facebook fragments: 5/31/14 – 6/13/14 (fitness milestones, falling curls, FavoriteSon’s birthday & Magic Kingdom)
Saturday, May 31, 2014
I must admit, I was secretly hoping my personal trainer would forget our appointment today, but now that it’s over, I feel MUCH better having made it through. Today’s milestones include two one minute wall squats, the first while doing 23 bicep curls with 10lb dumbbells and the second while doing 22 hammer curls holding 12 lb dumbbells and three sets of 12 push-ups with two 2 minute forearm plank sandwiched in between the push-ups. Did the first 6 push ups wearing a 12 lb weight vest. (what a difference THAT made!) It had been a week and a day since I worked out last, with two 12-14 hour Magic Kingdom days, a four day road trip to Atlanta, and the first day of “tech week” for Pinkgirl’s show opening tomorrow night, so those 8 days weren’t exactly sedentary. Even so, it felt like my body forgot how to work out. So glad I didn’t wimp out today. Wanna feel good about having worked out? Try one of these for however long you can…5 seconds, 10 seconds, 15 seconds… and let me know how you did so I can give you a virtual high five! #GoodStewardofthisBody #fightthefrump
After 6 months away, I’ll be back in the recording studio Friday night. Recording my interpretation of “Keep Making Me” by Sidewalk Prophets. Thinking about recording it in the original “guy” key. Feels too pretty singing it like a girl.
Showed this to PinkGirl tonight.
Me: “You know what the conversation is about?”
PinkGirl, shaking head no.
Me: “premarital sex.”
PinkGirl: “To tell them not to have it?”
Me: “nope. To talk about what the kid should do if they are having sex or are thinking about having sex.”
(silence and disgusted upper lip sneer face from PinkGirl)
Me: “What would you say to them if they wanted to talk to you about that?”
PinkGirl, getting as riled up about it as I expected: “I’m. THIRT. TEEN!”
(rant continued and concluded with an impassioned, old fashioned Southern Baptist revival preaching voice): “You need JAESUS!”
Friday, June 6, 2014, 9:09pm
I’m done asking God why I scheduled this. Now I’m asking Him “What now?” #recording
Saturday, June 7, 2014, 9:09pm
I usually drink half caf, half decaf coffee. We’re out of decaf. I’m completely good with that right now. The last 10 days have been PACKED. #runningonautopilot
Sunday, June 8, 2014, 1:24pm
Today’s 2pm matinee of PinkGirl’s latest show is your last chance to see these curls for a looooong time. After a week of rolling her hair EVERY night, I need a break! We’ve gotten home between 10:30pm and midnight every night and they take at least an hour to roll AFTER washing and drying her hair first. Then, the rollers need to stay in overnight, sometimes all day to get them to “stick.” If we want them to stay for more than 15 minutes after we take them out, she canNOT got outside in this humidity. We can’t even take them out at home and drive to the theater before they fall. She has to travel to the theater and then take them out after we get there. You know what I have to type now: #ilovemydaughter.
Monday, June 9, 2014, 1:24pm
216,000+ miles on my Honda van. It’s in the shop. Check engine light. Praying it’s cheap and easy. #ihatecarpayments
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
216,000 miles & counting. We fixed the van. Quote was $839.00, ready tomorrow. It’s ready now & only cost $564. Someone once told me (24 years ago) that if you spend $1200 or less per year on a vehicle, you’re doing good. #ihatecarpayments
3rd vacuum cleaner belt snapped in the last two months. What’s the deal with that? #arg
Prayer Warrior Friends, My MIL is back in the hospital after spending all night in the ER. (She got out of the hospital Sunday afternoon a week ago after she had surgery to insert a feeding tube.) From SIL: “She tried a little beef broth – big mistake. Dehydrated and with nausea that no medicine will touch. Better this morning but we’ll be here a day or two.”
