~~FEMININE MATTERS~~

FOR A LITTLE WHILE

I'd like to be young again.  I'd like to run like I use to.  Play volleyball with the youth.  I'd like to swim, jump on the trampoline with my granddaughters.  I'd like to climb the rocks at Mt. Scott and explore the cracks and crevices.  I'd love to be able to, not only pick colors for my little efficiency apartment, but climb ladders and paint the walls and pack my belongings for our impending move. 

I know that's silly.  But for a little while...it would be nice.

It would also be nice if I could go back to December 9th, 2010 and leave my house just a little bit later, or earlier.  Either one would be sufficient to avoid the timing of Mr. Luna driving through a stop-sign and crashing into my car.  At least before that day, though I could not do all the things above, I could still paint pictures and enjoy doing puzzles with my granddaughters.  I could play more freely with Kinsey and Haylee.  I could bend a little farther, sit up straight a little longer.  I could make plans and carry them out; go to my Tuesday painting classes, and make commitments believing I could keep them.

Ironically...

God has used this physical trial to bring about another dream of sorts.  You see, when I first started blogging in 2006, I wanted to build a website where I could share thoughts with other women about common thoughts-- our faith, our love for children and grandchildren, recipes we like, and mundane miscellaneous chatter.  I wanted an online magazine-style site.  I can't believe that I am getting closer and closer to harmonizing the blogs I write.  Had I not been so limited (for fear of creating another agonizing twist in my neck), I wouldn't have been able to mesh my sites like I imagined.  I wouldn't have taken the time to learn all the things I need to learn to link each site together with various buttons and feeds.  I've still got a bunch of work to do before I'm satisfied.  It's kinda like my life in Christ.

"And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ." Philippians 1:6 ESV

God began a good work in me.  He will bring that work to completion.  In His time.  And part of the completed work is what I do and what I dream to do.  It's nice to dream-- even "for a little while".  Can you relate?  If so, tell me the dreams you are dreaming in the comment box below.  What trial are you facing that's taken you to a place you had not expected?  I'd really like to know.  selahV for Today

FRUMPY DEFINED

A dear friend of mine, who blindly loves me with all the grace of God, face-booked me this comment: "BTW what does frumpy mean? Because I must have the wrong definition. You, my friend [are] anything but frumpy."

Ya simply gotta love a friend like that, don't you?  I needed to assure Mary that I was indeed frumpy.  I considered what it meant to me.  So given the fact that since Thanksgiving, I've added another 15 pounds to my excess of 75, I answered: "Frumpy: a sloppy, colorless, wad of bleh!  LOL."

Dressing room mirrors in all the local stores confirm it.  I tried on some rather nice little articles of clothing last week--things I'd seen others wearing that seemed sooooo chic and stylish.  Folks.  Let me tell ya something.  Short people can't wear the same cheetah and fox faux-fur vests that taller folks wear--  unless said "short people" can shop outside the fuller-figure racks of clothing.  All the stylish bulky sweaters do is add more bulk.  All the lime-green, magenta, clingy, thinner fabrics do is accentuate the negative rolls and wads one wants to camouflage.  So adding color to the "wad" isn't necessarily the answer.  It kinda calls attention to it.  Ever notice how the larger the size, the bigger the flowers and stripes are on the fabric?  I have.  A five-foot-one and, uh...chunky person dressed in tight-fitting or loose-fitting tee-shirt material is frumpy.  Plain and simple.

Couple that with my hairstyle (which hasn't been cut, or shaped in a year), and I qualify for at least one definition of frumpy.  Oh, what to do, what to do...

Gotta have a strategy...a plan of action...a resolve.  Ya know?  Exercise is an option.  And maybe a higher consideration to diet?

Okay...I guess the trip I made to the grocery yesterday could count for exercise.  But I don't think the Nutty Bars, Cheezits, Eclairs and Vienna Fingers I purchased could be considered helpful, unless I give them to all my tall, skinny friends at church tomorrow.  Do you?  selahV

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WHEN BEING ME IS NOT ENOUGH

I AM...so you don't have to be.  Such a profound statement, don't you think?  How often do we fret and worry over things we cannot control?  How many things in your day today are you truly able to effect or change?  And if you can't, what does it matter?  We don't have to BE God.  We don't have to live as though we do.  We don't have to pretend that we are.  We have as much of God as we allow Him to be in and through us.

I saw this ad at one of my friend's links. It is for an online Bible-study. 

I AM...SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE.

Gosh that title intrigues me.  It woos me.  It beckons.  Stop trying to play superwife, supermom, supergrama, superwriter, superhomemaker, superChristian.  I am not God.  I cannot do it all.  I cannot to it perfectly.  But He can...the great I AM.  May we all remember that when we face the giants we need not fight in life.  Let God have them.  He brought them into my life or allowed them to enter.  So let Him fight them.  I don't have to because I'm not God.  Thank the Lord.    I haven't participated in this online study written by Lisa McKay.  But perhaps you will want to.  Just thought I'd mention it in passing as I write it down on my to-do list.  selahV

BETTER BUT NOT BEST

For those of you who read all my blogs, my back is a bit better.  I can sit a little longer at the computer.  But I still cannot get into my van very well.  Nor can I bend over or move quickly.  Must always keep in mind not-to-move at the waist.  Am sleeping in my recliner--helps keep my back from getting stiff.  Praying I get better quickly because I'm suppose to get my granddaughters for the weekend.  And we are planning to build a Gingerbread House at church for a Christmas family-night.  I will still be able to build the house, but would like to be in better shape.  (Had also thought about bowling for a treat on this visit, but I guess that will have to come at another time.)

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Don't you just love this time of year?  I'm going to have my hubby pull out all the Christmas decorations today.  Ha!  this is gonna be fun.  Will report later on the "rest of the story". selahV