Monday, July 19, 2010

Project 1 & Project 2

Never one to squander time off by just sitting, I of course need a project. It's a curse and drives my husband a little crazy.  So the beginning of this week's projects were my bathtub and kitchen counters.  The plumber who repaired my hot water leak told me how to refinish my cast iron tub. I figured "what could it hurt?" It sure couldn't look any worse. So after sanding, spraying, sanding, spraying, sanding, spraying.... we have

Not bad for $14 in paint and $15 in supplies. The fumes were a little much since the bathroom is not very large and I did end up coating the bottom of my feet in overspray.....but I think it was worth it. Sorry I didn't think to take a before picture, suffice it to say it did not look like this. Pitted and stained.

So on the Project 2 the kitchen counters. I have hated my counter tops forever, so when I saw that Rustoleum had this new laminate paint, I thought, "What the heck, can't make it any worse!" I did take a before picture. The faux butcher block.

TA - DA the new, improved Clay finish.

I'm thinking, not bad for $20. Of course it's going to take all week, because I can only do it in sections and it takes 3 days to totally cure. But beats new tops!!!

All in all a very productive 1st day. Who knows, maybe I can read that book now.
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Monday, July 12, 2010

Birthday wishes and Blessings!

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So today,  I am 48 years of age. I refuse to say "old." #1, I don't feel old & #2, my friends say I don't look old. But of course, I pay them to say that. HA!

So anyway, I have had more FB birthday wishes than I can count. Way more than 1 per year of my birth. How humbling, to me, to receive so many happy wishes.  I am truly blessed. My friends have been celebrating since last Thursday and the party plans to continue through next week.
Heck, it could be next month before we're done. How fun is that? Thought I'd share a few of my b'day prizes.
Wonderful, bejeweled sandals from my friend, Joni

Bracelet from my friend Laurie, who also gave me earrings that match. Earrings from my friend Kelli, she also gave me another pair as well.

Charm bracelet from my charming husband. More charms to come.
Flowers from Pam, Vase from Mavita.

Book from Judy, wall hook from Mavita.

See, I told you I was blessed.
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Thursday, July 8, 2010

God's Grace is better than my Judgment

I can be a very judgmental person at times. No more so than when people don't look or act like I think they should. Who am I???? Today  I encountered a perfect message for me and maybe for some of you as well. It is from one of my all time favorite writers, Max Lucado. I swear that man looks into my heart.
Hope it convicts and blesses you as much as it did me.

Behind the Shower Curtain

by Max Lucado

I’m going to have to install a computer in my shower. That’s where I have my best thoughts.

I had a great one today.

I was mulling over a recent conversation I had with a disenchanted Christian brother. He was upset with me. So upset that he was considering rescinding his invitation for me to speak to his group. Seems he’d heard I was pretty open about who I have fellowship with. He’d read the words I wrote: “If God calls a person his child, shouldn’t I call him my brother?” And, “If God accepts others with their errors and misinterpretations, shouldn’t we?”

He didn’t like that. “Carrying it a bit too far,” he told me. “Fences are necessary,” he explained. “Scriptures are clear on such matters.” He read me a few and then urged me to be careful to whom I give grace.

“I don’t give it,” I assured. “I only spotlight where God already has.”

Didn’t seem to satisfy him. I offered to bow out of the engagement (the break would be nice), but he softened and told me to come after all.

That’s where I’m going today. That’s why I was thinking about him in the shower. And that’s why I need a waterproof computer. I had a great thought. A why-didn’t-I-think-to-say-that? insight.

I hope to see him today. If the subject resurfaces, I’ll say it. But in case it doesn’t, I’ll say it to you. (It’s too good to waste.) Just one sentence:

I’ve never been surprised by God’s judgment, but I’m still stunned by his grace.

God’s judgment has never been a problem for me. In fact, it always seemed right. Lightning bolts on Sodom. Fire on Gomorrah. Good job, God. Egyptians swallowed in the Red Sea. They had it coming. Forty years of wandering to loosen the stiff necks of the Israelites? Would’ve done it myself. Ananias and Sapphira? You bet.

Discipline is easy for me to swallow. Logical to assimilate. Manageable and appropriate.

But God’s grace? Anything but.

Examples? How much time do you have?

David the psalmist becomes David the voyeur, but by God’s grace becomes David the psalmist again.

Peter denied Christ before he preached Christ.

Zacchaeus, the crook. The cleanest part of his life was the money he’d laundered. But Jesus still had time for him.

The thief on the cross: hellbent and hung-out-to-die one minute, heaven-bound and smiling the next.

Story after story. Prayer after prayer. Surprise after surprise.

Seems that God is looking more for ways to get us home than for ways to keep us out. I challenge you to find one soul who came to God seeking grace and did not find it. Search the pages. Read the stories. Envision the encounters. Find one person who came seeking a second chance and left with a stern lecture. I dare you. Search.

You won’t find it.

You will find a strayed sheep on the other side of the creek. He’s lost. He knows it. He’s stuck and embarrassed. What will the other sheep say? What will the shepherd say?

You will find a shepherd who finds him. (Luke 15:3-7)

Oh boy. Duck down. Put hooves over the eyes. The belt is about to fly. But the belt is never felt. Just hands. Large, open hands reaching under his body and lifting the sheep up, up, up until he’s placed upon the shepherd’s shoulders. He’s carried back to the flock and given a party! “Cut the grass and comb the wool,” he announces. “We are going to have a celebration!”

The other sheep shake their heads in disbelief. Just like we will. At our party. When we get home. When we watch the Shepherd shoulder into our midst one unlikely soul after another.

Seems to me God gives a lot more grace than we’d ever imagine.

We could do the same.

I’m not for watering down the truth or compromising the gospel. But if a fellow with a pure heart calls God Father, can’t I call that same man Brother? If God doesn’t make doctrinal perfection a requirement for family membership, should I?

And if we never agree, can’t we agree to disagree? If God can tolerate my mistakes, can’t I tolerate the mistakes of others? If God can overlook my errors, can’t I overlook the errors of others? If God allows me with my foibles and failures to call him Father, shouldn’t I extend the same grace to others?

One thing’s for sure. When we get to heaven, we’ll be surprised at some of the folks we see. And some of them will be surprised to see us.

From When God Whispers Your Name
Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 1999) Max Lucado