Monday, October 31, 2011

Radiant Faith

I am such a word nerd. But not in terms of an over-educated, stuffy, PhD kind of nerdiness (or smartness), but more in this weird way I attach myself to certain words and fall in love with them and giggle with delight when I see them throughout the Scriptures. In fact, the only time I am really a word nerd is with the Bible. I guess the Bible is the only written word that I've ever been in love with all these years.

Take, for instance, the word radiant. The word alone makes me take a deep relaxing breath. I love it, its meaning, and specifically how it's used in the Bible. Here's a couple...

Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame. Psalm 34:5
Then you will look and be radiant, your heart will throb and swell with joy. Isaiah 60:5
The Son is the radiance of God's glory, and the exact representation of his being... Hebrews 1:3

There's just something about that word. Radiant. Glowing. Emitting light and life and warmth. It's what I'd like to be, and I think that's why it's caught my eye and won my heart over. So when I saw it used in the verse in Hebrews this morning, I knew I was headed in the right direction. Today is the first day in an online study on Hebrews on Wendy Blight's blog. If you've never visited her online space, you should. She's an amazing, strong Christian woman that's so full of knowledge and love of the Scriptures. And she's hosting an online study of the book of Hebrews entitled Living a Cross Centered Life. This is the first week, and we're taking it one chapter at a time, so there's still time to join in if you'd like.

Anywho... so I began reading this morning, and I started with the introduction to the book in my Bible, and already I am challenged. The book of Hebrews was written to the Jews back in a time where, as a Jew, you either accepted Christ's life, death, and resurrection, did not accept it and were still waiting on the Messiah to come, or you wavered. When I stop and think about our reality today, not much has changed. There are believers, there are non-believers, and then there are those that believe but struggle to keep it in in play, wavering back and forth from the old way of life to the new. Here's a quote from my study Bible's introduction to Hebrews: "Those who did accept Jesus as the Messiah often found themselves slipping back into familiar routines, trying to live a hybrid faith." That statement pierced right through me, and it also confirmed I am in the right place, the right book of the Bible. And then, only three verses in pops up a variation of my favorite word...

I'd like a radiant faith, not a hybrid one.

All this being said, the book of Hebrews promises to be challenging. So if any of you out there want to join in, it's not too late. Head over to Wendy's blog, and enroll in the sidebar.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Yesterday... the eventful day...

Yesterday was quite the eventful day.

First on my agenda, other than fretting over my mother's health, was to put my feet in the stirrups for a little annual pleasure. Only mine wasn't exactly an annual thing; it had been three years since my last annual exam (see the irony there?). I know, I know. Gasp in horror and wave that pointy finger in the air... it's not fun, and I just haven't been. I've also not had any problems and never had an abnormal result. But this year marks the point where I should start having mammograms, so there was no putting it off. Trust me when I say that I spent three years' worth of time in the office. I arrived around 9:30 and left about noon, and I literally saw the doctor for a whole eight minutes of that time. This is only the second time I have visited this particular doctor; I never attached myself to the one who delivered Madalyn, so I made a change. I do pity OB/GYNs even though they make good money... I wouldn't want to be the man making small talk about what your children are dressing up as for Halloween while examining hoo-hahs. Just sayin'.

Once Erika and I texted and played Words with Friends for two hours whilst I waited in the waiting room, I went to the grocery store. I had to buy the items to put together a batch of Chex Mix for Madalyn's class activity since I have been bamboozled into taking over as room mother. Yes, you heard right. The other room mom up and moved to California last week. How does one suddenly make that move? I would love to hear the background story, but I am not nosey (or ballsey) enough to ask the teacher for the down-low. Nor am I ballsey enough to refuse to be room mom. I am pretty amazed that I have made it these six years without having to pull the role off at some point. I think I will do alright, but I am still a little apprehensive. Stay tuned for lots of fun stories about the adventures of Crazy Room Mama.

While putting together the Chex Mix, I celebrated the good news from my mom's scans and awaited a call from my husband telling me he had quit his job. Ummmmm, yeah, add that to the list for yesterday. Scott quit his job. Not only did he quit his job, but he is officially leaving the car business.

Please pause for a moment of silence.

