Okay, so I'm a song lyric-poster whenever I hear something that strikes a chord with how I'm feeling on a certain day. I heard this one in the car on the way home and made me pause and reflect, so I thought I'd share it. (I don't know why there are random words capitalized--I just copied and pasted it from another source)
"Love So Divine" (Smalltown Poets)
In the shadow of my days
When comfort is so far away
And hope is on the Cross
I lift mine eyes and wholly gaze
Upon the Savior's perfect Face
What mercy Love hath brought
My every hope and fear
Is resting here
With Thee
Chasing through a selfish maze
Of reckless and uncertain days
Our God pursues each heart
And tests even the purest thought
For hope built not upon His Rock
What grace His Love imparts
My every hope and fear
Is captured here
Chorus:
Take what is mine
I couldn't change the smallest part of me
Make me wholly Thine
Love so divine
Saves every part of me
All of me
My one hope in Thee remains
Thy Spirit everyday sustains
Oh, risen Lamb of God
I lift my voice to sing Thy praise
With all the saints redeemed by grace
What mercy Love hath brought
My every hope and fear
Is gathered here
Chorus
When at the final trumpet cry
I'm caught up to my Savior's Side
What joy our hearts shall find
And on that day of Glory I
Will recognize my heart's desire
My God, how great Thou art
My every hope and fear is raptured here
Chorus
I lift my voice to sing Thy praise
With all Thy saints redeemed by grace
With all my heart, with all my mind
With everything I am You know
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
Memory Lane
I was looking through old college quote lists and some were cracking me up. So I thought I'd share them, for a fun trip down memory lane. (Yeah, I know, I started a sentence with a conjunction. Hey, if it's good enough for Glencoe, it's good enough for me!)
"Actually, this is a cult." - Matt (at Bible study)
"Are these community socks? You know, like the community bikini underwear?" - Heidi
"I hope I get arrested!" - Michael Brown (campus director of Crusade)
*note written on dry erase board* "Janée: talk to me about cheese. - Beth"
"Hey, I don't know about you, but I don't want to have a crotch on our front door." - Beth
"'Stroganoff' made me lose the Warren County Spelling Bee. Stupid Stroganoff." - Heidi
"We're all racist lesbians." - Sara Ricciardi, about everyone living in Rodgers
"Sour cream is my love language." - Michael Brown
"Dude, you are a hottie. Even the guys think so." - Jay Hawthorne, to Matt Lochtefeld
"That would be me...with a capital 'Y'." - Amy
"I've always been naked, deep down inside." - Erik Marshall
"Okay, let's define 'diarrhea'..."- Beth
"What could be better than roast beef?" - Bobbi "Um, an IV of roast beef?" - Karen (Arby's lover to the core)
"My name is Mike....not Bea Arthur!" - some random guy yelling outside
"Not all boys are dumb. Just the ones that go here." - Janée
"I've got more issues than Time magazine." - Josh Coy, punster extraordinaire
"I think 'gease' is a word. It's a lubricant made from birds." - Ben R, playing Scrabble
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Back to real life
Well, vacation is over and real life is back in full swing. For the first time (which I guess is a blessing), I brought work home that I really must get through before Monday. I'm trying to make it fun...like college again! I'm sitting in my jammies with my coffee at the computer, trying to rev myself up to get work done. Yay, isn't this great?!
Yesterday I came home from work to find that the kitten had peed in the papasan chair. Peed! In the suede chair! I don't know if this is a behavior issue or if I accidentally shut the basement door (she still hasn't quite gotten the hang of using the cat door to access the potty), so I'm trying not to get mad at her about it....but if anyone knows of any tips for cleaning pee out of suede, I'd appreciate them....ugh.
Now for something fun!....I got this from Apes. Comment with your name and I'll respond with...
1. something random about you.
2. what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. my first memory of you.
6. what animal you remind me of.
7. something I've always wondered about you.
I guess technically you're supposed to post this on your blog if I do this for you, but I won't place any stipulations on it. Post it if you like, but don't feel obligated.
Yesterday I came home from work to find that the kitten had peed in the papasan chair. Peed! In the suede chair! I don't know if this is a behavior issue or if I accidentally shut the basement door (she still hasn't quite gotten the hang of using the cat door to access the potty), so I'm trying not to get mad at her about it....but if anyone knows of any tips for cleaning pee out of suede, I'd appreciate them....ugh.
