On Monday in the waiting room of the Smash and Grab, mammogram, I found myself in an interesting conversation with a young woman who accompanied her grandmother. The young woman wearing the contemporary of the day and I in my usual jeans, tshirt and tennis shoes. In that brief moment we talked for a just a minute but she asked if were jeans my usual choice. Yep, if I can, I do. I think it is because of what I came into clothes styles in the 70's. The dressier code was on the way out and I embraced casual for many reasons but mainly it was the cheaper version of looking presentable. The young woman lamented she couldn't get her grandmother to wear jeans and my response, what's her age? She was about 8 or 9 years older than me and part of the I wear jeans as a last resort generation. Well, some of that last resort generation. About that time my name was called to go behind the golden door. I still have trouble with those hospital gowns they give you at all doctor offices. I never get those ties correctly together. By the time I got home from the smash and grab, Hobby Lobby and Marshall's, the results were waiting for me in my inbox. All is well, all is clear, but I did learn as long as you are mobile you don't age out of the mammos.
This morning the view from the rear window was spectacular as usual. The view has always been there but in the last couple of years moving to the other side of the room helped me discover the arching trees framing the view especially when our neighbors horses are in the lower pasture. Of course in the late summer the fog contributes that reminder of looking through a glass darkly. The forecast is for another hot one but soon the feel and look of fall will be upon us.
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And now we are well into a ber month with times moving quickly, more to attend to than I am really wanting to do but I have to and the like. So this morning instead of going with this line of thought I decided I would bring back a blog post from September 13, 2009. Oh there are many things and thoughts that have fallen by the wayside but I do remember the particular Sunday I wrote about.
Job Was Sick So Long, Till the Flesh Fell Off His Bones 2009
In Sunday School today as the teacher was referring to different verses, she knew them by memory and you could tell that knowing them so blessed and ministered to her but I never opened my Bible to look at those verses she referred to and I am such a visual person. Peggy and I concluded that memorizing scripture, tons and tons of it, should probably not be talked about to others, so a natural overflow happens. The Word ministers and you're not standing there thinking, oh this must be part of the 1000 verses he/she are trying to memorize this year.
OK, so I did use some of the announcement time in Sunday School, since it went on much longer than usual, to try and find a verse in Job that I had seen this week. Job is a funny book and I think I have more trouble reading it, more than the book of Revelation. It's like, you shouldn't read anything that the three friends said to Job since God chastises them at the end for what they said. So, I find myself just reading Job's replies and then what God says. Anyone else think these kind of thoughts?
Anyway, I found the verses I was looking for. These verses would have been great to know and have memorized as a kid for not cleaning my plate. I tried to share this verse with Carole Lewis, National Director for First Place for Health, this morning. I think it would be a great verse to know in First Place. But, I am going to memorize these verses for such a time as needed. You know those times, table talk, small group sharing, and the like, especially when you aren't sitting with friends or people who should know better than always believe what your sharing.
Is tasteless food eaten without salt or is there flavor in the white of an egg? I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill. Job 6:6-7
Wouldn't it be fun just to answer some deep, deep theology question with verse 6?
Learned Person: So I believe that Calvin would back me up on this and of course we are all familiar with what happened on the plain of Dura.
Me: ah yes, of course. It is written, is tasteless food eaten without salt or is there flavor in the white of an egg? Why do the birds go on singing, why do these eyes of mine cry? Don't they know it's the end of the world and it ended when you said goodbye.
Learned Person: oh yes of course because deep calls to deep at the sound of Thy water falls and we should not forget His benefits.
Me: I wake up in the morning and I wonder why everything's not the same as it was. No I can't understand, no I can't understand why life goes on the way it does. I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill.
Only in my imagination, that is running away with me, would any of this happen. But hey, we need to dream and have BHAG type of goals.
Since there are all kinds of lyrical references in this post, I cannot sign off without leaving you with this. I have written that I end my workout with the song, I'm Not Tired Yet. Well, the second to last song I listen to is this
Job was sick so long till the flesh fell off his bones. You know his wife, cattle and his children, everything he had was gone. But Job in his despair, he knew that God still cares and He may not come when you want Him, but He's right on time, right on time.
You can't hurry God. No, you just have to wait. No you can't hurry God, you just have to wait. Oh oh, you can't hurry God, you just have to wait. He may not come when you want Him, but He's right on time, right on time.
Actually, the song is wrong. He still had his wife, she said curse God and die. Job responded very piously and thoughtfully to her, is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg?
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