Happy 19th Birthday to my FavoriteSon! I’m so proud to be your mom! So thankful that you are a man of God! So impressed with how well you’re doing in school and absolutely LOVE that your work as a tutor provides you with so many opportunities to reach into the lives of others and make such a positive long term impact. We are REALLY glad you decided to stay home to go to school for a while because we LOVE spending time with you. What will we do when you and your heart and your wit and your grin move away to finish college? :(
Thursday, June 12, 2014
1 hour, 49 minutes into the Anna & Elsa line. Thank God for Kindle. And that this line is covered. #ilovemydaughter #peacelovedisney
Friday, June 13, 2014
Thought while people watching at Magic Kingdom: What a difference if people would afford the same courtesy to the people they love as they afford to strangers. #seepeople #edify #peacelovedisney
PinkGirl’s Friend, to Gaston: “Your life just got better now that I’m here.” #testosteronepoisoning
So glad we waited until afternoon to come to Magic Kingdom. Buzz Lightyear-20 minutes, Haunted Mansion -25, Big Thunder – 20, Pirates – 15. Meet-n-Greets: Tink – 0 minutes, Merida- 25, Gaston -30. So far. #peacelovedisney
Been reading “Letters from a Skeptic” on Kindle while PinkGirl and her friend are riding rides at Magic Kingdom. Letters between a Christian and his atheist dad about faith in God. Just got to correspondence # 10, entitled “Why didn’t God spare your mother?” #hardquestions
Less than an hour stand by wait for the new Dwarfs Mine Train roller coaster at Magic Kingdom. The ride was smoooooth, but fast? Not so much. Anybody know the top speed? #peacelovedisney
Love it when the actual ride is longer than the wait time! #teacups, #tomorrowlandspeedway #peacelovedisney
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Monday, May 26, 2014
“I woke up in America for the love of God.
I woke up in America for something bigger than myself.
More than fireworks and fanfare.
More than a star-spangled banner.
You’re still beautiful America”
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Before I recklessly wonder out loud to my trainer about a possible variation of some strength training exercise, I really should have a serious conversation with myself that begins with, “Julie, WHAT the H, E, double hockey sticks are you THINKING?” My entire body hurts. Meanwhile, I now know can do this for an entire minute. twice. #GoodStewardofthisBody #fightthefrump
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Back at Magic Kingdom again today, but most of the photos I posted also show PinkGirl’s friends, so here’s one of her with Anna and Elsa. The sister squeeze:
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(Looking back, these facebook posts just don’t seem like the should have been in the same week.)
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Prayer warrior friends, please pray for my mother-in-law. She’s been suffering from severe gastroparesis (inability to digest food) for weeks. Every treatment so far has failed. She’s lost over 15 lbs. This evening she’s sitting in an ER waiting on a bed. (since about 5pm) The two remaining treatment options are either an implanted gastric neurostimulators (“stomach pacemaker”) or a feeding tube. Please pray.
My mother-in-law got a bed in the ER 45 minutes ago. Thank you prayer warriors, please don’t stop! She knows you’ve been praying and it’s a comfort.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
If you were one of the prayer warriors praying for my mother-in-law last night, she was admitted and finally got into a bed around midnight after spending HOURS miserable, sitting in the ER waiting room and then more time in the ER. They’re waiting on doctors right now. They have to decide between an implanted gastric neurostimulators (“stomach pacemaker”) or a feeding tube. Please continue to pray for her comfort and relief from the nausea, for wise decisions and successful treatment – and anything else God places on your heart and mind. Thank you so much.
and a comment…
if they do a feeding tube it will bypass the stomach. She was on liquids but I know that when the nausea was bad, she was refusing even water. They’ve tried multiple treatments so far, nothing has worked.
Thinking about praise and worship music this morning. In my personal experience and observation, more people seek God when they are hurting than when they are happy. We should sing praise and we should sing worship, but we can’t forget lament. It draws people to Christ. Lament is not depressing, it reminds us we are not alone.
Sitting in the school parking lot waiting on PinkGirl. She was supposed to get out at 11:30am but decided to stay after school 1.5 hours to attend the optional math lab to prep for her exam tomorrow. Still in there. So thankful for dedicated teachers! #ilovemydaughter
Overheard at Target: “Do not hit or I will spank your bottom!” #mixedsignals
Prayer Warrior Friends, my mother-in-law is not a good candidate for a gastric neurostimulator. They are starting a temporary nasal feeding tube (hoping she can tolerate it), and scheduling surgery for a permanent feeding tube. She’s very, very upset. They’ll be seeing a specialist about the neurostimulator, but again, have already been told she’s not a good candidate. Thank you so much for your prayers, they’ve been an encouragement and comfort to her.
Quizzing PinkGirl for her English exam tomorrow.
Me: “Two kinds of clauses. What are they?”
PinkGirl: “Independent and dependent.”
Me: “Yep. An independent clause is also called?”
PinkGirl: “main clause.”
Me: “and a dependent clause is also called?”
PinkGirl: “….the…’not main’ clause?”
We’ll come back to that.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Peter Pan and Ariel “Rockin their Disney Side” at the 24 hour summer kickoff event at Magic Kingdom. #peacelovedisney
Not crowded at all! We got here after dinner and they had opened the closest parking lot back up because so many people left. Van is 5 minute walk from Ticket and Transportation Center. We’ll be loving that when it’s time to leave!
