Category Archives: Stuff I Actually Think

Heya, Brian! See you at 8!

The whole fam loves this guy.  LOVES.

I will be laughing my head off into the night at The Wells Fargo Theater.  O yes, I will.

Check out the part about what people try to cram into the overhead storage on airplanes at about 3:45 or 4:00

And here is the first Brian Regan genius I ever experienced.  Yes, I stress over the “test” of an eye exam because I also cannot commit AND I have had the uncomfortably-close eye doctor too, scooting up on his squeaky chair who needed a Tic Tac.

Love my Brian Regan!

The s-i-l in Haiti

Dave Powers, my firstborn’s lover and husband (and my son-in-love), went to Haiti with Convoy of Hope in early December.

Felix-the-HF-web-guy found this online this morning.  This is a part of the why of Heaven Fest!

 

Dave Powers // Convoy of Hope Haiti Response from Wade Yamaguchi on Vimeo.

www.heavenfest.com  A massive music and worship gathering.

www.convoyofhope.com  A driving passion to feed the world

The Elephant Story

In a book by Bobb Biehl, he tells the story of a day he spent “working” in a circus.

A quick phone invitation from a friend and Bobb was on a plane heading for the circus.  Just for “fun,” and to “clear out the cobwebs,” Bobb and his friend moved props from ring to ring and got dirty and dusty and tired.

During a break Bobb struck up a conversation with a man who trained animals for movies.

“How is it that you can stake down a ten-ton elephant with the same sized stake that you use for this little fellow?” I asked.  The little fellow weighed three-hundred pounds.

“It’s easy when you know two things: elephants really do have great memories, but they aren’t very smart.  When they are babies, we stake them down.  They try to tug away from the stake maybe ten-thousand times before they realize that they can’t possibly get away.  At that point their ‘elephant memory’ takes over and they remember for the rest of their lives that they can’t get away from the stake.”

To paraphrase Bobb’s point – humans are sometimes like elephants.  When we are young, some unthinking, insensitive person says “You are not good at this,” or “You’re never going to be able to do that.”  Perhaps they decreed, “You weren’t cut out to accomplish [insert-your-dream-here],” or something worse.  And just like that – boom, a metal stake has been driven into our minds and our hearts.  And even though we grow up and possess many skills and talents and abilities and walk with the grace and favor of the Father in our lives, we are still held back by carelessly-driven or even accidentally-pounded-in stakes, mis-statements placed in our minds so long ago.

In light of this fairly-horrible revelation, we can pray.  We need to pray.

God, You have not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love and a sound, disciplined mind.  Let the same mind be in me that was in Christ Jesus.  Let my mind be steadfast, trusting in You alone for perfect peace.  2 Tim. 1.7; Phil. 2.5; Is. 26.3

Father, forgive the stakes of discouragement that I may have driven into anyone else’s heart and soul, as I forgive the ones that go unseen in mine, but are affecting my life.  Help me remember Your faithfulness, remember Your goodness and help me recall Your everlasting love towards me.  Don’t let my pierced heart and memory dictate the life I lead.  For even when my heart condemns me, God, You are greater than my heart.  Mt. 6.8-10; Ps. 86.15; Ps. 103.17; Ps. 116.12; 1 Jn. 3.19-21

Pentecostal Preacher’s Daughter

I am a Pentecostal.  If I need to be labeled.

I believe in the blessing of the Holy Spirit bestowed in the Upper Room for all times when the promised Holy Spirit showed up on the Day of Pentecost (you can read about it in Acts 2).  Right there and then the power to be witnesses and the carriers and couriers of the {good news} became available in even greater measure than what we’d seen through Jesus.  Don’t believe it?  Read Acts 1 & 2, and John 14.11-13 and verses 15-20, which quotes Jesus Himself!

And I am a Pentecostal preacher’s daughter.  Which is a different beast altogether.

From learning to live, walk, act and behave through the checklist-lense of man’s interpretation of an outward-focused holiness, I am still being delivered.  People-pleasing, fear-of-man, and all the good-girl, preacher’s-daughter expectations set me up to be the worst of the worst Pharisees.  God was always looking at the heart.  Yet I was busy collecting perfect attendance pins and memorizng scripture for the sole purpose of getting gold stars on the wall chart.

I am still repenting of terrorizing Sunday School teachers with my know-it-all, superior, eye-rolling, entitlement, arrogant, childish behavior.  If only that was the worst of it all.  Sigh.  It isn’t.   If walking with Jesus was just a to-do list, I’d be set.  This heart-thing makes it all real, makes me vulnerable.  It puts me right in the mess with the rankest of sinners where I stand a chance at being rescued.

I am a Pentecostal preacher’s daughter who is still learning how vast my need for a Savior is.

Goshbustified

GOSHBUSTIFIED:  “exceedingly pleased and gratified”

If we use this word 3 times today, it will become a permanent part of our vocabulary.

I hope today holds lots and lots of goshbustificationally wonderful stuff.  And that may or may not actually be a word.  But I like it.

I wonder if a person who steals your thunder over a happy, exceedingly pleased and gratified moment (maybe through a smirk or snide comment) might be known as a gosh-buster?  And what is sad is I could keep on with this silliness.

 

 

For the J O Y !

I’m dark, moody, crabby, hopeless, helpless, broken, undone, flawed and worse.  This is why I so need a Savior.  Jesus came – good news and great joy {great-great joy}!

“Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared.

This day is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve,

for the joy of the LORD is your strength.”

Nehemiah 8.10 niv

“…fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.

For the joy set before him

he endured the cross, scorning its shame,

and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Hebrews 12.2 niv

On a joy-quest.

Song for a Sunday // He looked beyond my fault and saw my need

Lyrics by Dottie Rambo, to the tune of Danny Boy

 

“Amazing Grace” shall always be my song of praise

For it was grace that bought my liberty

I do not know just why He came to love me so

He looked beyond my fault and saw my need.

I shall forever life mine eyes to Calvary

to view the cross where Jesus dies for me

How marvelous the grace that caught my falling soul

He looked beyond my fault and saw my need.

1960s.  I grew up on Dottie Rambo’s music.  This was the anthem of our hearts.  A haunting melody, a soul’s reflection, a cry of worship to the One.  How marvelous the grace…How marvelous that He looks beyond my fault…

{click here for a much later listen}

It Takes Two, Baby

Averi J & Gemma May

Cousins.  Averi is 4 years, 1 week and 5 days in this video.  Gemma is 4 years, 8 months, 3 weeks and 2 days.    Or something close.

They spent the night.  They woke me up saying, “Nonna?  It’s time for cereal.  We are done reading our books.”

 

We had cereal.

Then we googled Mondrian-the-artist and decided to try to paint like he did.

We painted color blocks.  We left them to dry while we jumped on the couch.

We danced.  And we jumped some more.

We tried on Nonna’s glasses (to see if we look just like her).

 

We jumped a little more.

Then we finished our paintings with dark purple lines.

 

Two-times the girly-ness.  Two-times the four-year-olds, two times the paint spills and snacks and static-y hair and two-times the fun!

The end.