When I tell you that I have prayed for years for this day, I mean literally prayers and prayers and prayers for years and years and years. It's all we've ever known... twelve hour days, late nights, nearly every Saturday. A couple of weeks ago, Scott got a call from an RV place within just a few miles from our house that was in need of a finance manager. He went in to interview, and they offered him the job the next day. It's a risk... a large company has just bought this location, and they are expecting big things. But it may take several months to build it up to the level they know it can achieve. But the hours are great, the location is perfect for our family, and it's a chance worth taking. So we're taking it. Scott starts on Tuesday in a totally different environment than he's used to. A slower pace, fewer hours, and hopefully a lot more family time. I have been so humbled at the thought of my petitions being answered by God that I don't even know what to say. The thought of him being so close, of him not having to miss the goodnight kisses, of him being more a part of our day to day makes me so happy!

I must admit that it's been a great week! I hope all my friends out there have had a great week, too...

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Praise God!

We got good news today. Praise the Lord for good news! My mother's scans show a 40% decrease in size of her largest measurable tumor in her liver. There is still minimal fluid in her right pleural lining, but there is no growth there or in her spine.

When I read the text from my dad in my car, Doxology immediately started in my mind, a chorus of angels singing their praise between my ears, and I wanted to pull my car over and lie face down on the green grass and just soak in His glory! I have never in my life felt so appreciative... for anything... I didn't even feel this way when either one of my children was born! It's the hardest emotion to describe, yet one I am so very grateful to have experienced in my lifetime.

So, I Googled Doxology and found out it came from another hymn, Awake My Soul, and with the Sun. And when I read the words, I just thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever read. So I thought I would share it here today for all of you to enjoy. And just as a huge Praise God from me!

Thank you, Lord... words cannot express my gratitude to You, Lord... there are no words! Thank you, Jesus!

Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Thy precious time misspent, redeem,
Each present day thy last esteem,
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
By influence of the Light divine
Let thy own light to others shine.
Reflect all Heaven’s propitious ways
In ardent love, and cheerful praise.
In conversation be sincere;
Keep conscience as the noontide clear;
Think how all seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.
All praise to Thee, who safe has kept
And hast refreshed me while I slept
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake
I may of endless light partake.
Heav’n is, dear Lord, where’er Thou art,
O never then from me depart;
For to my soul ’tis hell to be
But for one moment void of Thee.
Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew.
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.
I would not wake nor rise again
And Heaven itself I would disdain,
Wert Thou not there to be enjoyed,
And I in hymns to be employed.
Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011


Yesterday was my husband's 40th birthday. And, while that seems as monumental as birthdays come, it doesn't compare to today.

Today is my mom's birthday. And it doesn't even matter what number corresponds with it. The only thing important about this day is that about two and half months ago, I didn't think I would celebrate another birthday with my mom. She was failing. Quickly. I knew, she knew it, my father knew it. I was terrified.

Truth is that I don't know what this world is like without my mother in it. I've never experienced a day without her presence in some way in my life. There are days when she's been unavailable that I test myself and see how many times I want to talk to her about something, and the truth is, it's a lot. She was the first person I ever had a relationship with. The first person to love me, hold me, talk to me, hug me. And who I am without her is incomprehensible. It's never existed before.

I find it so odd that a toxic substance is now what's keeping her here. She's been feeling relatively well but for the last couple of weeks. The fatigue has set in, and she's seeing some skin problems that are side effects of the chemo. Her blood pressure is little out of whack early in the week. On the days she feels well, though, I can almost forget that she has cancer for a brief moment. But just for a very brief moment... the denial of the hard facts never lasts too long.

But this morning, I woke with this gratitude that I've never felt in my life. A thankfulness for this day, one I thought I wouldn't have, one I thought we would be robbed of. Another birthday. Another day with her. Another birthday card to sign. A lunch with chit chat. A mom here in the flesh, one I can experience as moms are meant to be. I know it won't continue on as long as I'd like it to, but I will deal with that when the time comes. And, even once she's gone, I still feel like there will be this undeniable presence in my soul of her. This part of her she has handed down to me over these almost 35 years I've had the honor of being her daughter.

Happy birthday, Mama. I love you!

Prayers are coveted, friends, as my mother will have a scan on Thursday to see if the pictures match her improving blood work.

