Home

It’s Random Time!

6 Comments

Today I want to take a leaf from Derek Mansker’s Lego Jar posts.   It’s random time!  My 4 and 2 yo grandchildren were here for a week recently.    The older one (boy) had the green-eyed monster taking over all week.  You see, he has a fractured clavicle, and had to sleep in another bed and not with Grandma and Marilyn.  He was so not happy.  So all week if she hugged, he hugged; if she wanted something, he wanted it.  What a week it was!!!  We all survived though.

 

Today was go home day.  Grandson has decided his family needs to move here and become my neighbors.  Then he could come and see me every day like he does my dad right now.  At lunch, he spent about 15 minutes making a very detailed map.  As we headed toward the meeting place to give them back to the parents, he was peering closely at his map.  I went a different way to the interstate, and he said, “Grandma, you’re going the wrong way.  You have to go that way (pointing).  I explained the different route.  He kept looking at the map all the way and pointing out when we reached certain places.  He’d say something like, “Yup, that’s it.  You gotta go this way to get to my house, Grandma.”  If you can make anything out of this map, let me know.  It looks like a mess to me, but he was very serious about following it.  I hope he’ll be that serious about following God’s map for his life!

 

Marilyn (2) didn’t want to go home today.  She kept taking my face and saying, “You MY gramma!” before kissing me.  So sweet!  Wouldn’t it be great if we loved God so much that we grabbed ahold of Him and said, “You MY God!” on a regular basis?  We’re always wanting a blessing from Him, but how often do we seek to bless Him?

 

Last week, when we went down to pick up the kids (and work on Son’s trailer), Marilyn kept trying to sneak off with a honey packet my Dad had on his tray.  She finally stomped her foot and said, “It’s fo my mouth!”   She didn’t get it, but that was so hard to resist!  Do we long for the temporary “sweetness” of sin?

 

When we arrived to pick them up, I was met at the van by the two youngest.  Roland was jumping around and excited for about 10 feet.  Then he suddenly remembered his fractured clavicle.  He stopped, bent the hurt shoulder down and put his hand on it, moaned, and walked like that the rest of the way.  Hmmm.   All week he would suddenly remember his injury when it was convenient.  Do we have ‘convenient’ injuries we use as an excuse not to do something for God or others?

 

I have no doubt that my youngest granddaughter is the smartest of the 4.  Why?  She’s very good at flying under the radar.  When Marilyn gets quiet, it’s time to PANIC!  You can be certain she’s doing something she’s not supposed to do.  The picture shows one incidence that happened this week.

 

She took the inside out of a marker.  Fortunately, soaking in soapy water returned all but under her nails to the right color.  Grandma had a few blue spots though.  What do we do when we think no one is looking?  Do we think it’s ok to do what we want as long as we don’t get caught?

 

Welcome to a glimpse into my world!

Advertisements

Random Ramblings

3 Comments

Sorry it’s not a better picture – use your imagination 🙂

Shared at the right is one of my absolute favorite scenes.    This scene is in Kentucky, just before going over the bridge into Cincinnati, Ohio.  You come down a steep grade for the last two miles and go around a curve to be met by this site.  It always makes me catch my breath, and it always reminds me of the “city on a hill” or heaven.  I’ve seen this site more times than I care to say, starting when I was about 8, but it still gets me.  When we moved to the Cincy area a few years ago, it was like coming home for me because that sight and that bridge (over the Ohio River) have been a constant in my life and something I always loved and looked forward to (going South or North).

○-○-○

Downtown Cincinnati

Downtown Cincinnati (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Recently, I was cogitating randomly, and I thought it sure would be nice if I had a straight road that went from my house to my gks house (maybe over top of other roads… so no traffic. . . .    God whispered to me, “Boy, you’re never satisfied are you?”   He reminded me that he moved me 2 hours closer before I even had grandchildren.  AND–I 71 is 3 miles from my house and 8 miles from the gks home.  So, I do have a road (fairly straight) from here to there.  I get almost entirely highway all the way!   How ungrateful of me.  Father forgive me for always wanting more.  (See last post:  But I need you!)

○-○-○

In trying to be creative, I decided to put the word random in the thesaurus to see if I could come up with a less-used word.  Then I put in thoughts (because ramblings lead to something else entirely).   How do you like these:

Haphazard Happenings

Aimless Intuitions

Designless Deliberations

Indiscriminate Musings

Hit-or-miss Rationalizations

Driftless Discernings

Irregular Inferences

Slapdash Speculations

Promiscuous Perceivings

Hmmmmmmmm.   Do you have a favorite?

○-○-○

Isn’t it funny how we don’t like people who are like us?  Seeing ourselves in others (whether we recognize it or not) is not fun.  The Daughter and the Husband do NOT get along well.  Why?  2 peas in a pod.   We have a friend who is quite the talker when she gets going.  My Mother-in-law is also quite the talker.  Now-a-days her conversations are repeated over and over, but the talking continues even without the memory.  Anyway, last week we were out to dinner with the friend who had not seen us for a while and had a lot to say.  Ginny was sitting at the far end of the table.   With her 2 yo mind, she turns to my daughter and says in her best 2 yo, loud voice.  “What in the world is she yammering about down there?”   YIKES!   Not to worry, the talker didn’t even skip a beat, even when my daughter then  told her Grandma, “She’s yammering about her job.”   Ain’t life fun?

I hope you all have those promiscuous random moments to enjoy in your own life. 😀         Oops, I think this one got published first!  Ah well,  ……

%d bloggers like this: