I have a client that comes into my work. Lets call her Banita (rhymes with..) She, for the record is the one of whom had the appt to receive her weekly "bear hug" to "deal with the issues from when I was dropped by my parents on the floor when I was a pre-verbal infant." I realize that there are so many issues with that last sentence I will not even discuss them in this forum. Except this one, pre-verbal infant!?! Are you kidding me? Anyway, I had told Banita that I would help her out with some chores around the house and filling out some paperwork for her. She has chronic fibromyalgia and just needed some help. Let me just say it was a very long 2 hours. It began with the dream catchers placed around the house and ended with me doing photo cataloging. The highlight was this. I went and was moving a computer monitor for her. Above the monitor was a fake blank check she had written out to herself and her husband (lets call him) Bwilliam. the check read "to:Banita and Bwilliam Stetter in the amount of 5,000,000.00 from: The Universe. Did you get that?! A fake blank check from...bum ba da da THE UNIVERSE. Apparently this is from the Secret, where you put a desire out into the world and the universe is supposed to grant it. Only those who know me personally will have any idea how hard it was for me to keep my mouth shut. This is what managed to creep out anyway.
Me-so...5,000,000.00 that is...exact. Why not 2.5 or 10 million?
B-It just sounded like a good number, we could retire on that.
Just a fun glimps into my Monday night.
-Banita and the lack of the real last name is just in case she googles herself, this would not be a surprise.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Does liking this make me evil?
Grape stomping gone horribly wrong..or does this make me evil?
Because she is better than I...pals and gals, I give you Dooce.
"This video has been around for a while, and the first time I saw it was at the beginning of last summer when my cousin GEORGE! showed it to me. And I wanted to link to it then, but I felt so much pity for the woman that I couldn't bring myself to do it, although in the privacy of our home we pretty much made fun of her for three months straight. In fact, GEORGE! and I have a running joke where one of us will suddenly interrupt the other one and go, "STOP!" And then make this terrible noise like we've just fallen off a four-foot-high platform. Why am I linking to it now? What has changed? I thought, you know, someone out there right now is having a really crappy day, and maybe when they see this their whole mood will turn right around. You're welcome."
Because she is better than I...pals and gals, I give you Dooce.
"This video has been around for a while, and the first time I saw it was at the beginning of last summer when my cousin GEORGE! showed it to me. And I wanted to link to it then, but I felt so much pity for the woman that I couldn't bring myself to do it, although in the privacy of our home we pretty much made fun of her for three months straight. In fact, GEORGE! and I have a running joke where one of us will suddenly interrupt the other one and go, "STOP!" And then make this terrible noise like we've just fallen off a four-foot-high platform. Why am I linking to it now? What has changed? I thought, you know, someone out there right now is having a really crappy day, and maybe when they see this their whole mood will turn right around. You're welcome."
Sunday, February 10, 2008
The return
"I shall not die, but I shall live, and recount the deeds of the Lord, The Lord has disciplined me severely, but he has not given me over to death." -Ps 118:17-18
In light of recent events in the past weeks a friend encouraged me to find my rest in the Psalms. I have been making my way through them slowly, trying to unlearn years of speed reading. I have found myself sometimes only able to read a part of a chapter at a time before I become overwhelmed. When I came across the above vs, I was stopped dead in my tracks especially seeing it tie in with the previous chapter that contained "Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you." He is our rest, our joy and our strength. Sometimes he takes my breath away with his goodness.
My friend Abraham had written a song for his son Orisons dedication and contained in it was the line (from memory...sorry Aber, apparently this is nowhere on the web!) I still have a bruise upon my neck from where I was yanked back from the tender rod of God. That is exactly how I felt, there is this bruise, getting it did not feel loving or good. This bruise has shaped the way I see people, sin, the lost, myself and most of all, God. This bruise seems to serve as a reminder of his tender justice yanking me back before I fell. How gracious he is! How marvelous that though outward we are wasting away he is renewing us day by day with grace that is sufficient just for that day. I love him.
In light of recent events in the past weeks a friend encouraged me to find my rest in the Psalms. I have been making my way through them slowly, trying to unlearn years of speed reading. I have found myself sometimes only able to read a part of a chapter at a time before I become overwhelmed. When I came across the above vs, I was stopped dead in my tracks especially seeing it tie in with the previous chapter that contained "Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you." He is our rest, our joy and our strength. Sometimes he takes my breath away with his goodness.
My friend Abraham had written a song for his son Orisons dedication and contained in it was the line (from memory...sorry Aber, apparently this is nowhere on the web!) I still have a bruise upon my neck from where I was yanked back from the tender rod of God. That is exactly how I felt, there is this bruise, getting it did not feel loving or good. This bruise has shaped the way I see people, sin, the lost, myself and most of all, God. This bruise seems to serve as a reminder of his tender justice yanking me back before I fell. How gracious he is! How marvelous that though outward we are wasting away he is renewing us day by day with grace that is sufficient just for that day. I love him.
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