Now for something fun!....I got this from Apes. Comment with your name and I'll respond with...
1. something random about you.
2. what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. my first memory of you.
6. what animal you remind me of.
7. something I've always wondered about you.
I guess technically you're supposed to post this on your blog if I do this for you, but I won't place any stipulations on it. Post it if you like, but don't feel obligated.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Don't hate me...
...because this is where I spent the last five days. *sigh* Do I have to go back to work tomorrow?
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Monday, September 12, 2005
Obie & Mika--friends again
Look at my poor injured kitty cats cuddling :) See how fat Obie can't even fit his whole butt on the back of the couch? And oblivious "Nermal" kitten just snuggles up to him. Aren't they cute?
Sunday, September 11, 2005
The big Texas game...
*sigh* Is there anyone in Columbus who thought it would be a good idea to put Justin Zwick back in the game at the end of the 4th quarter? Anyone besides Jim Tressel, that is? Anyone?
I wonder if Tressel went home last night, or retreated to his secret batcave with security around him? All I know is there were a lot of angry Buckeye fans around last night, and I certainly wouldn't have wanted to be him.
I wonder if Tressel went home last night, or retreated to his secret batcave with security around him? All I know is there were a lot of angry Buckeye fans around last night, and I certainly wouldn't have wanted to be him.
Friday, September 09, 2005
Vet Drama
Crazy kitty cat drama this week. We went up to visit Craig's family over Labor Day weekend, and when we came home Monday we found Obie with a bloody nose. Naturally, our first thought was, "Well, I guess it's time to get Mika declawed..." The vet had warned us that she could hurt him, since he doesn't have claws and can't defend himself against hers. We figured they must have been playing rough and she got him in the face.
Well...long story short, Mika's at the vet overnight tonight after getting declawed. Meanwhile, I'm concerned about Obie's nose and we decide it would be a good idea to have the vet look at it and make sure it's healing okay, not infected, etc. So, the vet looks him over, comes in to talk to us and says he doesn't think Obie was scratched at all, but that his boo boo is a burn--either electrical (from chewing on a cord, which he does every once in awhile) or chemical (from God knows what). He has sores on his tongue, too, which indicate that he probably chewed on something that burned his mouth.
Why is my cat so stupid? I feel so sad for him, but I hate it that I don't know how he did it to himself, and don't know how to keep him from doing it again. Of all the things to take a liking to chewing on...electrical cords. And of course, now we realize that the expense of declawing Mika could have waited, but oh well. My poor kitties. It's all antibiotics and special cat litter for the next couple weeks. Pets can be such high maintenance.
Well...long story short, Mika's at the vet overnight tonight after getting declawed. Meanwhile, I'm concerned about Obie's nose and we decide it would be a good idea to have the vet look at it and make sure it's healing okay, not infected, etc. So, the vet looks him over, comes in to talk to us and says he doesn't think Obie was scratched at all, but that his boo boo is a burn--either electrical (from chewing on a cord, which he does every once in awhile) or chemical (from God knows what). He has sores on his tongue, too, which indicate that he probably chewed on something that burned his mouth.
Why is my cat so stupid? I feel so sad for him, but I hate it that I don't know how he did it to himself, and don't know how to keep him from doing it again. Of all the things to take a liking to chewing on...electrical cords. And of course, now we realize that the expense of declawing Mika could have waited, but oh well. My poor kitties. It's all antibiotics and special cat litter for the next couple weeks. Pets can be such high maintenance.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Tenacious D
I was just thinking that I suppose I will update my blog, since none of you have anything new to read on yours, and it made me think of this Tenacious D skit on their CD...
"But who will lead us in the rebuilding process?" (pronounced "PRO-suss")
"It's got to be someone with the knowhow...and the elbow grease...to lead us to a new land.
No, not me and KG, we don't have the cognitive capacity to lead...
ALRIGHT, we'll do it!"
That's probably only funny to me, but that's okay. I'm used to being the only person who thinks something is funny. That reminds me of Jay Hawthorne. That dude was always laughing at stuff that no one else ever got....usually his own jokes. He'd have to stick his arm out after telling a joke so that people knew to laugh. I miss Jay. That's one unique guy.
Don't be afraid to laugh at your own jokes, even if you're the only one who thinks they're funny. It's okay to be the only person laughing. Sometimes, others will even catch on. (Not always, but sometimes.)
