This song is speaking volumes to my heart tonight as I pray...
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Daily 5 - Day 118
Today's Daily 5:
- Pork and mango tacos for dinner
- a safe drive home, even if the onset of winter still has all the roads clogged (it took an hour to drive what usually takes 20 minutes). I am grateful every time I make it safely home in the winter
- a soft warm blanket to curl up in
- the sense of accomplishment in fixing something myself. I darned the thumbs of my favorite mittens tonight. The mittens were a gift from my brothers, purchased with a matching toque at my particular request last Christmas because they were fairly traded, and I love them and was quite distressed when the thumbs began coming apart. I'm quite pleased with the results of my stitching them back together with wool that blends in nicely.
- scriptures coming to mind as my heart is praying
- trading emails with a dear friend as I was in the midst of wrestling
- the reminder of God's grace amidst very hard situations
- I'm grateful that my heart responds to the seasons of the church, as unpleasant as the pull of seasons like advent and lent can be. I think they really do shape my heart.
- "I am waiting. Come Lord Jesus." This prayer is a particular encouragement today.
- another odd license plate that stirred a smile, and caused my heart again to pray.
Waiting and Praying
I love the simple advent prayer, "I am waiting, Come Lord Jesus," that has been appearing at The Ragamuffin Diva through this advent season.
I received some very sad news this morning, and a heart that was already praying is now truly and deeply drawn to prayer.
Today I am waiting and praying.
Praying:
I received some very sad news this morning, and a heart that was already praying is now truly and deeply drawn to prayer.
Today I am waiting and praying.
Praying:
- for some who are grieving
- for those sorting out next steps
- for hurting friends and family
- for new relationships forming
- while waiting and inviting Jesus to come
- with longing
- and with hope
- knowing peace
- and longing for peace to grow within me
- for things that can't be expressed in words
- with gratefulness for friends, scattered around the world though they may be
- while pondering things to come and wondering about thing still uncertain
- with gratefulness for family, in all of it's odd forms
- remembering the feast celebrated today "The Immaculate Conception" and Gabriel's words to Mary, "you who are highly favored" and Mary's response "may it be as you have said."
- for new life more abundant in so many forms
- because my heart cannot help but cry out.
Menu Choices?
I got this great quote in an email this morning:
"As a child, my family's menu consisted of two choices: Take it or leave it." (Buddy Hackett)
It made me chuckle and reminisce just a little.
Because that was most definitely how we were raised. You could have preferences, but if mom set it in front of you at a meal, it didn't matter if it was the one thing you hated the most, you were going to eat it, or you weren't going to eat. And eating meant eating a little portion of everything that was served, not just picking the more tolerable bits and leaving the rest out. Plus, if you had an attitude about eating, or refused to eat what was set in front of you, not only could you expect to be denied whatever dessert was being offered, but you could expect your bowl of refused supper to appear in front of you for breakfast the following morning.
For years our parents simply informed us that if we didn't like what was set in front of us, we could shop and cook for ourselves. This turned out to be an empty threat. We weren't supposed to cook for ourselves. I learned this the hard way once or twice when I availed myself of this option as a teenager, and faced the ire of a father who was less than impressed that I was refusing to eat the meal my mom had worked hard to prepare.
As an adult, I have definite preferences and have been accused of being a picky eater. But that extends mostly to my own home. If I'm someplace else and someone sets something in front of me, I will find a way to eat even just a little.
And I have to wonder about the various friends who let every whim their child has control their diet, and who are constantly struggling to find enough items that their children will eat to create a sort of balanced diet. Their struggles just make me shake my head.
Because in my house, there were two menu options: take it or leave it.
"As a child, my family's menu consisted of two choices: Take it or leave it." (Buddy Hackett)
It made me chuckle and reminisce just a little.
Because that was most definitely how we were raised. You could have preferences, but if mom set it in front of you at a meal, it didn't matter if it was the one thing you hated the most, you were going to eat it, or you weren't going to eat. And eating meant eating a little portion of everything that was served, not just picking the more tolerable bits and leaving the rest out. Plus, if you had an attitude about eating, or refused to eat what was set in front of you, not only could you expect to be denied whatever dessert was being offered, but you could expect your bowl of refused supper to appear in front of you for breakfast the following morning.
For years our parents simply informed us that if we didn't like what was set in front of us, we could shop and cook for ourselves. This turned out to be an empty threat. We weren't supposed to cook for ourselves. I learned this the hard way once or twice when I availed myself of this option as a teenager, and faced the ire of a father who was less than impressed that I was refusing to eat the meal my mom had worked hard to prepare.
As an adult, I have definite preferences and have been accused of being a picky eater. But that extends mostly to my own home. If I'm someplace else and someone sets something in front of me, I will find a way to eat even just a little.
And I have to wonder about the various friends who let every whim their child has control their diet, and who are constantly struggling to find enough items that their children will eat to create a sort of balanced diet. Their struggles just make me shake my head.
Because in my house, there were two menu options: take it or leave it.
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