Sign for Pirates of Caribbean said 20 Minute wait. Actual wait was 8 minutes.
Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. Posted wait time 30 minutes. From the time they got in line until the moment they walked down the exit ramp, 25 minutes. #peacelovedisney
Magic Kingdom used to be so much bigger when I was a kid. #peacelovedisney
My fitbit zip pedometer reading:
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facebook fragments: 5/10/14 – 5/16/14 (friends who avoid conflict & evil teachers who assign food projects)
Sunday, May 11, 2014
I was tagged in a facebook post my my daughter:
“So, I’m watching The Little Mermaid and I caught my mommy quoting some of it. #succes #ilovemymother
Happy Mother’s Day Mommy!”
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
If you have a conflict with someone, consider attempting to resolve it, even if it means facing something you regret or are embarrassed about…unless that relationship is one that you actually don’t want in your life anymore. Avoiding conflict, and ultimately the other person, is a surefire way to allow the relationship to fade from your life.
On the flipside, if a relationship is important to you but the other person is avoiding you to avoid working through the conflict, you may have to respect their decision to transition the relationship from friend to acquaintance…or to “someone that I used to know” status.
Deep friendships don’t come often. Or easy. But when you find a friend who walks and works through hard things with you, they’re worth the trouble.
(although my husband hates that I refer to myself as “not your fun friend.” He says it makes me sound like I never like to have fun, which is not true. Seriously. It’s not true. :) )
One hour strength training done. Milestones include two 1 minute wall squats, and 10 bosu push-ups on my toes. (But I say the push-ups don’t count because I didn’t go all the way to the floor – my form was pitiful. I’d rather do one correctly than 10 half-way) But the biggest milestone is that, at the end of the workout, I tried something I haven’t tried in over a year. I was able to stand up from a chair using only one leg (and no arms). Absolutely FLOORED that I still could do it. It took me WEEKS to get there when I tried for the first time years ago. #fightthefrump #GoodStewardofthisBody
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. 2 Corinthians 3:17 (ESV)
I was told on Monday that “World Food Day” was Friday and that PinkGirl had drawn India as her country. It is now Wednesday and we still have no plan. #readyforsummer #iamnota7thgrader
In case you missed it, that was a plea for help…
- Which I got. Here’s my response to one of the suggestions:
“Thanks so much for the ideas! Thankfully, it’s not a sit down meal. And individually stuffed pastries sound waaaaay too labor intensive for us – especially when all I really want to do is throw them at the geography teacher’s head for faking World Food Day during “Mayhem” when it’s really on October 16th. Somebody else suggested Chai tea, which sounded great until I found out the recipe had to be submitted with the food.”
I ended up making this:
and posting this:
10:10pm. The 7th grade geography food project for tomorrow is in the oven. I wonder if the geography teacher feels my evil eye right now. PinkGirl made it all by herself. After dress rehearsal for her show tomorrow. And after she finished her other homework. On the bright side, while she was making it, she said “This is SO easy!” And I now know what “garam masala” is. #ilovemydaughter
Thursday, May 15, 2014
I don’t go to the library much anymore, but when I did, I didn’t borrow books, I rented them. #latefees
Friday, May 16, 2014
That nagging feeling that I am forgetting something…
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I had a horrible, horrible dream a few weeks ago.
In this dream, my daughter was being stalked. And NOTHING we did could stop the stalker.
If you’ve read my blog before or follow me on facebook, you already know my daughter LOVES people. Genuinely, empathetically, compassionately, passionately loves people. She gets a high from encouraging people that I think actually fuels her. When someone hurts, she hurts. And she prays. She prays for people she loves, she prays for people who are mean to her and she prays for people she doesn’t even know.
She prays because she’s already figured out that most of the time, while she can make things better by loving people, she can’t fix some things. Some things are too big, but she knows God can do ANYthing.
And that’s how the horrible dream started. She befriended someone in pain. And he latched onto her. It wasn’t long before he began telling her she was an inspiration to him. “You are my inspiration” soon led to “You are the only one who understands me.” He gave her gifts. She caught him staring at her often. He began saying things that made her worry that he might hurt himself and she began to feel responsible for his emotional state.
In real life, she shares everything with me, so of course, in my dream, she told me all this. In my dream, I coached her to still be herself and not to hold back from being kind to him, but to never be alone with him, to always be in a group and to always make sure she didn’t treat him differently than she treated anyone else.
