I was anxious to sample all of them. After all, all I usually drink is black tea. Boring black tea – the blacker, the better. But this tea trunk had Chai in it. “Hmmm…” I thought, “sophisticated people drink this stuff. Perhaps, I’m uncultured to not drink this stuff.”
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“Mom, do I have to get up?”
“Yes, Jennifer, you have to get up. You are the Mom!”
I would begin most days coaching myself to get up and be the grown-up I was supposed to be. But, I didn’t want to face the day because that day was probably going to be like all the yesterdays…dark, hard and long.
Four kinds of people
According to Pastor Rick Warren, there are four types of people in your life; those who add, multiply, subtract or divide. I bet as you read that, you saw those people begin to pop into your mind wearing the proper mathematical symbols on their t-shirts! When you break people into those kinds of categories, it’s pretty easy to identify who is who, isn’t it?
What kind of person are you though? It’s somewhat easy to identify which categories the people in our lives fall into, but we often neglect to determine what category we most often fall into ourselves.
We once had some very odd neighbors. Odd is not an insult; it’s a correct analysis!
Here’s why – every fall, a crudely constructed cardboard sign was erected in their front yard which read, “Love Potion #9 For Sale.” We mused if the potion would help someone love you or maybe it was the perfect formula to make you love someone! If the latter were true, I may want to buy a flask because loving someone, well, is often tricky. So, without cost, I offer you my very own “Love Potion #Mine!”
“I look awful, enormous and disgusting in this dress. I would rather die than be seen in public wearing this horrible piece of fabric.”
That’s what I overheard in the dressing room next to mine as I tried on a pair of jeans.
I grinned knowingly because I’ve been there, have you? I have thought similar thoughts and used similar words for similar reasons.
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It was a fall day in the late seventies when my parents and I sat in a hospital room in the Bascom Palmer Eye Institute. The doctors who had just completed tests on my eyes were explaining what it meant to have Retinitis Pigmentosa. They described how I would slowly lose my remaining sight and eventually be totally blind. My mind was racing and my heart was a well of confusing emotions. I was silent in that hospital room on that day. But, a few days later at my next visit, I wish I had been silent.
We went back to the same room with some of the same doctors and this time it was to get me on a rehabilitative program. One of the doctors described how some large, very thick magnifying glasses might help with the little vision I still had; another discussed the possibility of walking with a cane. Another told me how important it was for me to have an oversized magnifying glass and advised I use a flashlight to find my locker at school.
If there was ever a poster girl for a woman with lots of issues, it’s the woman with the issue of blood whose story is in Mark 5. I know, I know, you thought I was going to say it was you, right?! It often feels like it could be me, too!
This woman lived thousands of years ago, but she is so much like us today. She had issues—actually one big issue- She had been hemorrhaging for twelve years. (v. 25, 26)
I was telling my friend Lori about how stressed I was feeling, and she told me exactly what I didn’t want to hear. As my plate was overflowing, she said I needed to rest!
“Rest?” Are you kidding? I was too stressed to rest. How in the world was I going to figure out how to add rest into my life? It would be just another item on my already too long to do list. Just telling me I needed rest made me feel more stress!