Does anyone really think John Elway will keep media-frenzy-making Tim Tebow around with Paytom Manning in the house?? *sigh….Payton is a good little 95-million-dollar-over-5-years deal, right?
I don’t even like football.
Category Archives: Stuff I Actually Think
That {New} Girl
WATCH THIS CUTENESS!! Marlo Thomas was the original “That Girl” in the late 1960s and in to the early 70s. LOVED HER!
Now Zoey D is The New Girl and her opening is very happy: Who’s that girl? Who’s that girl? It’s Jess!
Meanwhile, I took years of French classes and seeing this {colorful} Target ad reminded me of singing this very song each year in school – even though it is quite decidedly a French Canadian song, rather than a song from France. We also sang “Blue Bayou” in French at Hammond High Shool (Louisiana). It was all part of the educational experience.
Alouette, gentille alouette!
Omygosh…I love Target ads. What kind of a sheep am I? Inspiration for grandbebe vids!!
If I could cha-a-ange the world
I “re-pinned” this when I saw it on Pinterest.* One of my first-ever pins, actually…
I believe in personal responsibility. So, it rings true to me that if you aren’t liking something, you should change it. If you can.
But there are things in my life I can’t change. I would if I could, but I can’t.
Because they involve outside influences and other people and situations over which I have little to no control.
Judge Judy says to a trouble-making kid, “I’d personally throw you in jail if I were in charge of the whole world, but I’m not. I am only in charge of this little piece of the universe.”
My universe is way smaller than Judge Judy’s.
Some people say they would never change anything in life because it got-them-where-they-are-today-and-blah-blah-blah and I like how that sounds, but I seriously would change some things. And it isn’t about not being grateful for the life I have.
I have messed up my own life sometimes. But God is faithful, even and especially to me. Forgiveness is available and promised, but sometimes the consequences of my own stupidity remain. Sometimes the reverberations of some one else’s actions have affected my life. And I wouldn’t have chosen it. And some questions will never be answered in my lifetime.
Sometimes, you have changed everything you know to change. You have made amends, you have tried to make the best of bad situations. You have spoken the truth in {because of} deep love, you have repented and changed your ways, you have walked the lined and you acted uprightly. Sometimes you have changed all you can, but you can’t change everything.
I am in charge of such a small piece of the universe. I can’t change the past nor the things some one has said, but I can live in the now and speak blessing anyway. I can’t change my age, the passing of time nor the weather, but I can think on whatever things are good, and pure and lovely and I can embrace the seasons and I can pray. Life is a surprise…
And there are things I’d change if I could.
If I could reach the stars
Pull one down for you
Shine it on my heart
So you could see the truth
If I could change the world, I would be the sunlight in your universe…*
In spite of anything and everything, though, I hold on to an unchanging God, ever faithful, who “makes us more and more like Him as we are changed into His glorious image.” 2 Cor. 3.18 NLT
If I can be changed, it’ll be worth it.
NOTE TO SELF: Remember, though, that happiness falls so far below living what God intended, living the life I was made for, both whole and holy. Being “happy” is temporary compared to the surpassing worth of knowing Jesus Christ as Lord.
*Eric Clapton, “If I Could Change the World”
Eat flowers
“since the thing perhaps is
to eat flowers and not to be afraid”
E.E. Cummings, (e.e. cummings) Complete Poems, 1904-1962
Mark your calendars: Spring begins Tuesday March 20! Good times.
Inquiring minds
What the heck is happening at Thought Collage?
Not sure myself. But I guess I am trying to find my new blog-look. And they write this stuff in CODE. Geesh. That is so not me. But Dave is helping and I am trying not to throw in the proverbial towel as I picture what I want and then have to research and read all these tech-talkers speaking a foreign language about how easy it all is to do.
Reading WordPress forums has become the new bain of my existance. Yet, if I can’t create the “room” in which to write, I will surely go mad. Therefore, I shall trudge on. And it may look different everyday for the next 263 days. Parts may or may not work. Fonts may be crazy sizes or not show up at all. Or whatever.
Just in case anyone is wondering. Like me.
The Jeanie-Mentoring Experience
There is nothing like a few wrinkles, emerging gray hairs and notches in your been-around-the-block-a-few-times belt to make people believe you’d be a good mentor.
