Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Let Go of the Fret

Never watch the news before breakfast.

It ruins your appetite and will give you a knot in your stomach the size of a cantaloupe.  For me, it gets me fretting and worrying about where this world is headed, what kind of future my kids will have 20 years from now and how much longer can we survive as a country as we know it.  

And that's just a start.

So before I've even had my cup of tea and my brown sugar cinnamon oatmeal, my day is in turmoil and I am feeling a great amount of distress.  Thankfully, today l made time for my 'daily bread' and it soothed my sour stomach like nothing else could.  Here is what it served today:

Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him; do not fret when men succeed in their ways, when they carry out wicked schemes. (Psalm 37:7)

Feeling a little better but there was more:

Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging...Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall; he lifts his voice, the earth melts. The Lord Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress....Be still, and know that I am God.  (Psalm 46 2-3, 6-7,10)

I can hear Him this morning "Be still...do not fret...do not fear...the Lord Almighty is with you...be still."  His words, soothing me, comforting me, calming me...

A couple of years ago a friend shared a word study she had done on Psalm 46:10.  She said that in the original language the words 'be still' meant 'let go'.  I'll say that again:  the words 'be still' mean 'LET GO'.  As in let go of the fear, let go of the worries, let go of the doubts, just let go....

How many things do I hang on to and think about over and over until I am all worked up?  How many times have I laid in bed at night stressing out about some issue that in the end, really wasn't that important after all? How many times have I obsessed about a circumstance until it took over my day, my attitude...my hope?

I needed to be reminded this morning that I am not in control. 
And my fretting and worrying will not change one thing.  
(Except to give me a sour stomach and a bad attitude.  What a great way to start the day, huh?)

I needed to be reminded that though "the mountains may fall, the waters roar and foam and the nations are in an uproar," I can (and should)

Be. Still.
Let. It. Go.
And know that He is in control. 

Ahhh...So. Much. Better.  

(Anyone up for some breakfast?)


What things do you need to let go of today?

Saturday, September 18, 2010

I had something totally different planned for my Weekly Wonder but then I came across something that totally got my attention.  I mean, I literally stopped what I was doing and said outloud, "Wow."

It all started when I purchased these canning jars at my local Walmart.


Oh, you're impressed.  I can tell.

Serously.  Hang in there. It gets better...I promise.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

My Little Treasures

I went to a craft show with some friends a couple of months ago.  I wasn't convinced I would find anything I had to bring home with me but I was definitely excited to just get out with 'the girls'.

So off we went. 
There was SO much to look at but nothing really impressed me until I came across some rocks.

Yes, I was impressed by rocks.  
In fact, I fell in LOVE with these rocks.  

They were everything I had ever dreamed of and everything I could ever want.  
They captured my heart the moment I laid eyes on them and would not let go.

They expressed a part of me that I just cannot hide. 
In fact, I think they represent the BEST parts of me in every way.

I. Had. To. Have. Them.

So what is so special about some ordinary old rocks?

Let me show you.

See?  I told you.  Aren't they beautiful?

Simply. Precious.

And everything that really, really matters...

For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.  (Matthew 6:21)


Your turn: What little things in your daily life remind you of your true treasures?

Friday, September 10, 2010

My Weekly Wonder: Military Corners and Yes, Maam's

If you haven't subscribe to my new and improved blog, Randerings, please do so soon.
I will discontinue posting to RTofaSTG at the end of September.  Thanks!


Today my 'Weekly Wonder' is this:

What is so 'wonder-ful' about a bed, you ask?

Please look again.  Closer...closer... 
Please note the bed is made.  Neatly.  The quilt, hand made with love, is straight and even.

This bed was made by my son.  Without being told.  Before lunch.

Are you in as much awe and wonder as I am?

Saturday, September 4, 2010

New Day, New Blog Address

Well, I did it.  I went and changed my blog address.

