Sneaking back in

I read something a short time ago that was one of the most profound things I’ve seen. It made me want to do a post. I will let it be on its own post, though. So now that I’m back, I have to say I’m glad I didn’t really forget my password because it had been so long since I wrote. I thought maybe I had but it worked. Whew! Secondly, a lot has changed on here: format, etc. but that’s okay. I think I can figure it out.

I’m not sure of all the reasons why I stopped writing. It’s hard work. I’m very busy. It takes me a lot of time. But whatever the reason, this is such an opportunity just to have a way to practice communicating. Sometimes I think maybe I was never meant to “speak.” I mean other than the normal daily living kind of speaking, but it is such an aspiration of mine to be able to say things well–for lack of a better way to say it. Or at least to be able to express adequately what I have to say. I think I was inspired to pick my blog title as “What shall we then say?” That sure is the question for me!

Well we’ll see what happens.

 

Too many categories!

I sure hope I can figure out how to delete a lot of my categories. There are way too many. It bugs me to have to go down that whole list to get to the bottom. Holly thought maybe I would have to go through and take them out of each post. It would be worth it if it works! Maybe I will try a few and see what happens. Wish me luck!

LOL–After I posted this I realized I had left it “uncategorized.” So I’m coming back to say that I don’t like “uncategorized” as a category but what am I going to come up with??

Oh well, first I’m going to think about which categories I want to keep. Then I’ll put it in one of them.

 

The junk drawer

Yesterday, 4-year-old Madalin helped me clean out my junk drawer. I wonder if most people have one. It’s in the kitchen and now it just has potholders, a couple recipe books, a recipe box, a few tools, a pair of scissors, clothespins for closing bags, duct tape, masking tape, a flashlight, and a bag of rubber bands. It’s so nice!

That drawer had not been cleaned out in years. Anyway, while little 2-year-old Bex was asleep, Maddie and I brought that drawer into the living room, sat on the floor and started sorting out all kinds of junk! There were popsicle sticks, paper clips, toys, baggie ties, coupons for school–the ones off the cereal boxes, lids, keys, cards, string, more tools, magnets, crayons, chalk, miscellaneous pieces of metal…including money!

Yeh, when Maddie’s dad came to get her and little sister, she showed him the money she had gotten and said, “And I didn’t have to do anything to get it.” I started to correct her, and she added, “except find it.” Actually she helped a lot. She had a good eye for seeing rubberbands, paper clips, etc. and sorting them out.

Well, she “earned” about 98 cents (about 17 coins) and was a happy girl. It was a great activity to do together. When I can come up with a project that I never have time to do and I/we can do it while babysitting, it is all gain. It reminds me of this little sign I’ve seen: “Time spent fishing is not deducted from one’s lifespan.” Same idea, right?

 

Cash on delivery

This will be quick so I can meet both of my newest goals–write everyday on here and to bed by 10:15.

Anyway, I got an automated call today after the phone was working again–had to have a new cable strung up–which may get put in the ground before it freezes or may not. And the call was from UPS. I thought, oh, my sister, Barbara said she was sending some pictures through UPS, must be that, although why would they be telling me? But they had said ” C.O.D.” and then at the end mentioned that the amount was $200. Hmm–I have no clue what that could be and I’m definitely not getting it, no thank you! I suspect there will be some other name on there or something. It has to be a mistake. I’m kind of curious. And now I say, goodnight to all!

 

A Powerful little Play

Last night we went to see Ben’s play, “Candle in the Darkness.” I totally enjoyed the humor and the excellent acting. It was so funny and real. The son in the play tries to get his mom not to be so zealous as a missionary. I could relate to him so well! Then the mom tells her story. It’s painful.

This morning as I woke up, I was reflecting more on the message. I could definitely relate to the son, like I said. I just really don’t want to annoy people! But what about being like a light in the dark to someone? You might never know if what you might say or do would be exactly that–a candle in the darkness! One knew she was. The other didn’t know that she might have been until it was too late. Hmm, it makes me think of faith–that’s really what it’s about. You have to take a step into the darkness. Kind of scarey, but not doing it could be even more so.

And then there’s a perfect example of repentance! I told Ben last night that I loved it and now I know even more why!