Twice I started writing this blog post this afternoon when I somehow hit the wrong button, heard a very nasty beep and then all my words went flying into cyberspace and thus it made me extremely cross and irritated so now I have decided that perhaps I should type this in Word first so I can copy, paste and save. Inspiration rarely hits twice never mind three times. I will not let technology beat me!!
I was attempting to write while Ian was gone playing floor hockey – in blissful silence but because of my technical difficulties this did not occur. Now he is home making a huge racket. He is talking; emptying the dishwasher in a most annoying fashion ...... does he not get the hint when I answer the onslaught of his questions with one word answers that I need creative silence to prevail?
This afternoon I am having a cuppa tea while reading Rob Bell’s new book about Heaven and Hell. I can see why some in our Evangelical world are getting their knickers in a knot. He is presenting some very interesting points that I think merit some discussion. I am happy to report that my knickers are not knotted yet and once I finish the book I will be able to give you my opinion. You may not want my opinion but it is my blog so there. I think we may all be in for a shock when we get to heaven. We have absolutely no idea what business God does with people right before they die. We are not God so we can’t possibly know. We are not the judge. I wish I knew this truth years ago – it would have saved me a lot of heartache.
When my kids were little, things were so easy to fix. A hug, kiss, cuddle, story, band-aid or jelly bean fixed most issues. But matters of the heart are a completely different can of worms. And I was not ready or prepared for this. Nobody ever told me that I would feel my daughter’s pain of a breaking heart as if it were my own. Wow!! Hey, I can’t fix this one. And I sigh. I sigh with the knowledge that it is time to let go and let my little girl grow up. This is all part of life – learning how to get over something, learning how to navigate relationships, learning to be disappointed. Mom can’t fix everything. I can’t make someone like her. I can’t make them see how amazing she is. I’m her Mom so of course I think she is amazing. Wisdom says step back and let her make her own tracks and solve her own issues. It’s time.
But I can pray. That I can do. I pray that she will survive the broken hearts of teenagedom and that these experiences will make her into a fine wife & mother someday. I pray that her "husband to be" navigates these years well and that someday when they are ready, they will meet and her heart will have the romance and wonder she desires. And my heart will soar with her happiness and that will be wonderful.
Those of you who are not in this stage of life yet may learn from my experience of things not to say when your teenage daughter has had her heart crushed:
#1 There are lots of other fish in the sea.
#2 You are only 16, you know high school romances rarely last.
#3 You may have to kiss a few toads before you get the prince.
#4 Why do you still like someone when they made it clear they don’t like you? How stupid is that?
#5 Hey, I have a few nice boys whose Moms I know, perhaps one of them could be the object of your affections?
#6 Time heals all.
#7 This experience will build character.
#8 Go listen to Fifteen by Taylor Swift.
#9 Yes, you have to go to school.
And last not but not least
#10 Suck it up buttercup!!
I of course said many more idiotic things that also got the death glare and eyeball roll. But today she smiled and with a grin says “You know a few nice boys???” Ah, she will survive and so will I. Ah matters of the heart, all part of growing up. In the wise words of my daughter "to never risk your heart means you never get to experience the joy" And she is right, risking your heart is always the right choice!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
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Sunday, January 23, 2011
Sunless Tanners and Mascara and Bathing Suits
I never skip Church unless I am on holiday or sick. This may appear to be very holy of me but not really - I am the pastor to children & families so its my job. Back home everything is proceeding smoothly without me. At least I hope it is. It made me start thinking how indeed life goes on in spite of disruptions, sadness, circumstances. The world does not stop for anything or anybody and our job as humans is to keep on ticking right through all the crap the world deals out to us. There is always a tomorrow. I like that because it means we get second chances.
This morning I am attending Bedside Baptist. I am visiting with my Dad and stepmom Heather for a few days before I am embark on my epic trip to Hawaii with 6 friends from my Prince George days. All I really did was purchase my plane ticket and left everything else up to my PG peeps. In other words, I have no idea what I am going to be doing on this week long holiday. I have to just trust and go along for the ride.
I did overpack my suitcase. 3 lbs over to be exact. I gave them my sad face and charming smile and Westjet waved me through. I think Ian would have taken half my stuff out but a girl has to be prepared you know. He kept saying why do you need 5 pairs of shoes? And why do you need 5 books? When you go on holiday you are supposed to be doing stuff not reading books!! I patiently tried to explain it to him but he kept rolling his eyeballs at me. You see I have my running shoes for hiking, my flip flops for the pool/beach, my dressier flip flops for going out somewhere nice (apparently I am on a budget so I asked Ian what that was and he said my budget was to spend nothing - such a silly goose he is), my Jesus sandals - what pastor would leave home without those? And a pair of my favourite sneakers. I am glad I didn't tell him about the water shoes.
I am fair skinned and freckly and I am at that age where I have to look after my skin so I decided I might use a sunless tanning lotion to give me a tropical glow so I googled what the best kind was to use, went to the drugstore and purchased the insanely expensive goop and then when I arrived at my Dad's I tried it out! It looked very dark so I decided just to put it on my lower legs for a test. Lets just say I am grumpy. My legs do not look a golden bronze color at all, they are rather orange like and the one spot where I obviously didn't rub it in looks like a giant birth mark. Oh lets get real, it looks like someone didn't rub their sunless tanning lotion in properly. It has faded considerably so by tomorrow it will be gone right?