"But who will lead us in the rebuilding process?" (pronounced "PRO-suss")
"It's got to be someone with the knowhow...and the elbow grease...to lead us to a new land.
No, not me and KG, we don't have the cognitive capacity to lead...
ALRIGHT, we'll do it!"
That's probably only funny to me, but that's okay. I'm used to being the only person who thinks something is funny. That reminds me of Jay Hawthorne. That dude was always laughing at stuff that no one else ever got....usually his own jokes. He'd have to stick his arm out after telling a joke so that people knew to laugh. I miss Jay. That's one unique guy.
Don't be afraid to laugh at your own jokes, even if you're the only one who thinks they're funny. It's okay to be the only person laughing. Sometimes, others will even catch on. (Not always, but sometimes.)
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
the "glasses" again
I'm thinking again about the whole perspective issue. I read this the other day, and it just came back to me:
Two women looked through prison bars
One saw mud, the other saw stars.
Which woman will I choose to be? In this moment?
Two women looked through prison bars
One saw mud, the other saw stars.
Which woman will I choose to be? In this moment?
Monday, September 05, 2005
a long weekend...
...stinks when you're sick for most of it! Craig gave me his cold, and it is a nasty one. Blah. Being sick sucks.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Friday, September 02, 2005
Thursday, September 01, 2005
silly photos
I was realizing that I have a lot of goofy closeup photos, mostly taken my my husband (including my profile pic--silly guy), and I thought it might be funny to post them here.
Top left to right:
-Is that Josh?
-Bryan eating a potato at Matt and Laura's wedding
-Baby Logan gets his first closeup
Bottom left to right:
-Chris Gleason smiling at softball
-My Blair Witch Project impression
-Craig showing off his tonsils...or something...
Give the man a camera, and there's no telling what he'll do with it.
Deficit Mentality
(Wow, thanks for the comments, guys. I feel loved :) Josh, you're the king of blogging. I'm not worthy. And Shannon--sexy picture! Ooh la la!)
I'm realizing lately how many of my issues are related to my perspective...the lenses through which I choose to see the world. If I define everything in terms of the negative--seeing things for what they are not, rather than what they are--then when is anything ever good enough? I think Dawn called it "deficit thinking" in my methods class....she warned us against having that kind of thinking toward our students--looking at all the ways they fall short of the standard, what they're not doing, how they don't meet our expectations. Instead, we were told to view them according to what they were--what they did well, what they enjoyed, what motivated them, what was good in them. I default to deficit thinking, and I'm realizing how much that is affecting other parts of my life.
And the thing that's really crazy about thinking that way is that it's totally opposite of the way God thinks of me. God is the opposite of a deficit thinker. He's a....surplus thinker! He looks at us and says, "This is who you are. Not who you think you are, but who I say you are." And when we have Christ, he gives us a brand-new identity and says "This is who you are now, and it is enough." In fact, God does more than call things by what they are. He is "the God who gives life to the dead and calls things that are not as though they were." (Rom. 4:17) He sees me not for who I'm not, and not only for who I am, but for who He knows I someday will be. That's God's perspective. I want to see the world through those lenses.
I'm realizing lately how many of my issues are related to my perspective...the lenses through which I choose to see the world. If I define everything in terms of the negative--seeing things for what they are not, rather than what they are--then when is anything ever good enough? I think Dawn called it "deficit thinking" in my methods class....she warned us against having that kind of thinking toward our students--looking at all the ways they fall short of the standard, what they're not doing, how they don't meet our expectations. Instead, we were told to view them according to what they were--what they did well, what they enjoyed, what motivated them, what was good in them. I default to deficit thinking, and I'm realizing how much that is affecting other parts of my life.
And the thing that's really crazy about thinking that way is that it's totally opposite of the way God thinks of me. God is the opposite of a deficit thinker. He's a....surplus thinker! He looks at us and says, "This is who you are. Not who you think you are, but who I say you are." And when we have Christ, he gives us a brand-new identity and says "This is who you are now, and it is enough." In fact, God does more than call things by what they are. He is "the God who gives life to the dead and calls things that are not as though they were." (Rom. 4:17) He sees me not for who I'm not, and not only for who I am, but for who He knows I someday will be. That's God's perspective. I want to see the world through those lenses.
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