Monday, October 24, 2011


I was talking to my dearest friend for life, Erika, today about some things in the works in my life right now. These were my words: "I keep thinking this could be the answer to many, many years of prayer, but I am waiting on something to go wrong..."

How sad. How pitiful of me. I realized how awful it sounded the minute the words tumbled out of my mouth and after my friend made a bold statement to me... "Why don't you just expect the best?"

So, my question to myself is exactly that. Why don't I expect the best in any given situation, especially in one involving a petition to God for a positive life change? Why am I so surprised when God answers a prayer favorably? Why does His unyielding, unrelenting, undeniable love and power still completely blow me away? It's nothing new, but perhaps my acceptance of their existence is still so fresh in my being that I automatically go back to my pessimistic approach to my Creator.

How timely that I am reading a new book entitled {w}hole by Lisa Whittle. When I read the first chapter on her website last week, something bubbled up inside of me. I can't explain it. I identified with what she was saying, and I found it refreshing that she identified with me. I am not alone is a powerful feeling that we all crave to find true throughout the pathways of our life. When it comes to my spiritual walk, I often feel isolated, not only because I have no direct affiliation with an organized church but also because I feel like I've experienced a lot of disappointment from the church that most people don't see in their lives. The only person who knows all the ins and outs of how I feel about organized religion is my Heavenly Father, and it's definitely a subject that I try to stay clear of with most people, including the two people who have been most influential on my faith, my parents.

My book arrived in my mail box on Saturday. I wanted to dive in immediately, to hear another believer's account of their journey in finding closeness to God through Scripture, but Scott's birthday party was that evening, and there was a giant "40" to make out of chocolate chip cookies, icing, and black candles. So I placed the Granny Smith apple green book on my chair for Monday morning. I devoured the first three chapters this morning.

I walked away from the beginning of this book with the awareness (for the first time in my life) that I didn't grow up viewing myself as God's creation. In my little mind, the Church was God's creation, and, if I was good enough along the way, I could be a part of the Church. In other words, the Church was my direct link to God. I can't say where this belief came from; perhaps it was my rule-following, conservative, people-pleasing personality that formulated this mental approach to God. But that doesn't really matter. However this completely explains why Psalm 139 made me weep the first time I read it. It was the first time I viewed myself as being directly created by God, known inside and out by Him, and loved despite my imperfections.

I look back over the past several years, over my journey with the Lord, over the way He has lovingly worked on my heart, my hurts, my misunderstandings about Him. He has revealed Himself in the strangest of stories in the Bible, painting a more accurate picture of who He is, was, always has been, and always will be. This picture is more grand, more encompassing, more overwhelming that I ever dreamed God could be in the days of my ignorance, and I am gratefully placing in all the missing pieces of God's personality one by one.

I'm still not perfect. Never will be. But I do have this enormous zeal for Him. I want to know Him. Not just open Him up and have quiet time with a few pages several times a week and then place Him back on the shelf. I want to know Him on a level I never believed possible until I read Psalm 139 and believed it deep down inside. I want to draw closer to a Jesus that endured torture so that my soul wouldn't have to, and I want to help spread that around so that others will know it, too. I want to be the woman He knew I would be even in the midst of bad choices, hurtful life experiences, and rebellion.

There are just so many things going on behind the scenes these days that I can't openly discuss or can't properly put into words that make any sense. But I love a day full of the beauty of one single realization. Nothing is better than having an internal epiphany, especially when it helps you learn something about your past and pushes you closer to where you want to be. Head on over to Lisa Whittle's website and check it out... she's an amazing writer and magnetic Christian! You will be blessed by her words!

Monday, October 17, 2011

Zombies and such...

I heard the pitter patter coming across the living room carpet. No... no, no, no... I thought in my semi-conscious state. No way, no how was I sharing my space with her tonight. 3:00 in the AM meant a good three and a half hours left to snooze.

"What's wrong?"
"I had a bad dream." She normally doesn't talk. She normally just slides in the bed as quiet as she can so as to remain undetected. "It was about zombies."
"Oh, it's okay. Come on in."

I couldn't turn her away with zombies in her head. So, I cuddled up to her until her breath was heavy with sweeter dreams, and I made my way to the couch to sleep. There's no sharing a bed with Madalyn. She may be small, but she uses more space than two adults when sleeping, and it makes for a much longer night than just giving in and sleeping on the couch.

