Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Last night, in preparation for the job, he had to get black pants and a white, long-sleeved, button-down shirt. He and his friend who also started work today, went to get their 'uniforms' together. Jeff was surprised to pay $40 for those two items plus black socks. I'm like, you spend twice that on a pair of jeans! But it's different when he's paying the tab. Then again, I'm not usually the one to spend that on his jeans; he does. So, I'm not sure why he was so surprised. Nevertheless, it's good to see him learn the value of a dollar.
I wasn't sure if Jeff should even start work today. He still hasn't passed his kidney stone. He hasn't said much about it in the last 24 hours. But when it decides to move, it will definitely cause him pain. Not to mention, he has a cold. He's been complaining about a sore throat and congestion. I hope he makes it through the day okay.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Well, I didn't hear from him for a couple of weeks. So, I went about paying my regular bills. And this month, I had additional financial obligations (doctor's appointments, Jeff's book rental/school registration, Jeff's driver's ed, and of course Jeff's Chrysalis). So, I paid all of those.
Yesterday, my friend comes to me and humbly asks to take me up on my offer. I was very moved by his request. He was uncomfortable asking, but it was obvious that he had no where else to go. I told him that I didn't have it, but I quickly added that I could get it. In that same moment, while he was sitting right there, I called my dad and asked for $170. I didn't tell him what it was for and he didn't ask. He just said, 'Sure.'
I could tell that my friend hated that I had to ask someone else for the money. But I assured him that all was good. I would repay my dad within the week and my friend could pay me back whenever...or not at all…I would NOT miss the money. In fact, I told him that the only reason God blesses me financially is to allow me to give it to those in need. And I really only give it away if I have it to give. So, it won't hurt me if I never see that money again.
My friend was very thankful and even felt compelled to tell me what he was doing to remedy his short-term financial hardship. Apparently, he's not sleeping, working extra jobs, and is having stomach issues just thinking about the hole he's in. I could tell that he was miserable about it all. I think that happens to all of us…when we're strapped for funds, we stress ourselves out. Financial stress is the worst.
But I told him that he needs to find a way to have peace in some way. I suggested that he spend a few times every day with his eyes closed and just ask God for ten minutes of peace, time when he wouldn't worry about this issue. Perhaps that would help refresh his mind, body, and soul for what he truly needed to do to more effectively deal with this huge challenge. Then I told him that ultimately God could fix it all for him. He just had to trust Him to handle it.
After work, I stopped by the K of C because that's where my dad works. He handed me a check for $170. I thanked him for helping me help my friend. While I was there, and because I'm a member of the Ladies Auxiliary, I 'signed up'. This entails handing over $1.25 and signing my name to two different notebooks. $1 for the weekly drawing; $0.25 for the daily drawing. Then I left to cash the check and get the money to my friend.
Are you ready for this? Are you sitting down? Are you smiling yet? You will be. : )
My dad called me first thing this morning to tell me that I'd won the weekly drawing at the K of C. I've never won it before, but mostly because I don’t sign up all that often. And the ONLY reason I did this week is because I happened to be there to borrow money from my dad. Guess how much I won…
So, in only 18 hours, God gave me the money that I gave to my friend. I immediately offered to repay my dad, but he wouldn't take it. He will eventually, but I think he wanted me to enjoy my win. Personally, I couldn't wait to call my friend. I wanted him to know how God takes care of those who love Him, that He is so giving and affirms the right decisions that we make. I also told him that it was like God was repaying my friend's debt to me…not that I was really owed it.
That, my friends, is a God Thing. I knew it right away. And so did my friend. I LOVE how God moves in my life!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
The devil most likely hates me. There is absolutely nothing I could ever do or say that would please him. That's how much he hates me. Even if I wanted to be mean and nasty all the time, he'd never be satisfied with me. He'd never love me. He only wants to use me to wreak havoc. So, why should I do anything to please him?
On the other hand, the RIGHT hand, there's absolutely nothing I could ever do or say that would make Jesus forsake me. That's how much He loves me. No matter how often I screw up or sin against Him, He'll always forgive me. His mercy and love are unending. So, why wouldn't I do everything I could to please Him?
This is not a new revelation for me. But it bears repeating. Don't you think?