I also bought waterproof mascara because I didn't want the regular stuff to run dowm my face making me look like a raccoon. I have tried it on but for the life of me can't figure how to get it off. Maybe it just wears off over time. I know what Ian would say! Why do you even need to wear that stuff anyways? Anyway, I said to him what are we going to do if some guys try to pick us up because we are without our menfolk. Without missing a beat he quips back "Good luck with that!" Whatttttt? Lise, they are looking for younger ladies not a bunch of Grandma types. I had to laugh because he is so right, at least he is about me .......
You see Erica, my every so tiny 16 year old was with me as I tried to find a new bathing suit. We went to this rack and I pulled one off that I thought was suitable. I asked her what she thought and she said it would be nice if I was going to a swim meet. She says I should try a tankini. I am concerned my muffin top will show but I'll humour her. Erica assures me that will not be the case. I take 3 tops into the changing room and hysterical hyenia laughter starts erupting from within my being. Erica is telling to me to shhhhh or maybe she was asking me whats wrong or maybe she was just sitting there texting while ignoring me.
I am not a particularly large human being and everything the Good Lord endowed me with was hanging out and over. I show Erica, she smirks, at least I think its a smirk I see. Little skinny twirp. I used to look like you once upon a time, just a taller version because she is only 5' 3" to my 5' 8". I proclaim that these tankinis are improper for me to wear. You might as well go naked for all that thing covered. Maybe I'll find a bathing suit in Hawaii ........ a nice proper suit. I'll let Erica wear the bikini - tankini suits :)
Sunless Tanners and Mascara and Bathing Suits
I never skip Church unless I am on holiday or sick. This may appear to be very holy of me but not really - I am the pastor to children & families so its my job. Back home everything is proceeding smoothly without me. At least I hope it is. It made me start thinking how indeed life goes on in spite of disruptions, sadness, circumstances. The world does not stop for anything or anybody and our job as humans is to keep on ticking right through all the crap the world deals out to us. There is always a tomorrow. I like that because it means we get second chances.
This morning I am attending Bedside Baptist. I am visiting with my Dad and stepmom Heather for a few days before I am embark on my epic trip to Hawaii with 6 friends from my Prince George days. All I really did was purchase my plane ticket and left everything else up to my PG peeps. In other words, I have no idea what I am going to be doing on this week long holiday. I have to just trust and go along for the ride.
I did overpack my suitcase. 3 lbs over to be exact. I gave them my sad face and charming smile and Westjet waved me through. I think Ian would have taken half my stuff out but a girl has to be prepared you know. He kept saying why do you need 5 pairs of shoes? And why do you need 5 books? When you go on holiday you are supposed to be doing stuff not reading books!! I patiently tried to explain it to him but he kept rolling his eyeballs at me. You see I have my running shoes for hiking, my flip flops for the pool/beach, my dressier flip flops for going out somewhere nice (apparently I am on a budget so I asked Ian what that was and he said my budget was to spend nothing - such a silly goose he is), my Jesus sandals - what pastor would leave home without those? And a pair of my favourite sneakers. I am glad I didn't tell him about the water shoes.
I am fair skinned and freckly and I am at that age where I have to look after my skin so I decided I might use a sunless tanning lotion to give me a tropical glow so I googled what the best kind was to use, went to the drugstore and purchased the insanely expensive goop and then when I arrived at my Dad's I tried it out! It looked very dark so I decided just to put it on my lower legs for a test. Lets just say I am grumpy. My legs do not look a golden bronze color at all, they are rather orange like and the one spot where I obviously didn't rub it in looks like a giant birth mark. Oh lets get real, it looks like someone didn't rub their sunless tanning lotion in properly. It has faded considerably so by tomorrow it will be gone right?
I also bought waterproof mascara because I didn't want the regular stuff to run dowm my face making me look like a raccoon. I have tried it on but for the life of me can't figure how to get it off. Maybe it just wears off over time. I know what Ian would say! Why do you even need to wear that stuff anyways? Anyway, I said to him what are we going to do if some guys try to pick us up because we are without our menfolk. Without missing a beat he quips back "Good luck with that!" Whatttttt? Lise, they are looking for younger ladies not a bunch of Grandma types. I had to laugh because he is so right, at least he is about me .......
You see Erica, my every so tiny 16 year old was with me as I tried to find a new bathing suit. We went to this rack and I pulled one off that I thought was suitable. I asked her what she thought and she said it would be nice if I was going to a swim meet. She says I should try a tankini. I am concerned my muffin top will show but I'll humour her. Erica assures me that will not be the case. I take 3 tops into the changing room and hysterical hyenia laughter starts erupting from within my being. Erica is telling to me to shhhhh or maybe she was asking me whats wrong or maybe she was just sitting there texting while ignoring me.
I am not a particularly large human being and everything the Good Lord endowed me with was hanging out and over. I show Erica, she smirks, at least I think its a smirk I see. Little skinny twirp. I used to look like you once upon a time, just a taller version because she is only 5' 3" to my 5' 8". I proclaim that these tankinis are improper for me to wear. You might as well go naked for all that thing covered. Maybe I'll find a bathing suit in Hawaii ........ a nice proper suit. I'll let Erica wear the bikini - tankini suits :)
I have time for musing today ........
Hmmmmm I am back to my original blog due to my genius in figuring out how to get things working again :) I have 6 followers on this blog compared to the 3 that were on my other one so I thought I'd stick with te orginal one. I am going to now try and cut & paste my entry back onto this orginal blog. Wish me luck!!!
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