The Same

Romans 8:11 “And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through his Spirit, who lives in you.”


Long time ago when Thad was barely 3, and I first went back to work, I drove Tony’s truck.  It was a five-speed, on the floor, Ford F150.  I also drove it when I was pregnant with Victoria which was interesting enough. . .but by the time it was “my” vehicle again, both the babies were born and riding to school with their Daddy every day.

Each morning, I would get up, get dressed–get the kids downstairs and fed and hugged and hugged some more, then I would leave for work dressed in  my cute, home-sewn skirt and some pastel top–teacher flats–hair coiffed, makeup applied, perfumed. . .and off I’d go.

More than once at a particular traffic light at FM1960 and Jones Rd., I would have to stop and wait several minutes to turn left to head to my campus.  During those times, I got more than one strange look.

Everyone from teenagers to truck drivers would look over at this beat up, faded, rusty, beleaguered pick-up (like people do who sit at four minute traffic lights), yet inside sat a  relatively young AND relatively plump lady dressed nicely for work–NOT the doo-rag/baseball cap wearing, scruffy, flannel-shirted geezer they expected to see.  (Nothing against doo-rags, caps, flannel, OR geezers).  Their faces registered sleepiness or boredom, then shock, then either surprise or humor–and quite often I received a wave or a thumbs up with their chuckles–a head shake as if to say, “Well, if that don’t beat all!” A curly-haired, 30-something lady was not the status-quo for a vehicle of such. . .character.

And that is how we are isn’t it?    To the outside world, at a glance, we are beleaguered.  Worn out.  Scarred.  Dusty.  Rusty.  Bent.  “Hard-pressed on every side, perplexed, persecuted, struck down. . .” (II Cor. 4:8&9) There is an expectation of how we will behave–respond–react.  Many days we, ourselves,  feel each dent and scratch.  We stutter and stop when the clutch is released rather than move along.

Yet a closer look–a time to stop and ponder–one more turn of the key with a firm foot to the gas shows those nearby and reminds us that we are NOT crushed or in despair or abandoned or destroyed.   “For God, who said, ‘Let light shine out of darkness,’ made HIS light shine in our HEARTS to give us the LIGHT of the knowledge of the GLORY of God in the FACE of Christ.” (II Cor. 4:6) The LIGHT of the knowledge of the GLORY of God in the FACE of Christ is to shine from OUR  faces–from our smiles–from our eyes–from our souls–clean, shiny, dressed up, and smellin’ good!

“Therefore, we do not lose heart.  Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.” (II Cor. 4:16)

Rusty, dusty, bent? Yes.  But on the inside–renewed, clean, whole, sanctified, and purring like a kitten!



Give Up

More Phineus and Ferb GOLD!!! Even if you’re not a fan, this is definitely worth a listen. Candace is ALWAYS trying to bust her brothers, but inevitably she is thwarted at the last minutes. In THIS episode, she is listening to an adult give a “don’t give up speech” but in true teenage fashion, Candace hears ONLY what she wants to hear. “Blah, blah, blah, give up. Blahbitty, blah, blah give up. Blah-blee, blah, give up.” Hence, this song. VERY funny–especially at the end.

Hey, it’s not really failure if you’re not even tryin’.

More Dragon Wisdom

We are now on the 8th book in the How to Train Your Dragon series–How to Break a Dragon’s Heart. Not that any of us WANT to break a dragon’s heart. That’s just the title.

The books are NOTHING like the movie–although the movie is pretty good. There is pattern that Cressida Cowell uses, but her writing is downright hilariously clever to the point that Victoria, Thad, and I have had some of our hardest laughs while reading her books–but it is laced with melancholy at times. . .and there are bits of wisdom dropped throughout like bread crumbs. Tonight, I ran across another. . .

“But I am not really lost,” she said to herself, “because it does not matter so much WHERE you are as long as you know WHO you are.”

That, and the fact that I HAVE to love a published author who uses the dash (–) AND capitalizes words freely and with abandon. Just sayin’.

Sometimes. . .

“Sometimes it is only a True Friend who knows what we mean when we try to speak. Somebody who has spent a lot of time with us, and listens carefully to what we are trying to say, and tries to understand.”

How to Cheat a Dragon’s Curse by Cressida Cowell (also author of How to Drain Your Dragon and the rest in the series–these are HILARIOUS books.)