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
THEN I got to see Jeff again. My friends each hugged him. Then I got to hug him. He totally broke down. We just held each other and cried. Finally he said, "I love you, Mom." Do you know how long it's been since he told me he loved me? I can't even remember the last time. I've known lately that he does; our relationship is so much better lately than it was before his move to Kentucky. But it was SO NICE to hear. I told him that I was just happy that he was here (at Chrysalis). He said he was too. Ahhhh, it was BEAUTIFUL!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
- Health - one blue single-subject college-ruled notebook, one blue folder
- Composition - one light green 2" 3-ring binder, one light green 3-subject college-ruled notebook, one light-green folder
- Accounting - one dark green 2" 3-ring binder, one dark green single-subject college-ruled notebook, one calculator
- Psychology - one orange single-subject college-ruled notebook, one orange folder
- Spanish - one purple 2" 3-ring binder, one purple 3-subject college-ruled notebook
- Government - one red single-subject college-ruled notebook, one red folder
- college-ruled loose-leaf paper and dividers
I'm all, "You've got to be kidding me." When I questioned why he had to have specific colors for each class, he said that he wanted the school supplies to match the colors of his textbooks so that he didn't get them mixed up. I couldn't help but smile. On the inside? I was laughing my head off. It just didn't seem like a boy thing to do. I thought it was hilarious. But I kept my joy to myself as I didn't want to appear to make fun of him. (I thought it would be more appropriate to publish it on the World-Wide Web for ALL to see.)
Well, I actually found a LIGHT green AND a DARK green 2" 3-ring binder. Unfortunately, I was unable to find ANYTHING purple...without Hannah Montana on it. So, I got black instead. Otherwise, I got everything he asked for...in the correct colors, the correct sizes, and the correct number of subjects. Say it with me, fellow Mom's, "I am Mom; I am amazing."
I'll bet he finds something about it that's not just right. : )
He called me today when he got home from school. His first question was, "You busy?" Not "What's for dinner?" or "When are you coming home?". I was pleasantly surprised. I had to admit that I was (busy), but that I'd love to take a few minutes to hear about his day. He told me that he was selected to work in the office during his study hall and HE WAS LOVING IT. He was so darn excited about his duties there.
Then he went on to say that he loves his entire afternoon. And one of those classes is Spanish. I was a little worried about Jeff and his Spanish class; he has a long history trying to get his Spanish credits accomplished. So, I was pretty happy to hear that one. All in all, it was just really nice to hear about his good day, which of course alluded to his positive attitude about the rest of the term. I wish him the best!
Monday, August 11, 2008
- we are PREDESTINED for HIS ADOPTION
- we are CREATED for the PRAISE of HIS GLORY
- we EXIST so that we should be HOLY and WITHOUT BLEMISH before HIM
- we have REDEMPTION through HIS BLOOD
- we gain RICHES though HIS GRACE
- we are BLESSED with EVERY SPIRITUAL BLESSING out of HEAVEN
All of that and so much more, just for being his precious daughter. Wow, what a deal! I am so blessed.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Michael Phelps is at his 3rd Olympics and he's not even 25. I am such a slacker!
I love to watch the Olympics, especially the summer Olympics. I love the pageantry of opening ceremonies. I love the inspirational stories. I love to see the teams support each other. I love it all. And I really love seeing so many people root for their countries. Not professional teams, but COUNTRIES. I love the obvious, outward shows of patriotism.
I have a Jeff story about the Olympics. This is on my website, but I'm going to include it here too because I like it so much. Enjoy!
During the summer of 1996, much like everyone else in the world, Jeff and I spent a lot of time watching the Olympics. That was the year that the Magnificent Seven did so well in gymnastics and the Dream Team won another basketball gold. At one point, Jeff says to me, "Do you think I could go to the Olympics?" To which I replied, "Baby, it's WAY too late to get tickets to the Olympics now. I'm sure they've been sold out for months. But the Winter Olympics are in two years in Utah. Maybe we could make plans to go to some of those events." Being that we lived in Colorado at the time, it seemed like a reasonable suggestion.
But that wasn't at all what Jeff had in mind. He came back with, "I don't want to WATCH; I want to PLAY. Do you think I could go to the Olympics?"
So, I told him that if he was serious and was willing to put forth the effort, I most definitely thought that he could be an Olympian. Then I asked him what event he thought he'd compete in. Of course, he said basketball. I didn't want to burst his balloon, but the current Dream Team was made up of the twelve best players in the NBA...not just 12 great players...not just 12 great guys who liked to play decent basketball. No, we're talking the 12 BEST basketball players in the NBA.
Okay, it's impossible to know how good Jeff would be at basketball by looking into those five-year-old eyes. But he'd have to be REALLY good at a VERY young age, get picked on every AAU and/or travel team he was eligible for, get signed to a college during his JUNIOR year in high school, start for a college team as a FRESHMAN, and hope that he's the BEST, SHORT point guard to come out of his graduating class...in order to have a shot at even being CONSIDERED for the NBA. After a couple/few years of playing in the league, he just MIGHT be considered for a position on the national team. So, it was a long shot, to say the least.
I subtly suggested that he consider archery or maybe steeplechase.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Music often speaks to me. And sometimes, it speaks FOR me. It conveys emotions that are sometimes difficult to put into words. These two songs have touched my heart because they were introduced to me at the exact moments in my life that I needed them.
