Overlook an Offense – Easier said than done

A person’s wisdom yields patience;

it is to one’s glory to overlook an offense.

Proverbs 19:11

My life – & yours too, probably – would be so much easier if I lived out the above verse, specifically the part that says “it is to one’s glory to overlook an offense,” so my goal is to try.

Great Job NorthRidge!

Soaking up the warm weather on my deck yesterday, 1 thing I did on my Kindle was watch the talk given at NorthRidge Church last weekend. From that message I recorded nine notable lines to share:

We need to see God as a “worthwhile pursuit” of our lives; He’s the “only One who can make sense” of our time on earth.

“Today is temporary & God is forever . . . Invest our lives in Eternity.” (I like the emphasis on investing in the right area of our lives, knowing God is Forever & our piece in the world is a minuscule moment in time.)

“Our Father has our best interests in mind . . . It’s His Goodness forever . . . It would be foolish to do anything else.”

Acknowledge God in ALL of our ways.

Bad choices are made when thinking of the “moment” instead of “Eternity.”

Trusting God will “change the way we see circumstances.”

The Apostle Paul said he considers anything he did to “profit” in his life was nothing but a “loss” to the sake of Christ.

Pastor Brad Powell ended with a great question to ask ourselves: “Are we living for today or are we living for God?”

And finally:

“It doesn’t matter whether are circumstances are good or bad in this life, because if we choose Jesus, the best is yet to come.”




“Compliments to Chef Grandma”

From 7.8.11, by Aunt Amy

“I turned into a short-order cook,” my Mom commented to me about her grandsons. “They’re acting like they’re famished.”

So she doled out yogurt and pretzels and raisins and her signature “happy face” American cheese to her four grandsons, 6, 4, nearly 3, and 2, around her kitchen table. The fact that the time was late morning and the boys recently ate breakfast was neither here nor there. Of all her grandchildren, five were at our house while their mothers scoured the city for garage sales with the youngest of their collection of kids.

Racket from the always-on-the-move boys and now mobile baby girl too, cascades throughout the house or lawn whenever they frequently visit. The 2 boy cousins 8 months apart, with red and yellow bandanas tied around their necks, dashed around the house and pretended to be superheroes.

“Tiger,” Max the younger of the 2 said later as he named an animal-shaped plastic paper clip stored in a long narrow box in my top right desk drawer.

Little Max never tires of following his usual ritual of shutting my bedroom door once the two of us are inside. He either climbs onto my bed to sing Barney songs into the fan or sits on my lap to open desk drawers and get stickers or the measuring tape or other objects that attract his attention.

“That’s a lion,” I replied.

“Tiger,” he insisted, so I gave in. Close enough.

Unfolding the bustling scene a few minutes earlier reveals this: Grandpa playing catch on the lawn with his eldest grandson and Grandma watching the other boys playing outside, after putting the baby down for a nap in her car seat in the spare bedroom. The 4-year-old stands in the garage while apparently deciding his next move. His little brother, not surprisingly, is perched on his favorite thing, Grandpa’s tractor, in the corner of the garage.

“Hey hey hey,” Max called. “Hey hey Grandma! Hey hey hey hey!”

The garage door remained open so bikes, scooters, bats, balls and other playthings could be taken in and out. Max, 2, scurried around the garage in search of nothing in particular and a few times ran to the lawn where his oldest cousin threw a ball with his former fast pitch catcher Grandpa. I sat in a folding chair near the boys.

“Hey hey,” the constant shouting went on. “Hey hey hey hey!”

The 4-year-old shot a haughty look downward to his yelling younger cousin. Then he tried – the operative word is “tried” – to deliver an infamous quote told to many youngsters guilty of incessant repetition of the three-letter word.

“Hay is for cows.”


Life is NOT Fun & Games

Immediately following the removal of my acupuncture needles today, cupping treatment was used on me. It was nowhere near what I imagined it’d be. Shocking as an adjective to describe the cupping is a gigantic understatement. I laid silently on the bed there trying to think happy thoughts while it happened. My nephew Harrison came to my mind, & then his little sister Joey.

The first cup was placed on my face & quickly cranked to the point where I felt like that part of my face was stuck very tightly in a vise. I couldn’t even talk. Then it was done again a little higher up on my face. The intentions are good, but boy was I blown away at the Powerfully Intense Suction that remained for the entire approximately 5 minutes the cups were on my face. Afterwards I felt like crying. 

The highly unpleasant feeling during cupping treatment just brought back sad painful memories of all the physical crap I’ve endured in a war fighting for improvement in my health & side effects.

God, I love You & trust You & hope You

soon reveal to me in

Your Perfect World Plan

a positive aspect of these

immense challenges of mine.


Last Ditch Effort

 “I would blog about that every day for 10 years,” I told my Mom during my acupuncture treatment. Shown in the above photo, Monday electrical stimulation in addition to acupuncture was given to me in hopes of restoring facial movement. It’d be spectacular if my smile came back after over a decade!

Am I, regarding seeing any improvements health-wise, nothing but a Lost Cause? I’ll give it 1 Last Try. Then understandably, I never plan to voluntarily visit a doctor (the Chinese woman doing my acupuncture is both a medical doctor as well as nationally certified & very experienced in Chinese medicine; for generations her family has been doing acupuncture etc. in China) again.

(See the wire below hooked on to a needle on my face?) Since 1997, my body’s endured a lot. Routine blood draws, IVs, infusions of all kinds, burning shots, nausea, puking, headaches, surgeries, stitches, fainting, third-spacing, enormous pain – & that’s not even the 1/2 of it. Enough.

C’mon little facial muscles, MOVE!