I drifted off to sleep on the couch and dreamed about a guy I dated in high school, my children being my younger brother and sister, living in a house with wall paper over the windows, and going to a high school football game with a boy I didn't know. Maybe I should have stayed in the bed with the zombies...

Thursday, October 13, 2011


My kids get on my nerves. They make messes and don't clean them up. They bring home homework from school that requires my assistance as well as a firm nudge to get it done. They eat the entire bag of Baked Ritz Crisps in ONE AFTERNOON {and then have the nerve to wonder why I won't ever buy that stuff unless it's on sale}. They create mounds and mounds of laundry. They leave wet towels on the floor. And they talk. A lot.

But..... I love them dearly.

Today, I ran through the aisles at Publix quickly picking up a few necessities: chicken for dinner, sugar free French Vanilla coffee creamer (praise the Lord they were back in stock... I've been using the regular stuff all week), and beer. I picked up TWO bags of the Baked Ritz Crisps {gotta love the BOGO stuff at Publix!} and a bag of the iced oatmeal cookies, knowing that would make me mom of the universe for this afternoon.

As I made my way through the store, a man and woman caught my eye. I could tell that they were mother and son, and I didn't think too much unusual about the pair until I got close enough to hear their conversation. His voice sounded younger than my own ten year old boy's, and I could tell that she was sending him about to pick up things along the aisle, giving him a task. He would go and retrieve an item and bring it back to his mother, and then she'd send him to get another. She shopped at the same time, and her buggy was near capacity. He sang to himself as he hunted through the apples. He mumbled something beneath his breath in the dairy aisle.

I got into the lane to the left of them to check out, and I overheard her send him to get a bag of ice. She wanted the small bag. He returned with the larger of the two sizes. Her eyes were clearly perturbed, but her voice never showed it. And my heart sank down inside of me in shame. I am so blessed. So very blessed beyond belief to have these two beautifully healthy children. And though their messiness and weird sense of humor drive me nuts sometimes, they are but fleeting seasons in their lives. This mother's child will never fully mentally mature; she is perpetually stuck in this one phase of life with him. Watching how she handled him so patiently and thinking of what her daily life must be like humbled me. And I needed it.

Being a mom is hard. Yes, it's incredibly rewarding, but sometimes the rewards are few and far between. I find myself in a state of wanting the good to always outweigh the bad, and that's just not realistic. If they would clean up after themselves more... if they would be more organized... if they would do this or that or whatever, then life would be easier. What an awful way to think.

Dear Lord... thank you for your gentle reminder today to be thankful for my children. They are Your creations, and I should marvel in them every day. Thank you for keeping them so healthy and safe all these years. I pray for that sweet mother in the grocery store today... may You grant her every ounce of patience and energy she needs for this day and all her days after.


Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Bullet points by me...

I really have not a whole lot to say. But I feel this compulsion to blog, though I can't get out a complete post, so I will revert to the stinking bullet points.

~ I am doing Weight Watchers again. I did it three or four years ago, and I was successful, so I thought I would give it a whirl. I have such an issue with portions, you know, and eating when my body is not literally hungry. The points idea helps me look at food differently and focus on what I can have instead of what I can't. I am down four pounds which I am pretty certain is mainly water and just plain extra garbage I would normally be toting around in my intestines. But it's four pounds off the scale, so I will take it. Twenty more to go. Yippee.

~ Sunday, Scott and I celebrated 12 years of marriage. I am pretty proud of us. I know when we got married there were a lot of people that thought we probably wouldn't make it. Heck, there have been times when I thought we wouldn't make it. But we have. When I think about all the couples we've known over the years and I realize how many are divorced now, I know what a rare and special thing we have. Even when things get tough, even when I am cursing him beneath my breath as I turn every single one of his socks right-side out while dealing with the laundry, we are both committed to making this marriage work. And I am so proud to have made it twelve years.

~ I have a bruise on my shoulder. I have no idea how I got it. To be honest, I can't think up a scenario in my mind that would leave me with a bruise on my shoulder. But whatever.

