“One Upped”

“It’s what my brother calls a ‘mankini,’” explained my nephew after approaching me in the garage looking very silly with his blue t-shirt rolled up & twisted to resemble just what he said – a boy version of a bikini.

Along with his 4 siblings that summer day, he was over with his Mom who was setting up a garage sale with his Grandma.

The day prior he opted also to come over while the rest of his family was out. To my astonishment, I successfully managed to pluck the 2018 kiddo from watching “Fortnight” long enough to treat the little guy to the tasteful wonders of a fantastic Fudgesicle. (Sidenote: Spoiling children is Aunt Amy’s cherished duty.) Then, following a rousing game of “Sorry” with his grandparents and me – in which misunderstandings & a lack of knowledge of the game’s rules by some created an excess of erupted & prolonged laughter – the night grew darker.

As his evening with us drew to a close, I found my nephew rolling in the computer chair in front of the laptop. In jest I asked the going-into-fourth-grade boy, “Was it more fun for you being in the presence of Aunt Amy or being around all the Fudgesicles?”

Despite the late hour bringing on obvious tiredness, my always-sharp nephew failed not to amuse.

 Using my own words against me, a little word switching was employed before the child’s shrewd retort:

“Being in the presence of Fudgesicles.”

 

THE END

By Amy

6-19-18

 

“The Tool”

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“You can’t start a sentence with ‘and,’” the multitalented student – who also plays baseball on a team named the Tigers in addition to possessing a very impressive knowledge of artists & lyrics sung decades before he even arrived on the scene – commented after coming across it in the pages he was reading. He made an identical remark about the word ‘but’ when that term began a sentence too.

Two weeks shy of turning 9 years old, my third grade nephew & I read the initial 5 chapters of an old book about a shark attack in 1916 he’d just checked out of the school library. Until he’d arrived home from school, I’d been at his house playing with his younger siblings, notably his brother of 4 when we played the matching game in which he’s a master as well as blocks on the carpet which we shaped into various animals. Snuggling his 1 month & 1 day old baby brother was a highlight too.

Back to the reading: Taking turns, I was thrilled to read & assist my nephew with every other chapter as we opened his new rental. Chapters 1, 3 & 5 were his & I read 2 & 4. He was becoming quite the reader! We came across a last name, something like “Oelirich.”

“When you see last names just sound them out however you think it goes,” I told him. “There’s so many different ones you’ll see. No one knows every word.”

“Isn’t it funny I can read the word ‘Philadelphia’ but I didn’t know ‘announce’?” he observed.

I explained phrases used in times of old, specifically “lad” for boy; “indigo” for a blue/purple mix; & “bathing costume” – when he’d bounce up & prance around his bedroom playfully striking model poses & grinning while saying things like “I’m fancy!” – instead of swimsuit.

At one point early in our reading time, I was thinking I’d grip his right knee as a nonverbal way to say stop, because I wanted to tell the youngster that he was an Exceptional Reader. Exceptional was my planned adjective. Planned, mind you.

When a pause arrived in the child’s reading, however, I ended up grabbing his knee while simultaneously saying loudly, “Stop!”

I needn’t have had such a shocked he’s-done-it-again reaction to the boy’s immediate song-savvy reply of a tune released a whopping NINETEEN YEARS before he was even born: 

“Hammer Time!”

THE END

By Aunt Amy

5.15.18

 

Pay Special Att’n to 46 & 47

Rereading = Reminding

Rereading my Heaven by Randy Alcorn notes brings cherished time of relearning, today about the end times.

7 He said in a loud voice, “Fear God and give him glory, because the hour of his judgment has come. Worship him who made the heavens, the earth, the sea and the springs of water.”

12 This calls for patient endurance on the part of the people of God who keep his commands and remain faithful to Jesus.

Revelation 14:7 & 12

Out with the old, in with the new!

Monday’s post gave me a jolt. No longer do I plan to ever again list off what’s physically wrong with me due to past cancer treatment. “Get over it!” I inwardly yelled to myself.

And I plan to. Starting NOW.

It’s like this time I was at church around age 11. I suddenly looked down & felt completely ridiculous in the little-girlish pink dress I was wearing. The same feeling swept over me Monday evening: this no longer feels right.

Moving on is healthy.

Out with the old, in with the new!

Painfully Honest (’cause life is short, so why hold back?)

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If a story can punch you in the gut, this one wailed me smack dab in my abdomen. The below quote I relate to because I never could have imagined my life would turn out the way it has.

From the true story about a woman’s, named Immaculée, unbelievably heart-wrenching survival during the horrific Rwandan genocide in the mid 90s where she hid for months with several other women & girls in a tiny 3’X4′ bathroom –

“I came to learn that God never shows us something we aren’t ready to understand. Instead, He lets us see what we need to see, when we need to see it. He’ll wait until our eyes and hearts are open to Him, and then when we’re ready, He will plant our feet on the path that’s best for us . . . but it’s up to us to do the walking.”

I never in a million years pictured myself as an adult living still with MY PARENTS.

Even while fighting cancer, I never could’ve guessed debilitating side effects would unexpectedly just pop up to effectively add unimaginable hardships & stress  –

necessitating the use of a cane which I despise, inability to drive any longer, worsening dry eyes, a dry-as-cotton mouth, a constantly EXTREMELY messed up gut, a continually working bladder that won’t even stop at night to allow me much-needed restorative rest, not to mention the lost outta-sight energy –

THE REST OF MY LIFE.

Had I known everything that would happen to me at the beginning of my trials, I would’ve been way too overwhelmed to handle it all. But like Immaculee says, we’ll learn things as God sees fit.

God obviously knows what He’s doing because now that my life is playing out I can see exactly how this works for me & those around me. It’s not what I would’ve chosen, but I’m not The One in charge – & I better not forget it either!!

And who am I to whine about my circumstances when The One who gave me life is letting me

– & every person who believes in Him & accepts his lifesaving gift of salvation –

live eternally in paradise which means my gripes are merely temporary annoyances?

 

 

Serving: self or Lord

“In a self-serving world, serve the Lord” was the main idea of today’s impactful church message. “It comes down to you & I being faithful people.”

The 1st of the 2 central points was to “Fight spiritual apathy” or in other words,

Replace knowing God spiritually

 with knowing about God, specifically His law & how to worship.”

People miss actually “knowing God” & merely know “about God.”

“Fight spiritual apathy by recognizing regularly the grace of God, and by being clothed in the righteousness of Christ.”

In conclusion of this post, my wise Pastor named Jeremy said, “When we reject the cross, we’re apathetic to God & to His Ways.”

My take on today’s church message is to make a more conscious effort to serve God in all areas of my life,

Like in my speech, using self-control to not say mean or judgmental or swear words, just kind words that promote peaceful living;

And in my actions, like rather than wasting time trying in vain to improve myself physically from cancer’s lasting side effects, using my energies to help & to encourage other people.

Off for coffee & glazed donuts. Thanks to God for everything, the message & now the food! 6-10-18.JPG