Simple Sunday: Seniors Staying in Lincoln

Thankful for this year’s high school seniors who are staying in Lincoln after they graduate. I don’t know what I’d do if they left.

John and Steve ~6 years old

John and Steve around 6 years old.

Congratulations to Steve (this week), John (two weeks from today), and Joanna (next month). I’m so glad you’re going to stick around–we won’t have to break up the gang quite yet.

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Simple Sunday: A God who Heals

Thankful for friends who pray and a God who heals.

“If you diligently heed the voice of the Lord your God and do what is right in His sight, give ear to His commandments and keep all His statutes, I will put none of the diseases on you which I have brought on the Egyptians. For I am the Lord who heals you.” (Exodus 15:26)

In Christ, I have heeded the voice of God and done what is right in His sight. While in my flesh, I have not kept the commandments of God–in Christ, I have fulfilled all the commandments and statutes of God. And in Christ, I am healed.

Thankful for those willing to stand with me in believing that God can heal and is healing me.

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For this and so much more, O Lord, I give You thanks

Busy, caught up in her own life, rushed about her business. The only time she comes to Him is when she has a problem. He solves her problem and she skips away, busy about the business of doing whatever she was at first–before He touched her.

I have been that girl too many times to count. But yesterday, I was reminded to be thankful through the story of the ten lepers healed by Christ. He healed ten, but only one, only ONE, returned to thank Him. And what a shame, that ONE was a samaritan. How shameful that the nine others, presumably of the chosen people, failed to thank the Chosen One, their long-awaited Messiah.

So, for once, I’m going to not complain about the weather or my back or whatever I might complain about. I’m going to take a while to return thanks.

Thank You, Lord…
…that I never lost my voice
…that my voice is almost back to normal
…that I was able to work consistently throughout this little cold
…for sunshine and wind and a ceiling fan for my room
…for roommates who cook and a friend who comes to quilt
…for dozens of pairs of shoes and opportunity to wear them
…for thirteen flights of stairs and the comfortable joy of feeling my body grow stronger
…for a mind to read charts, an ear to hear my patient’s needs, and a gentle reminder to offer more than just physical food
For these things and so much more, O Lord, I give You thanks.


Simple Sunday: Mazda 3

Mazda 3 console

Thankful for the rental car that I’m driving while waiting for insurance to pay me for my totalled car. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to try doing this community rotation without a vehicle.

(And check out this gal’s “Red Hat Society” console–it makes me smile every time I have to drive in the dark.)

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Simple Sunday: Medical Textbooks

Medical textbooks

Thankful for my sister’s medical textbooks (on the right) that have allowed me to get a good background on a disease before I figure out how to treat it with diet. I don’t know what I’d do without them (see my books on the left?)

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Simple Sunday: Jonah

Jonah

Thankful for Jonah. While I was playing Noah’s ark with him this afternoon, he showed me the toucan and named its many colors–green, blue, yellow, pink, white, and black. I asked him how old he was. “Two and a half,” he said, and then counted his fingers for me. “One, two, three, four, five.” I’m thankful for the opportunity to enjoy this delightful little guy.

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Simple Sunday: Sewing Machine

Sewing Machine

My parents gave me this sewing machine for my high school graduation. They’d been hiding it in their closet for two years since finding it as a steal at a garage sale.

Since then I’ve used it to sew myself not a few articles of clothing, to put together a number of quilts, and to mend or alter too many items to count. My sewing machine has traveled from my parents’ home to a dorm room and back, to one residence after another since then. It’s traveled to church for ladies craft nights and ladies have crowded around it in my own home.

I’m thankful for how my sewing machine has enabled me to live cheaply–and richly.

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Simple Sunday: E-mail

Our family has been going through a rough patch as Grandpa’s been in the hospital and now in the nursing home. It’s been stressful for Grandma especially.

But kids and grandkids and great-grandkids have been up and down back and forth since Grandpa’s seizure. And even for those who haven’t been able to go up, e-mail has kept us connected.

I don’t have a picture–but I think an excerpt from Grandma’s latest e-mail will do.

She writes: “Thanks to all of you for all your gifts, prayers, visits, and just generally for being such great kids. I think Im getting spoiled. And I
like it.”

And I’m so thankful for e-mail and how it’s kept us all together.

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Thankfullest Thursday

Thanksgiving falls on Thursday-home of my “Thankful Thursday” blog post-imagine that!

And this Thanksgiving I have much to be thankful for. But I think I’ll only share one thing.

I’m thankful for the new addition to my parent’s home.

I and my six siblings grew up (and were homeschooled) in an 1100 square foot home with three bedrooms, 1.5 baths, and an unfinished basement. When Anna and I were on the cusp of our teenage years, we partially finished the basement to include a couple more non-compliant bedrooms. Mom and Dad moved to the room that had previously been occupied by the two of us (the 10×12 “Master bedroom”), leaving their old room free as a “school room”.

Mom has been sketching up potential additions for at least 10 years now. But the time has never been right, or there have been delays of one sort or another. But this last year, my parent’s finally got what they’ve been wishing for for years.

Here’s what they got:

  • A guest bedroom
    The room they vacated now serves as a guest bedroom. Finally, after so many years, they can open their homes to family and friends who are visiting. They can offer their guest to room to missionaries on furlough.
  • A space to entertain
    For years, my parents made do with hosting “home groups” in the church fellowship hall and doing family get togethers at everyone’s house but theirs. No longer. They now have a space where they can invite the whole clan to join them (indoors).
  • A new couch
    In twenty-five years of marriage, my parents have never owned a new couch. They have lived on hand-me-downs from family and friends, biding their time until they could own some new furniture. Now they have four new couches–ones that they picked out. Mom could decorate the new house however she chose–instead of having to work around the gold or rust colored monstrosity someone gave them (that they were very thankful for, despite its unfortunate color, by the way).
  • Space of their own
    As a young child, I remember when my mom would lock herself into the bathroom to have a few almost quiet moments to herself. I remember being loaded into one of our parade of station wagons to “go for a drive” in the evening so Mom could get out of the house. I remember Mom leaving 10 year old Anna in charge for 15 minutes so she could go on a walk to have a few moments to think. Mom’s “personal space” was also the school room, and Mom and Dad’s bedroom doubled as Dad’s office. Now they both have offices of their own, and a master bedroom that they can really retreat to.
  • Allergy relief
    Most of my family suffers from seasonal and/or perennial allergies, making wall-to-wall carpeting a nightmare. Despite tearing out all the carpeting we could (with hardwood floors in a couple of upstairs bedrooms, linoleum in the kitchen and dining room, and cement in the basement), we still had little relief. The living room had only subflooring beneath the carpet–subflooring and mounds of accumulated dust. Now the guest bedroom is the only carpeted room in the house, and allergy sufferers can breathe a little clearer.

My parents never complained that they sacrificed personal space, the opportunity to entertain, the privelege of decorating according to their own taste. They were raising children–and they considered that a high and holy calling. They invested their time, their money, their home, and their lives into us kids. Mom didn’t have time to make quilts when we were growing up–she was too busy clothing us. She didn’t have time to disciple women–she was too busy teaching us. Dad didn’t have money to buy a fancy projection system–he was too busy paying for our living expenses. He didn’t have time to do landscaping–he was too busy with the vegetable garden and fruit trees, feeding us.

I’m so very thankful for my parents, for all they’ve done for us. And I’m so thankful that after all those years of sacrificing for us, they’ve gotten their fancy house.