~ I am about to conquer my fear of the thrift store. We're doing a Halloween/Birthday party for Scott's 40th birthday next weekend, and I need to put together our ensemble. Scott and I will be the unlikely couple... the private school girl and the redneck boy. If you know us, you already realize it's incredibly fitting. I don't want to look risque or spend too much, so I am not interested in ordering a real costume, so I thought I could search the thrift store and piece one together myself. I go into panic mode in thrift stores, so I am hoping I can get passed that and find what I need.

~The sun really needs to shine here. I am feeling the lack of sunshine.

~ I wonder if that Total Transformation program really works. The infomercial says it's free if it's not successful in your home. Hmmmmmm.

Okay. That's all I've got today.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

A Life Fading...

"Let's play hooky from the old people..."

That's what I said to my mother today in the car as we were driving in Montgomery on our way to make one stop and then hit the nursing home. I just wasn't in the mood for the old people. Now, please don't feel that I'm being disrespectful when I call them that... it's just something my mother and I have said for years. I would ask, "How are they?" after she had been to see them, and her answer was always, "They're old." So we started referring to them as the old people, and it just sort of stuck. Even in their old age, they both have a gleaming sense of humor, and I would actually say it in front of them and have no doubt they would chuckle.

Anywho... wasn't in the mood for old people today. For about the past week, I've been feeling the urge to go shopping, plundering through stuff, look around. I don't know why. Maybe it's the change of season, maybe it's this really cool blog I recently found which leaves me wanting to get over my anxiety of thrift stores, or maybe a combination of a bunch of things. But visiting the nursing home just didn't sound like fun today, and I was hinting that we skip the visit and do something fun.

Mom didn't bite, and I'm very glad she didn't.

My grandfather has always been a man of few words and rare emotion. But in the past few visits, he just seems so sentimental, so eager to say I love you, so open to a hug. He muses about the meaning of life. He talks about how he misses when the whole family got together at the house. He misses home, the life he used to have, the one I'm pretty certain he took for granted and didn't realize would change as much as it has. For the first time ever, I see my grandfather as a person, not just my grandfather, and I feel this empathy welling up inside of me for where he is in life. He's trapped in this weird place, one in which he really has no freedom or home, in the biggest waiting room of all, waiting for the end to come.

My grandfather never sat still. Well not unless he had a bowl of ice cream or cut up cantaloupe. He had a garden in the backyard when I was little with beans, radishes, tomatoes, peppers, and muscadine vines. He piddled in his shed. He worked for a rent-a-car place picking up cars in different cities and driving them back to Montgomery. He went somewhere to play bingo, and all I understood about it as a child was that it wasn't somewhere ladies should go. He had this pillow thing that stayed on the ground in the back den of their house, and late in the afternoon, he'd lie down there on the beige carpet and get still enough to drift off to sleep. He took me and my little cousin for walks around the block, pushing her in a little umbrella stroller while I totted along on the side. He loved deeply but silently. He worked hard and slept hard. He never stilled his body unless he had to.

Today, I looked across the glass top table at this old man, deep wrinkles lining his face, eyes watering at the thoughts of times gone by and not to come again, and I realized that he is a man. Not just Grandaddy Norris. He is a man who has lived a full life, worked hard for the little bit he got, produced four off spring, lost one tragically too soon, watched his baby daughter fight cancer, watched his grandkids have kids of their own, watched the world change and grown and move too rapidly. And now he's forced to stop. And I really felt that in my bones today... really let it sink in. All those old people, the ones I try to smile at and speak kindly to when I visit, are people who have lived these once vivid lives quickly fading away.

Dear Lord... I thank you so much for my grandparents, the three I still have with me. I ask of you today that you ease their weary and confused minds, that you bring back up for them memories of the joy they've had, and peace for each day. Numb their longing to go back to their earthly home, and replace it with the promise of their home to come with You. In Jesus' precious and powerful name... Amen.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Sliding Doors...

Does anyone out there remember a movie from the late 90's entitled Sliding Doors? I do... it starred Gwyneth Paltrow who happens to be one of my favorite actresses. It's been a long while since my only viewing of the movie, but its premise is one that has stuck with me and something I have contemplated over and over again throughout my life. The movie takes the main character (played by Gwyneth) and shows the viewer two different ways her life plays out in light of catching or missing her subway train. In one scenario, she catches her live-in boyfriend in bed with another woman prompting a break-up and romance with another man. In the other scenario, she misses the other woman completely and ends up pregnant with a cheating man's baby that she will lose through a miscarriage down the line. In both scenarios, she ends up with the same love interest. And that's what makes it all so fascinating... from totally opposite paths, the end result is the same.

