Well, the oatmeal spilled in a grumpy-ish morning moment is swept up.
Same with Sunday’s popcorn.
It’s snowing. Life is SO full of surprises. 🙂
I took this quiz, finding out the first time that my inner nationality is British. The second time around it was Brazilian because I chose slightly different answers that still fit me. Whatever, folks. I also did one that said what kind of a woman I really am. Not telling results.
Whenever I do foolish things like take random quizzes, I see my mom in the rearview mirror and she doesn’t look impressed. I am glad she’s not too far away. Without her, I may do even more foolish things. I love her!
Liesl and I took a walk down our long lane and at the end we met our neighbor, Mr. Mack, who is also the new deacon at church. He dropped his little boy off with us and now Liesl and Trevin are playing something happy and pretend, their loud voices reaching me here while I drink my Red Rose tea, thick with cream and honey.
I need to start walking daily again. I feel winter settling in around me and its whiteness and silence can easily bog me right down in places where I don’t want to go.
It’s so pretty, though. And the wood fire. Mmm. And nights like these:
I love it much that Dan plays board games with people who need absolutely piles of help.
I am a Peachey. The Peachey mantra for relaxation is “Give me a coffee and some conversation. Or give me a book to read.” ~The End.~ (I might add, “Give me the laptop. May that not disgrace the Peachey tribe.)
But playing a board game is one of the worst forms of torture. ESPecially playing a board game with 5, 7, and 8 year olds. Long live my wonderful mother-in-law, who raised a son who loves to teach life and business to his children with a board game. My mother-in-law is a great game player herself, patiently coaching, cheering the winner, encouraging the loser.
In my defense, I like any game that involves words and/or talking. Card games are tolerable. But I do not want to go around a board pretending to like farming! Or construction work! Or real estate! ~The End.~ ( I try to be a good sport and do it sometimes. But everyone sees through my false cheerfulness.)
We were discussing Nunavit the other day. It is the newest territory in Canada, a break off from Northwest Territories. To get a picture of its vastness, understand that there’s 63 square kilometres for each person. Talk about lonely.
This 3rd grader just discovered Anne of Green Gables. She is also SO excited about singing alto on a few program songs at school. I think I was quite a bit like her in grade 3. The other day she said, “Being a teacher must be hard! Because you know? I don’t like hurting people’s feelings, but when you did report cards, you’d have to write the truth, not just what makes the parents feel good.” Indeed, Getting through life without hurting people’s feelings is a good but impossible goal.
I love, love kids’ artwork.
I was thinking the other day about writing and honesty and the ideas we get about people from what we read of them online or see at church or even deduce in a nice meal at their house or a weekend with them.
They just really seem to have it together and we just really don’t.
There are things we’re all going through that are hard. I think I can’t tell you mine because I could hurt my husband or my children or someone in my church. Or myself….. my own self that I want everyone to believe is doing okay. Really.
You might be having horrid battles with an adolescent. Or be feeling so overwhelmed with your mess that you can hardly hold your head up. Or maybe you moved and you miss your mom and haven’t found one kindred spirit anywhere nearby. Or maybe your husband’s cell phone addiction is about to put your marriage under. Or maybe you don’t like your preacher one bit. Or maybe you have a terrible dread that your teenager is viewing porn. Or maybe you’re so jealous of someone that you feel like your life is being eaten away.
I don’t know why I’m writing these things, except to say that there is someone somewhere who understands. Find someone. Telling our secrets robs of them of their power. I read and never forgot that line over at Confessions one day. I won’t look it up, but maybe you can go back and find it.
And you are the apple of God’s eye. Dan preached about that yesterday and I told him on the way home that I wonder why I can’t just BELIEVE that and go around basking in it. Because it’s really an awesome concept and God says it in Deuteronomy and Zechariah about Israel. And Israel was just a mess, not very prone to making God proud. I can see that He might feel that way about me a few days out of the year. But today?
But He feels about me like I do about those children pictured up there. ^^^^^^
Some things you just have to hold onto by faith and pray that the feelings will come some sweet day.
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(Yes. I like when you comment. And if you read here but NEVER say a word, do so this snowy Monday. But goodness. That is terribly bossy. I will modify it with if you wish, honeys.)