For you that have been following me, can you do me a favor?  (Its not too tough, I promise.)
  1. Would you go to my NEW blog, Randerings, and subscribe to email updates.
  2. Once you have done that, please email me or leave a comment on my last Randerings post and let me know that you have subscribed.
  3. Finally, check out the 'About Me' section on the new blog.  Yes, my blog actually has two pages now. (Are you impressed?)  Just click on the 'About Me' tab on the top left of the page. (This would be a good place to leave your subscription comment, too.)
Thanks for taking time to read what I write.  I really means a lot!  And if you read something you like, please leave a comment on my blog.  Positive feedback is always good!   I would also love it if you would share my blog, too, with any one you think may be interested.

Thanks, again - have a great weekend!


Friday, September 3, 2010

My Weekly Wonder: Bubblin' Bubblin Pies

I baked two beautiful rhubarb pies today.  Now, the fact that I baked two pies is not my 'Weekly Wonder'.  
In fact, I am a pretty good baker which is the better end of the meal to be good at anyhow.  
I mean if your main dish is 'bleh' you can always make up for with a good dessert, right?

Anywhoo, on top of two rhubarb pies, 

I also baked some Peanut Butter Truffle Brownies and a Peaches n Cream Cheesecake this week.


Mhmmm, yummy.  Taking them over to a friends house tonight for a fish fry.  
Well, except for the Peaches n Cream Cheesecake.  
What you are seeing there is the last piece and I ate that this afternoon before the kids came home from school.  
(Yeah, sneaky, I know.)

What made me sit back in wonder was what happened after I took my pies out of the oven and set them out to cool. 
They just kept bubbling away - popping and sizzling. 
The combination of the sights and sounds made me giggle like a little kid. 

It looked and sounded something like this:

(Watch on full screen for best enjoyment factor.)

Isn't that just the coolest?!?  Lo-ve it!  It's like Rhubarb Lava Pie.  (tee-hee)

Have a great Labor Day weekend!  

Hope YOU find something to wonder at.

Don't Buy Stuff

I am borrowing this post from Laura over at Heavenly Homemakers.  It is short, to the point and made me giggle.

Don’t Buy Stuff

By Laura · Sep,02 2010

That’s it.  My title is my post.  Don’t buy stuff…that’s all I have to say.

When asked what my favorite frugal tip is…Don’t Buy Stuff is the best thing I can come up with.

When you buy stuff, you have to pay for it with money.  And then you have to find a place to put it once you bring it home.  And it won’t stay where you put it because someone will get it out and not put it away.  And then it will get lost.  Or broken.  Or forgotten.

Buy food.  You need to eat.

Splurge on toilet paper.  It’s very useful.

Invest in soap…using soap is good.

But don’t buy stuff.

You’ll save a lot of money.

And…if you didn’t really need it in the first place, you won’t even miss it.  ;)


Well said, Laura!  As I am purging 'stuff' from my basement and closets today - it was just the motivation I needed!

Thursday, September 2, 2010

My Monk Moment and I Think My Therapist Is Out To Kill Me

A couple of weeks ago I finally took the plunge and made an appointment to get some therapy for my lower back which has been aggravating me 'something awful' for quite some time now.  Things have been going really well. I'm learning different stretches/exercises to 'loosen that which is bound' and 'strenghthen that which is weak'. 
(Sounds like the beginning of a sermon but no worries...) 

I really liked my therapist, too.  Until today, when he tried to kill me.

Oh-ho, you laugh do you? 

I. Am. Serious. 

That man who I thought was so kind and helpful has a sadistic streak I never saw coming.

It all started with a new exercise called the 'plank'.  The idea is to lean over a counter and use your stomach muscles to support your lower back. Here is my therapist's very artistic sketch of the 'plank'.

I had been doing this for a few days at home with good success.  And then today, Tony (oh, yes, he does have a name) casually informed me that I was going to 'switch it up a bit'. 

(Warning:  When anyone casually says you are going to 'switch it up a bit' - run for your life.)

And that was when he introduced me to the 'ball' and explained to me how I was going to do the 'plank' on this wiggly, rubbery, slippery ball for 30 seconds.  

Uh...ok.  Sure, Tony. 

But before Tony could do me in, there was a problem.
I approached the ball and attempted to get into 'proper position'.  
I put my arms out and tilted to the left.  I tiltled to the right.
I could not do it.
I hesitated.  I cleared my throat.  I blushed. I croaked...

