Archive for October, 2009
The Beauty of Nature
Posted by: | CommentsYesterday was unusually warm and windy for southern Kentucky this time of year. The sun was peeking out from behind the clouds and when the light hit the trees it was if nature was saying, “Behold the glorious works of God!” So that’s what I did and I thought I’d share the view with you.
- Ec 3:11 –
- God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end.
Why the chiropracter is my best friend
Posted by: | CommentsAround my house it’s not the cereal that goes snap, crackle, pop: it’s me. Mainly it’s my neck and shoulders that give me problems. I was fifty years old before I visited a chiropractor. I’m not sure why I waited so long, but now that I’ve been to one (a very good one) I don’t intend to stop.
This is Dr. Kelly Scatena, my chiropracter. She looks like she’s not old enough to be out of high school, doesn’t she? I promise she is. She has certificates on her wall to prove she went to college and Chiropractic school (I checked).
At first I was dubious about the benefits of getting adjusted, but not any more. One of our twins had scoliosis and after one year of treatment the x-rays showed the scoliosis was gone.
For awhile I took a glass on how to make stained glass. Part of the process requires cutting the glass and it’s sort of tedious and requires applying pressure with the glass cutting tool. I didn’t want to “mess up” as my boys say because glass is expensive, so I tried exceptionally hard not to make a mistake. During the weeks I took the glass I had to visit Dr. Kelly on a fairly regular basis. It seems I carry all the tension in my body in my neck and shoulders (she says most women do).
After the class ended I got better…until recently. It seems that NanaHood is sending me back to Dr. Kelly weekly. I’m spending so much time at the computer (and my posture is not the best) that the tension is once again causing problems for me. I don’t feel the tension while I’m working but when I go to roll my head around…snap, crackle, pop.
And so I go see Dr. Kelly and we have the same conversation we had the week before. It goes like this….
Me: My neck and shoulders hurt.
Dr. Kelly: Are you drinking lots of water?
Me: No, I don’t like water
Dr. Kelly: (heavy sigh) Are you working on the computer eight hours a day?
Me: On a slow day.
Dr. Kelly: (heavier sigh) I’ll see you next week.
Evidently the fact that I refuse to drink a lot of water (never more than a sip) is really bad for me. And the fact that I consume water in mega-doses of coffee and tea doesn’t seem to impress her.
If you don’t have a chiropractor, find one, especially if you are a computer fiend like me.
Doggone it, I love dogs
Posted by: | CommentsWhat I love about dogs
(1) You can tell them anything and they won’t be shocked. They won’t repeat it and they won’t make a thoughtless comeback.
(2) They almost never have a bad hair day.
(3) They don’t try to impress you, even if they have a pedigree.
(4) They are loyal and devoted, even when they are neurotic.
What I don’t like about dogs
(1) They pass gas in the car (Well, everybody does but dogs smell worse. There is nothing worse than being in a car with a dog who ate broccoli casserole. I left it on the table and he had a late night snack)
(2) They roll in stinky stuff (I caught one rolling on my sweatshirt, what does that mean?)
(3) Male dogs with too much testosterone are overly friendly. (One time my nephews were visiting and one of them came to me and said, Aunt Teresa, Murphy(the dog) really likes my baby brother! I dropped what I was doing and went running!
(4) They lock themselves in trucks.
Sam (my son’s dog) was helping him clean out a truck this morning when he decided he’d rather take a nap. He locked the truck and we had to call for help.
As you can see by this photo when we got the truck open Sam was not worried about his situation. In fact, I think he was wondering why we woke him up.
Dogs, you gotta love em!
Whispers from God
Posted by: | CommentsWhen my five children were young the only time our house was quiet was the middle of the night, and sometimes not even then. My children are part of the “plugged in generation.” They can listen to I-pods, have the television blaring and text message on their cell phones while doing homework (or they say they can). I can’t do that. When I really want to concentrate on something I have to have total quiet. These days that’s easier to come by than it once was.
I worry about a generation who thinks they have to have noise 24/7. I wonder if they can find inner peace without turning everything off and listening to the quiet. I know that just because I think better when there is silence, doesn’t mean that everyone does but I wonder if those who are constantly surrounded by noise know what they are missing.
Remember Elijah? Tired and so discouraged that he was ready to die he said, “I have had enough, Lord.” But God wasn’t done with him yet. Elijah climbed a mountain and came to a cave, where he spent the night and then something weird happened. God told him to go outside the cave and stand there.
And as Elijah stood there, the LORD passed by, and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain. It was such a terrible blast that the rocks were torn loose, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. And a voice said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”(l Kings 19:11-13)
Try to imagine the noise from the rocks falling and the wind, the sound of the earthquake and then the roaring of the fire. Then suddenly total silence and out of the silence comes the “sound of a gentle whisper.”
God knew where Elijah was and he already knew why Elijah was in the cave, but God had a plan for Elijah, a mission, and He wasn’t finished with him yet. God reminded Elijah of his power and strength through a wind, an earthquake and a fire, but when he wanted Elijah to listen he whispered. Sometimes I fear that I have missed the whispers of God.
If I want to hear them then I have to listen and I have to pray. I think that’s what Paul was speaking of in Philippians when he said, “Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. If you do this, you will experience God’s peace, which is far more wonderful than the human mind can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4: 6-7)
When our daughter, Rachel, was seven months old she got very, very sick. We rushed her to the hospital and they did a spinal tap. The diagnosis was spinal meningitis. For three days we didn’t know if our little girl would live and if she did live we knew there could be complications. Rachel is 25 years old now but I still remember the cold, hard tiles beneath my knees as I knelt in her hospital room and prayed. I remember holding onto the metal bars of her crib and whispering prayer after prayer after prayer.
Years later I was putting her to bed one night and we were saying her prayers and she asked me a question I’ve never fogotten. “Mommy,” she said, “Does God hear us when we whisper?”
I thought back to the agonizing days and nights when she was in the hospital. My answer was easy. “Sometimes, ” I said, “He hears us best when we whisper.”
Does God whisper to you? Sure he does, maybe not like he did to Elijah on the mountain, but he speaks through his word. We just have to be still and listen.
“Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the Nations, I will be exalted in the earth!” Psalms 46:10





