I have younger women ask me to mentor them and I am like, “Heck, yeah! I’ll mentor you. I would be honored to get credit for how amazing you are.” Because really? Wow-I know the smartest, most gorgeous, most amazingly talented women on the face of the earth (which include my 5 daughters, btw). I feel lucky to be seen with any of them. :)
I’ve always known that really, I am getting the better end of the deal. My cool factor rises just because of the people I hang around. Plus the things I learn, the inspiration – all a win for me.
I don’t watch this show so I had to look up his character’s name, but I flipped on the TV last night to an episiode of 30 Rock, where Alex Baldwin’s character had a short but hilarious spurt on his mentoring theory.
“The Donaghy-mentor experience is immersive.
I don’t choose my mentees lightly. They have to have the drive and ambition to be worth my time; the intelligence to understand the challenges they are going to face; the humility to accept my help; and finally – a life that is a bottomless swamp of chaos. Drive – Intelligence – Humility – and Chaos!”
I think I will be using this to write my own mentor-mentee experience soon. And print flyers. And people will line up by the truckloads.
My Fellow-American Christian Family // Please don’t stone me for this
I said to Dave last fall
“I don’t know if you can be a conservative Republican and be a Christian.”
And then I laughed {at my very funny self} at even the {very scandalous} thought of it because, really, almost all of us pre-labeled (whether rightly or not) “evangelical,” “conservative” sorts have believed quite the opposite. Please have grace for me when I say that the American church political stream of thinking has almost become that you can either trust in Jesus fully for salvation, or be a card-carrying Republican conservative and still get to heaven. Ouch! No stones, please, I implore you!
Feels like this:
“Hate the sin, love the sinner – but only if the sinner is part of our political party. “
I just don’t like that. As political-engines rev up for an election year, I thank God for the country I was born in. I am grateful to be a citizen and for the opportunity to vote and shoulder responsibility for being a blessing and strength in this nation, and for abiding by its’ laws and upholding its’ ideals. But I remain cognizant: I am just alien in a foreign land. I come from another Kingdom. This is not my native soil. I am just passing through briefly.
This world is not my home…
We are…”transients in this world. People who live this way make it plain that they are looking for their true home. If they were homesick for the old country, they could have gone back any time they wanted. But they were after a far better country than that—heaven country. You can see why God is so proud of them, and has a City waiting for them.” Hebrews 11.13-16 The Message
I do have opinions. I do vote and I do pray. For our leaders. Whether I elected them or not. And I do wish they’d listen to me more often, naturally. But God does {listen to me!}. So-you know. I am doing ok.
These are the days of faith
Check out Tara’s adoption blog {click}
Here they are. Dave, Tara, and Hunter Magoo. They are waiting to be chosen, so they can choose. They are preparing for the baby they cannot see…yet.
“…faith… is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living. It’s our handle on what we can’t see. Hebrews 11.1,2 The Message
Even though the years of trying take their toll, hope is renewed again and again. Adoption becomes possibility. A great organization takes them through the paces and excitement rises. “The book” gets finished and delivered, a printed peek into their lives and a birth-mommy can acquaint herself with a possible family for her baby. And we wait.
Meanwhile, DP shares vision about Heaven Fest and adoption is part of the whole this year and he shocks us with the astounding statistic that if just 7% of Christians worldwide would adopt, there would be no more orphans.
But we continue to wait.
And somewhere, a baby is being knit together in her mommy’s womb and she’ll need a home and family and God is preparing this one for her.
And we are not diminished in the waiting. We are not less anxious for the bebe to arrive, but rather enlarged with expectancy and anticipation. Oh yes, we are.
Romans 8:22-25
“All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it’s not only around us; it’s within us. The Spirit of God is arousing us within. We’re also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance. That is why waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother. We are enlarged in the waiting. We, of course, don’t see what is enlarging us. But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy.”
The longer we wait…the more joyful our expectancy!
A director
“A director does everything imaginable to realize a singular vision” -Michael Douglas at the Academy Awards, about what a movie director’s role is
Losing time
Springing forward. Like being catapulted a little. You get to the next day faster. But you lose something along the way.
I have lost the blog that was. And I had been contemplating changes anyway. But still, to sort of get drop-kicked that direction is…disconcerting.
But sometimes that is how change comes. Now for the direction home…
Don’t forget to change your clocks at 2 am Sunday. Forward.