past weeks' wisdom

September 23, 2010

i've been slacking on my bible quotes.

i've been slacking on a lot of things.

i put the quotes up for two reasons: to remember the generosity of an incredibly kind woman, and to attempt to strengthen my faith. the latter's much easier than the former.

so i owe picky about a dozen weeks' of wisdom. don't worry. i won't put a crapload of quotations in one post. but i will be playing catch up. not every day. but when i post the wisdom, there will be several quotes until i'm where i should be.

i feel like i'm always playing catch up.

by the way, did you know that august thirty-first was blog day? i did not know this. i was supposed to write a post about my five favorite blogs. i think i've kind of been spotlighting my favorites already, but here's a short recap, in case you missed it. i'll even give you caps! YAY!

What I love most about this blog is the feature Moments with Joey. The author is a fifth grade teacher. He is frequently amused by the conversations he has with his students. So much so that he began jotting down tidbits on Post-it notes and whatnot. Every now and again, he posts the more entertaining chats they've had.

SECRETARY: What can I do for you, Mr. Z?

TEACHER: Well, Joey here says he hurt his ankle and needs some first aid. He also told me that you guys have a chainsaw to take care of student injuries. I told him I could just use scissors, but he was adamant that the chainsaw would work better.

SECRETARY: [playing along]. As a matter of fact, we do have a chainsaw. I keep it right here under my desk.

[The secretary points to the cupboard space beneath her laptop. Another teacher passing through the office pauses after overhearing the conversation].

PASSING TEACHER: You’d better put a tarp on the floor if you use the chainsaw, or you’ll stain the carpet.

JOEY: Maybe we could just get some ice instead.

What I love most about her is her generosity. Courtney, while caring for her infant son, took in three of her sister Stephanie’s children, none of whom were over the age of six, if memory serves, while Stephanie recovered from a horrific plane crash. Courtney…she’s amazing.
This from a post the week after the accident:

In this past week I've felt my sister near to me, sometimes when chaos consumed and always in very quiet moments. As my mother whispered in my ear one week ago, “Steph will be wherever her children are.”

Just before I sat down to write, I double-checked all of my babies. I kissed each one and whispered a little secret in their ear.

"It was a nice day." I whispered out loud in the quiet nursery.

"Indeed it was." I felt Steph reply back.

(since i've not blogged about her as much, you get two excerpts.)

There was the day when I had The Chief. I was in bed succumbing to the numbing pull of a reluctant epidural. I had the shakes. Page said, "You have the shakes. It is normal." But I shook and shook and felt a little scared. So Page climbed in bed with me and wrapped her arms around me while I shook. That was all that could be done. And it was enough.

There was Sunday when I visited Stephanie. All wrapped in clean white bandages I talked to her closely. I put my hand on her heart and listened to it beating. Strong. Strong. Strong. And I restrained myself from climbing in bed with my sister to wrap my arms around her while she shook.

Stephanie is incredible. The best example of goodness and perseverance I have ever seen. Ever. And when so many people would balk and become bitter after having experienced half of what this woman has endured, she remains faithful, sweet and gracious. She shines. Beautifully.

This from before the accident.

It was one of those days.

One of those days where I lay on my bed (while the other three children miraculously are the same time) and nursed my adorable six-month-old blob of love while the mulberry tree (sparrows nest included) out my window rustled in the wind.
One of those days that reminded me why I love being a mother.

One of those days that created another happy memory, kinda like last night when Mr. Nielson and I went to yoga together, and I just melted with love for him. He was so cute doing the poses and winking at me in downward dog.

I even have freaking pony tails. Hot dog! That has never happened to me—seriously.

One perfect day down, millions more to go.

Alexis writes about coping with postpartum and clinical depression while raising two very young boys. Sounds depressing? She does it with such wit and flair, though, so that even when she's feeling her worst, she can still find humor. Just the other day, she wrote about the seven hormone dwarves. Pretty funny stuff.

Emma was married and divorced in her twenties. She left her husband on her lunch break. Divorce is still perhaps the greatest tabooed subject in existence. And yet, Emma talks about it without any fear or reservation. Start at the beginning with this one and work your way forward. She's kind of wrapped this story up, and has a new blog now, called Emmasota. I almost gave you the link to her new site, but that would make it easy. There's a link to her new blog on her old one. Yall like reading about how two people connect, right? Read the first one first.

i wish i lived in utah so i could meet these folks. well, emma, she's in minnesota. em? as much as i like you, and even though i've friends from college also residing in minnesota, tis WAY too cold for me there. WAY TOO COLD. feel free to come to texas, though. right now, it's lovely here.

and now for the wisdom:
then jesus spoke to them again, saying i am
the light of the world. he who follows me shall
not walk in darkness, but have the light of life
(john 8:12)

but sanctify the lord god in your hearts,
and always be ready to give a defense to
everyone who asks you a reason for the hope
that is in you, with meekness and fear (1 peter 3:15)

but, beloved, do not forget this one thing,
that with the lord one day is as a thousand
years, and a thousand years is as one day. the
lord is not slack concerning his promise, as
some count slackness, but is longsuffering
toward us, not willing that any should perish
but that all should come to repentance (2 peter 3:8-9)


  1. Aw, thanks. It's usually quite lovely here in the autumn, but not today. Today it is rainy and cool. Kind of mood-zapping if you ask me. And winter? Yes, it's too damn cold. I love nie nie, too!

  2. Thank you for introducing me to NieNie. I will now have to check out your other recommendations!