It's the whole predestination theory taken to another (and specifically box-office, romantic) level. Am I predestined to be something specific, and does God get me there no matter what choices I make in life? Am I placed on earth to do specific things? What lengths will God use to put me where He wants me? It's a fascinating thought to me, and I am finding things in the Old Testament that intrigue me more about this subject. {Side note... I am still reading the Old Testament. Just finished the book of Genesis last week, and started on the book of Exodus this morning. It's a slow process at this point.}

Last week, I thought about it as I read the story of Joseph, as in the coat-of-many-colors Joseph who was sold into Egyptian slavery by his brothers because of their jealousy. Many will recall the way the brothers were reunited later in life when Joseph has become a person of honor in Egyptian society through interpreting Pharaoh's dream and therefore launching a plan that will save the Egyptians from a seven year famine. Joseph is reunited with his family, and he forgives. Several years later, after the death of their father, the brothers are afraid that Joseph's kindness will end. They sent a message to Joseph asking for forgiveness, and part of Joseph's response was this: "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives." (Ex. 50:20)

Thinking back over Joseph's story, I realize this ~ his brothers wanted to kill him, but one brother, Reuben, convinced the others to just throw him into a cistern, and he planned to come back and to rescue Joseph and take him back to their father (Gen. 37:21-22). Reuben made a choice that saved Joseph's life and set about the chain of events that led him to Egypt to interpret the dream for Pharaoh. I am really amazed, however, to see the way Joseph puts it all together in the latter years of his life. He is fully aware that God has used his life circumstances to help others, to save lives, and he seems content with that.

This morning I read over the story of the birth of Moses. I remember the pretty illustrations of the baby in the basket, bisque porcelain skin swaddled in cloths and floating in the river. But this morning, I was reminded of the why. The Egyptian Pharaoh had ordered all male Hebrew babies born to be killed out of fear that the Hebrew nation would rise up against the Egyptians and take over with their rising population. Can you imagine what it must have felt like to be pregnant during that time as a Hebrew woman? I can't imagine a more helpless feeling than giving birth to a baby boy in those days. So, this woman gives birth to a boy, and she just can't bring herself to obey the Pharaoh's declaration, so she hides the infant for three months. When she couldn't hide him any longer, she fashions a reed basket and floats him in the Nile river, and sets her daughter on the bank to see what happens to him.

We know what happens next... the Pharaoh's daughter finds him, the sister steps in to suggest she find a Hebrew woman to nurse the baby, and the rest is literally history, or the story of Moses. Through this awful situation, the ordering of the slaughter of male babies, comes forth Moses. By way of an evil situation comes the deliverer of the people of Israel out of Egyptian slavery.

It shows me this about God... when doors are shut, whether sliding or not, He will find a way to bring forth what He purposes for us. My God can pull something good out of any situation in life. Look at Joseph. Look a Moses. And I am only in the first chapter of Exodus! Think of how many of these circumstances I will uncover throughout the reading of the Old Testament...

I am just amazed at God's power, His ability to weave people and circumstance together to work out His divine plan. And it makes me realize that when I am doubtful of decisions, when I am feeling like life's circumstances are unfair or too difficult to bear, all I need is faith in my God who can work all things together for His good. All things, no matter what's behind that sliding door.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Strange human phenomenons....

There are a few strange human phenomenons...

~ The contagious yawn... happens when one person in a room yawns, and then, like the wave in crowded football stadium, the yawns domino through all the people.
~ The contagious itch... happens when you're around someone who is itching, and suddenly you find yourself scratching too.
~ The contagious nausea... happens when someone near or around you is throwing up and you catch yourself feeling a little putrid.

In all of these circumstances, you find yourself feeling the feelings of those around you. Why is that? What tells our brain to feel and act out what another person is feeling? I guess I could google and spend several wasted hours reading the explanation of the action. Instead, I will spend time entertaining a ten year old boy who's home from school today, feeling a little nauseous, cleaning up a rather large vomit spot on the carpet, and hoping that the yuk-up bug doesn't run through the entire household.