Then everything changed. Instantly.
(remember, this is a dream)
In the dream the chronology was all over the place. Her age ranged from 13 to 18, but one thing was a constant. We were desperate. We tried everything we could think of. We started by changing her schedule so she didn’t have classes with him. We took her to a therapist to help her cope and to help her understand how he was trying to manipulate her. We resorted to changing schools, which broke her heart because she had to leave all her friends. We sent her to relatives. She and I moved. The entire family moved. Across town and out of state. Her dream of working as a Disney princess was impossible because he would stalk her at work. He broke into our house. He vandalized our house. Sabotaged her car. Followed her. Restraining orders did nothing. If he was arrested, he started up again as soon as he was released.
NOTHING we did made any difference at all.
And then (don’t forget – this is a dream)
I remembered. God can do anything. We had spent years trying to handle the situation on our own and nothing had worked. So I gave it all up to God. I prayed like a widow (persistently, like in Luke 18:8).
And suddenly, PinkGirl was 13 again. It was like I rewound the dream. None of the horrible, unpreventable things had happened yet.
And in my prayers, God reminded me of an article I read a while back written by an elementary school teacher. I don’t remember the specifics, but she was heartbroken about a school shooting or maybe the Boston Marathon bombing, I don’t remember. She wondered about the childhood of these people who kill. She was burdened. And in working through that burden, she recognized her influence. The power she had to impact young lives and maybe, hopefully, change the trajectory of those lives. She wrote about her teaching philosophy. In her classroom, every single day she was identifying the subtle way some kids were being excluded and isolated and she was not only lovingly, creatively and intentionally putting stop to it, but molding the character of the other students as she taught them to see people. Really SEE people. Compassionately. And in the process, that isolated kid, the one who felt invisible and unloved and unaccepted began to change his opinion of himself and of the people in his life.
So (remember, this is a dream) I went to the administrators of PinkGirl’s (private, Christian) school and told them what was happening with this boy and PinkGirl. I told them about the article. We made a plan. Every. single. middle school teacher began to intentionally speak into this boy’s life. To SEE him. To validate him, encourage him, mentor him. To constantly reinforce that God loves him unconditionally. That Christ loved him so much He died for him. To teach him that even though the people in his life might fail him, God never will. Everyone involved began praying that he would find and accept Christ and that these teachers who interacted with him 7 hours a day, 5 days a week would have a chance to disciple him before he moved on to high school.
As the teachers began to draw him into group activities and the other kids began to really see him too…
I woke up. (At the crack of dawn, way before I needed to, I might add.)
And I remembered these two facebook posts I wrote about my daughter back in February:
I LOVE my daughter’s school and the middle school teachers. She just called me in uncontrollable happy tears to tell me how much she loves me because she just came out of a class where her classmates (PinkGirl included) just “poured their hearts out about everything they were all going through and how we’re all so thankful and blessed that we have Christ in our lives to help us and…” Her next class was Bible and she asked to go to the office to call me and ask me to come up to school so she could hug me. I’m outta here. #ilovemydaughter
Just got back from going to PinkGirl’s school to give her a requested mid-day bear hug. One of the kids involved in that heart-wrenching discussion was sharing really, really hard things and everyone was telling him it would be okay. PinkGirl said: “I can’t promise you everything will be okay. At least not the way we see our life. But it will be okay the way God sees it. I think God is using the things in our lives to mold us into the people we’re going to be. It’s like a blacksmith. Sometimes, a blacksmith has to heat stuff up and hit it really hard with a hammer to mold it into something beautiful. The blacksmith knows what he’s making.”
#ilovemydaughter #seepeople #reachout
And I remembered how my daughter had told me that this boy had later told her she was an inspiration to him. And how he had given her a few small presents. She told me it made her uncomfortable. And I remember how I had coached her to continue being his friend, but to always stay with a group when she was around him. I had explained that she wasn’t equipped to help him, so she shouldn’t give him any advice, but she could be his friend and pray for him.
There was no going back to sleep.
So I went downstairs to curl up on my loveseat with a cup of coffee and my prayer journal.
And I wrote this:
“Lord I HATED that dream. Please help me use whatever I learned from it. I pray Lord, that if we are ever in that situation, that’s exactly how we would respond.”
“I pray for PinkGirl’s friend from school. Can’t remember his name Lord, but you know who he is. Please draw him close to you and let him know You love him.”
Driving PinkGirl to rehearsal later that morning, I asked her about the boy from school, and she reminded me that for some reason, he wouldn’t be returning to her school next year.