"Uh, Tony...the ball is...uh,...crooked."

Tony looked at me like I'd. Lost. My. Mind.

I couldn't believe it.  I was having a 'Monk moment'.  In public.  In front of my therapist!


OK - pause the story. WHAT is a 'Monk moment', you ask?  A little explanation. 

"Monk" is a character on a show called...well, "Monk".  Here's a description:

"Adrian Monk is a brilliant detective for the San Francisco Police Department despite retaining limitations rooted in his obsessive–compulsive disorder (OCD). Monk's compulsive habits are numerous, and a number of phobias compound his situation, such as his fear of germs and cups. Monk has 312 fears, some of which are milk, ladybugs, harmonicas, heights, imperfection and risk. The OCD and plethora of phobias inevitably lead to very awkward situations and cause problems for Monk and anyone around him, as he investigates cases. These same personal struggles, particularly the OCD, are what aid him in solving cases such as his sharp memory, specific mindset and attention to detail."

OK.  Got it?  Good.  Back to the story. 


Now where was I...

Oh, yeah, Tony thought I had lost my mind. 

You see, the stripes on the ball were crooked.  How could I lean straight on a ball with crooked lines.
I just could not do it!

Here is what I mean.

The ball with crooked lines.

The ball with straight lines.

This was So. Much. Better.  

Tony held the ball straight.  "You can do this!" he encouraged me.

I lined myself up with the straight lines on the ball, lifted knees up off the ground and promptly flipped over onto the floor. Tony tried not to smile.  I tried not to say mean things.

"No problem," Tony says, "let's try it again!"

I lined myself up...again.  Elbows straight.  Head down.  Stomach muscles tight.

1...2...3...holding...holding...holding but shaking like a fall leaf in a 40 mile an hour wind.  My stomach muscles are cramping, I am sweating like an obese plumber and my head is about to explode.  I can no longer breathe and my heart is ready to force its way out of my heaving chest.

5 seconds...7 seconds...15 seconds!  Tony says that blessed word "Stop."

He lets go of the ball and I flop over onto the floor like a water soaked rag doll. 
Tony says, "Take a break and then you'll do it again."

I struggled to my knees and yelled (yes, I yelled), "Se-ri-ous-ly?!?" and gave him a look of death that only my husband could appreciate.  He then wisely decided that maybe "'we could move on to something else."

I heard a therapist in an adjoining room laughing.  Thinking she was laughing at me, I turned to share 'the look' with her.  She giggled some more and said, "I love it when the clients tell off the therapists."  My glare melted and I laughed all the way from the bottom of my cramping belly.

And that is how my therapists almost killed me.

Now about the 'Monk moment'.  I confess it's not my only Monk 'issue'.  Here are some of my other ones: 

  • I hate crooked pictures or towels.
  • My food Must. Not. Touch.
  • I turn my plate as I eat and eat clock wise - ONE food at a time.  Usually my veggies first.
(My cousins found this highly entertaining growing up.  I'd often hear, "Hey, let's watch Dawn eat!" at the dinner table.)
  • The toilet paper must go OVER.  This is not up for discussion, so don't even start.
  • Just like Monk,  I always try to have an even number of something.  Why have 9 of something, when you can have 10?
  • I ALWAYS have to wash jeans last when I do laundry.  It is the rule.  Don't ask me to explain.  Don't blame me if you screw up my system and have to suffer the consequences.  Including possibly watching me wash the jeans again...last.  Like they are supposed to be.

Ok..that's enough for now.

Am I concerned about this?  No.  Because I know we all have our 'Monk moments'.  
It's what make us unique and keeps us humble.  
And it gives us something to laugh about.  
And our family something to harass us about. 
It's all good.  Honest. :)  Anywhoo...

Now its your turn.  I would lo-ove to hear what some of your Monk moments or issues are!


One last funny 'Monk Moment':  Isaac got his locker assignment the other day at the middle school.  He was so excited when he found out his locker number was...100!  Ta-da!  Monk would've been so proud :)

PS - thanks Mom, for getting us addicted to this show. We are just finishing up the last and final season on Netflix.