The first song is called "He's My Son" by Mark Schultz. It was written for a man whose son was dying of cancer. Jeff has never been dying of cancer, but at one point he was being pulled by some pretty negative forces. I know I cried many, many hours, pleading with God to give me the wisdom, the patience, and the words to effect change in Jeff's heart.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Jeff drove to his driver's ed. class tonight. He decided he was afraid to drive on the highway, so he took the back roads. My car now looks like it was bathed in mud! Unbelievable! He promised me he'd wash it. Yeah, right. He told me he'd mow my lawn a week ago and he still hasn't done that either. I'm not holding my breath.
While Jeff was at class, I went to the QuickCare Clinic. It's official; I have bronchitis. I've never been diagnosed with bronchitis before. But it explains the chest pain and nagging deep cough. The doctor gave me an antibiotic, in case it was bacterial. I'm also supposed to get lots of rest, drink lots of fluids, and take something over-the-counter for the cough. If I get chills, high fevers, or uncontrollable coughing, I'm supposed to call my regular doctor.
You know what that means? Time for bed! I've been looking forward to this moment ALL DAY LONG. (exhale)
Monday, August 4, 2008
I have to admit, I felt absolutely horrible...so sad. I didn’t want the baby cat. But I didn’t wish him dead. I just wanted him to go to someone else’s house. So, I didn’t feed him, thinking that he’d go some place else to find food. Apparently he didn’t. I suppose it’s possible that he died from his illness. But it’s more likely that he died from malnutrition.
I wish I would have fed him.
It’s just that I didn’t want another cat. I didn’t think of him as my responsibility. So, I didn’t feed him. In fact, I went out of my way to ensure he didn’t get food at our house. I had Linus come inside to eat, which he normally only does in the dead of winter. I even chastised the baby cat every morning when I left for work that this wasn’t his house and he should go find a family that needed a baby cat.
I feel really bad. Next time I’ll make a different decision.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
I'm a defense contractor working on a military installation. Everyone knows that the military has to have an acronym for everything. So, my every other Friday off is also known as my RDO. That stands for Regular Day Off.
I LOVE my RDO Friday!
I normally sleep in. Then I pay some bills online. Then I run a few errands. I usually read something, write something, and hang out with Linus Felinus. He loves to sleep during the day, so sometimes our quality time is more of a nap. But hey, we both enjoy it so much, I think it still counts as quality time. I rarely work. I avoid all work...my day job, mowing the lawn, laundry, etc. It's totally a relaxing, in-no-hurry-at-all kind of day.
So today, I should have slept in, but I didn't...which was unfortunate since I didn't get to sleep until about 4am. (I have really been having trouble with falling asleep this week.) Anyway, I did some secretarial stuff for my dad, ran some errands, paid some bills. I'm the canter at mass tomorrow night, so I met with the organist to practice. I did lunch with Jeff and his best friend. Then I wrote a resume for a friend. (It's pretty good, if I do say so myself.) All in all, a fairly productive day. One of those days where I get to bop in and out of all those places I need to go, with a bounce in my step, and my favorite songs blaring on the radio.
This evening, I had two more stops to make. I went to the gym for an hour. During the entire stay, I was the only person there. It was kind of nice having the whole place to myself. Then I went to Wal-Mart, where there were literally hundreds of people. Our society in microcosm. Ironically, at Wal-Mart, I ran into Jeff. I'm grabbing a beverage on my way through the check-out and I see Jeff coming right up to me with his arms opened wide. We hugged...right there in Wal-Mart. (I am REALLY enjoying this new Jeff.)
Now I'm watching "Definitely, Maybe". Different than I expected, but good I think. It's a chick-flick and I'm enjoying sitting in my living room watching a chick-flick that I picked out just for myself...while typing up my mundane, little blog entry for the day. Another lovely RDO Friday.
Before I forget...I woke up this morning with a scratchy throat. This is the second time in six months that I've been scheduled to canter at mass and my voice is not even close to 100%? (I have a previous blog entry about how horrible I sounded at Easter.) I guess it doesn't happen EVERY time. But twice in six months is twice too often for me. So, I'm already taking meds in hopes that it doesn't get any worse between now and 6pm tomorrow.
One more thing...I got an email from my boss today. Being that it was my RDO, one would think that I wouldn't have even known that my boss was trying to get in touch with me. But no, I have a BlackBerry for just such an event. So, my boss asks me if I've finished this document that I do every month. Uhhh, no. So, I'm working 4-5 hours tomorrow in order to have it done by noon Monday. I'm hoping to finish it tomorrow instead of relying on Monday morning. It's just so difficult to focus on this one task while sitting at my desk when my phone rings off the hook and emails pour in from my customers and people stop by my desk for various reasons. So, I'll go into work tomorrow...by myself...and be hella productive.
Kinda puts a damper on my three-day weekend. But it does NOTHING to ruin my RDO Friday. And the idea of getting to work on this document without interruption is kind of appealing. I figure, it's all good. (One of my favorites - James 1:2-3.) It's ALL good.