So. That’s that, right?
Except that when I went to pick her up, I found out that the boy had come to her theater company asking about auditions.
If you know me, you know I don’t believe in coincidences.
I had a flash of fear. The dream wasn’t even 12 hours old.
But then I realized. This theater PinkGirl goes to? SEEING kids is what they DO. It’s saturated in their culture. They don’t just help kids develop their talent, they also focus on helping kids develop strong character and confidence. They mentor kids from teeny to teenager. When a kid first comes to them, they start with the assumption that each one wants to please and to be validated. They search for aptitude and potential and try to help kids grow into their strengths and to gain confidence and become self-motivated by providing age and skill appropriate challenges and holding them accountable. Any sign of kids excluding kids isn’t allowed. The more outgoing kids are mentored and taught to be intentionally inclusive and specifically encouraging to the shy and quiet kids. Constructive criticism isn’t shied away from, but shaming criticism and demoralizing sarcasm isn’t tolerated for a fraction of a second. Like the teacher who wrote the article, these kids, if they stay with this company, begin to recognize the power of their words and actions and their ability to influence others through encouragement and inclusion.
This boy is a beginner, so if he does come to PinkGirl’s theater, it’s likely he won’t be in the same productions, at least for a while. But I’m confident that if this boy comes to this theater company, he will be seen. He will be included. By the time he interacts with PinkGirl in that environment, she will not be the only person who inspires him.
Or prays for him.
No matter who you are, there are people in your circle of influence. People you are in a continuing relationship with and people you will interact with today and may never see again. Start with prayer. Ask God to show you who those people are. Ask God to equip you. Because God can do anything.
You can spend years trying to handle a situation on your own or you can give it all up to God. And pray like a widow that He would bless you with wisdom and discernment and patience and stamina and…pray like a widow that He will guide you. Pray that you would have the courage and motivation to be obedient.
If you profess Christianity, please be careful in your discussions about controversial issues today. Please don’t be arrogant. You’re never going to change someone’s mind when you’re words are laced with arrogance or contempt.
What’s your goal?
You don’t have to try and get someone to agree with your point, but you can introduce doubt in their thinking by respectfully questioning the things they say that you don’t agree with.
If your goal is just to be right, you’re missing an opportunity. People are watching and listening.
When we profess faith in Christ, we are called to submit our minds to Him so that they would be transformed. Our words should be seasoned with salt.
Please pray before you speak and ask the Holy Spirit to speak through you instead.
If you publish something on the internet about your belief or conviction or opinion or whatever word you want to use, please take a time-out between the moment when you think you’re finished typing and the moment you hit publish or post. I can’t tell you how many words haven’t made the cut when I take that time out. I’ve written thousands of words that never saw the light of the internet because the Holy Spirit showed me they weren’t edifying.
I’ve been saying that for years. To my kids, to students and to myself, whenever the situation calls for it. It’s one of my idioms.
Not ignorant in an uninformed or misguided way. There was no attempt to inform or guide. The writer declared “palpable and inescapable love” for God and their neighbor, but as I read, I found myself thinking of the word contempt, not love.
The examples were taken to an extreme, seemingly in an effort to evidence the stupidity and expressions of hate by anyone who believes differently.
For the purposes of this post, the issue itself is irrelevant. I personally didn’t identify with either side of the specific issue being written about. The idea that no other (more complicated) possibilities of thought or action exist is implausible.
Issues under debate are not simple. If they were simple, there wouldn’t be so much debate.
Thinking about praise and worship music this morning.
In my personal experience and observation, more people seek God when they are hurting than when they are happy.
We should sing praise
and we should sing worship,
but we can’t forget lament.
It draws people to Christ.
Lament is not depressing, it reminds us we are not alone.
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Came downstairs to see PinkGirl working on a poster board sized map for a geography project due Monday. Disney’s Beauty and the Beast playing DVD.
Me: “Why are you watching that?”
PinkGirl: “I needed something to watch and not pay complete attention to.”
I was recently part of a discussion about a church supported service project. A number of different ideas were on the table, none of them mine. The project itself wasn’t my priority. They were all good ideas. All needed. All would “do good.”
My concern, what I had been thinking and praying about for over a week prior to this meeting was that whatever service project we decided upon, it would track back to Jesus Christ.
Over the years, I’ve observed and/or been a part of a number of church supported service projects, at a number of churches – very, very few of which led to an open door to share the gospel.
All were good. All were needed. All did “good things.”
But serving those in need without tracking back to Christ is just philanthropy, not Christian mission.
I feel a metaphor coming on.