” (rough — but real-life — language, some funny and poignant moments) that is focused on a family restaurant in Chicago. It’s gotten some good reviews and I was touched by something a NYT commentator (a Christian) wrote about one of the more volatile, explosive and angry characters that struck me as so insightful:
~ One of the most beautiful passages in all of Scripture is in the Book of Isaiah. In Christian tradition, the prophet describes the coming messiah and declares, “A bruised reed he will not break, and a faintly burning wick he will not quench.” Richie is the very definition of a bruised reed, and as is so often the case, his bruises don’t manifest themselves in attractive ways. It’s easy to love someone who presents as vulnerable. It’s harder to love those who manifest their pain with rage and snarls.
I’ve seen this with my own eyes. I’ve seen how we’ve become a nation of bruised reeds, busy breaking one another. We see the rage but we miss the pain. We exclude the very people we most need to include. We lash back to inflict even greater wounds. We forget to seek the virtues hidden under a shell of vice.
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That was me, was trying to add the closing paragraph:
~ I’m not a television or film critic. I’m a fan. That means I approach movies and TV shows predisposed to like them. But I can still recognize a transcendent performance, and my amateur recommendation is to give Moss-Bachrach, the actor who plays Richie, all of the awards. Now. Episode by episode, his performance reveals both the nature of suffering and the simple human power of telling a person in pain — by deeds even more than by words — that he will not be left behind, that he has a place where he truly belongs. ~
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PS, David French was the writer. I realize he’s not liked by many, but he’s a thoughtful believer, has some wonderfully reflective pieces and is a good addition to the voices at the NYT.
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Janice – The Bible study was only supposed to be six weeks long, then meet a couple times in the summer for an activity, and then start up again in the fall.
However, none of us wanted it to end! We had all bonded well and felt such a need to get together and talk and pray and encourage each other. So for the past two or three weeks, we have done just that. No actual Bible study, but lots of talking, praying, and some singing. It has been wonderful.
Our leader, Jody, has said that this is not how she expected it to go, but she has been pleased, and sees the need we have to get to know each other in this deeper way. We also have a group text for sending prayer requests or other messages.
In the fall, we will start another Bible study. There is a study on the Book of James that we will be doing, but I think we will start off with another one first, if I understand that right.
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Just wondering if it is the custom as I have noticed here that the top admin staff member at various churches is not a member of the church where they are employed? One person did mot even appear to be a church member anywhere. Another was Catholic and may have not been a regular attendee at mass. It just somehow has struck med as a bit odd.
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That does sound odd, Janice!
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Kizzie, your Bible study experience sounds so like my experience with the group of older ladies from my former church. But we have had postponements a lot over the summer because of people traveling so I have missed it. I have been the only one not traveling. It reminds of when as a child all my friends weny on vacation and I was home without them and nothing to do. But as an adult I always have too much to do!
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