If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have told you about the last week of Winter Quarter when Daniel’s ADHD meds appeared to have just crapped out. I spent three nights dealing with him hitting me, screaming, and spitting before I could get a doctor’s appointment on that Friday and we almost ended up having to take him to the ER on that Wednesday night because he was so out of control. It turns out that he had an ear infection in his right ear and the same drippy throat he gave me and he wasn’t sleeping because he was so uncomfortable. (Funny story: when his incredibly awesome pediatrician moved to examine her, he said, “no touch!” very sternly. Yeah, no. When you are preventing Mommy from sleeping and getting homework done, you lose your right to not be examined.) Some antibiotics and Dimetapp got him back to almost normal.
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have commented on Mike Pence and the Billy Graham rule and M@tt W@lsh’s stupid assertions on the subject by doing a 7 Quick Takes post of 7 reasonable occasions when men and women should be allowed to meet alone.
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have told you how much I adore the first Sunday of Lent in the Episcopal church because it’s the Sunday we sing the Great Litany and my choir here in Washington spreads out in a U-shape around the congregation and passes each petition from person to person. It’s liturgy geek nirvana!
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would tell you about how much in love I am with Audrey Assad and how her song “I Shall Not Want” has been in my head and leading me to pray.
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have shared our Palm Sunday anthem with you so you could get it stuck in your heads too!
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have told you about doing Confession with my priest on March 28th and why I do it as an Episcopalian. Lots of tears on my part (it had been 4 years since I had done it) but it was worth it and very healing. She also did Anointing for the Sick on me because of all the scars on my arms. (Can we just say that it had been a bad weekend and leave it at that?)
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have told you about Maundy Thursday at my church and the quick Eucharist service and stripping of the altar before heading to the fellowship hall for pizza and a finger food potluck interspersed with foot-washing. There were so few of us that Helen (my priest) invited us up into the chancel area for the Eucharistic prayer. My congregation was joined by the Spanish-speaking congregation so it was a bilingual Eucharist and the Communion hymn was “We’ll Know They Are Christians By Their Love” which *TOTALLY* is appropriate when you have the two congregations mixing and Communion being given in two languages. It was one of those moments that is a glimpse of heaven and filled me with joy at being Christian and experiencing it.
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have told you about Helen convincing the kiddos in the Spanish congregation to let her wash their feet and how touching it was to see her sitting on the floor with one of the two year olds and his very somber face while she stuck his feet in a Rubbermaid container of water and chattered at him in Spanish. When she was washing the feet of one of the little girls, I almost offered her the nail polish in my purse that I keep for pedicures but I didn’t know if her parents would have been OK with her getting her fingers or toes painted. Meanwhile, Helen’s oldest son washed my feet and gave me one of the best footrubs I’ve had.
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have told how much I loved my Lenten discipline of reading only religious books and reading instead of surfing Facebook while I am out and about. I finished Father Tim’s Church Survival Guide by Fr. Tim Schenck and Seven Last Words: An Invitation to a Deeper Friendship with Jesus by James Martin, S.J. before picking up Spiritual Sobriety by Elizabeth Esther.
Have mercy on me, O God, according to your loving-kindness; in your great compassion blot out my offenses. Wash me through and through from my wickedness and cleanse me from my sin. For I know my transgressions, and my sin is ever before me. Against you only have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight. And so you are justified when you speak and upright in your judgment. Indeed, I have been wicked from my birth, a sinner from my mother’s womb. For behold, you look for truth deep within me, and will make me understand wisdom secretly. Purge me from my sin, and I shall be pure; wash me, and I shall be clean indeed. Make me hear of joy and gladness, that the body you have broken may rejoice. Hide your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquities. Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from your presence and take not your holy Spirit from me. Give me the joy of your saving help again and sustain me with your bountiful Spirit. I shall teach your ways to the wicked, and sinners shall return to you. Deliver me from death, O God, and my tongue shall sing of your righteousness, O God of my salvation. Open my lips, O Lord, and my mouth shall proclaim your praise. Had you desired it, I would have offered sacrifice, but you take no delight in burnt-offerings. The sacrifice of God is a troubled spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise. Be favorable and gracious to Zion, and rebuild the walls of Jerusalem. Then you will be pleased with the appointed sacrifices, with burnt-offerings and oblations; then shall they offer young bullocks upon your altar.
Looking out my window… dusk. It started out snowing this morning but got fairly nice toward noon.
I am thinking… about Lent starting on Wednesday and what my Lenten sacrifices will be. I have two of them thus far and may add another.
I am thankful… that I found the words to “The Pirate and the Ninja Should Be Friends”. I’m pretty sure there’s another version out there but this works.
One of my favorite things… being able to sing. My singing voice is froggy at the moment because of my cold. Boo.
I am wearing… my blue-green shirt and jeans. Church clothes were a long-sleeved version of this shirt, black slacks, and my black boots.
I am creating… various Word documents for my assessments. I’m trying to get all my Word for the week done tonight so I’m able to get as much of my Records Management done tomorrow. That enables me to focus on Accounting.
I am reading…Father Tim’s Church Survival Guide by Tim Schenck.
I am hoping… for a chill week. Excitement is getting a bit overrated.
I am learning… about merchandise valuation.
In my kitchen… steak, baked potatoes, beans, salad, and probably ice cream for dessert.
In the school room… I have Daniel’s IEP scheduled.
Shared Quote… “The only things we can keep are the things we freely give to God. What we try to keep for ourselves is just what we’re sure to lose.” — C.S. Lewis
Medicaid and being on public assistance. Rebecca of The Road Home blogged about her Medicaid experience during her pregnancy and everything she describes about the Assistance Office is spot-on with my experience. The office in Sacramento was so horrible and filthy that I wanted to burn my clothes when I got home and pour a bottle of bleach over my head. We treat recipients of assistance so horribly in this country because apparently, we all believe the inaccurate description of “the welfare queen” that Ronald Reagan introduced into our social and political landscape. Seriously y’all, it is darn hard to qualify for Medicaid or SNAP and requires a huge deal of paperwork. I had to be fingerprinted when we lived in Pomona! This is probably why I want to throttle politicians who support drug-testing welfare recipients — states who have done that have maybe caught *ONE* person of thousands that way, it’s yet one more degrading hoop we have to jump through, and it’s horribly wasteful in terms of spending.
Eating popcorn and watching the meltdowns. Apparently, Republican House members are finding some… grumpiness from people showing up at their town hall meetings. The people are completely infuriated at what the Trump administration is doing and screaming at the House members to do their jobs. P45 is trying to write them off as “activists” and “paid protestors”, which is hysterically funny because nobody there is actually being paid and most of the people screaming “do your job!” are normal, everyday people who want their Congressional reps to quit with the bullcrap and DO THEIR FREAKING JOBS.
Seriously, I’m watching video of this and laughing at the Congresscritters who are completely shocked that people are so angry with them. You’d think 4.5 million women taking to the streets in the USA and around the world hadn’t clued them in that there’s a problem.
Holy being vulnerable, Batman! A guy in my Accounting class and I have been talking about faith things so I asked him if he wanted to come to church with me on Sunday… by passing him a note with the name, address, and worship time for my church and the words “let’s pretend I actually had the guts to say this in person” on it.
Yeah… I’m really that awkward. Thankfully, he’s interested in possibly coming.
Rich Mullins. A few nights ago, I was answering a Reddit question on my favorite song lyrics that mean something to me and I had to look up the lyrics for chorus of “If I Stand”. That led to listening to a bunch of Rich Mullins songs that I really love as well as a few Third Day ones.
Hit by holy 2×4. I was sitting in my Accounting classroom alone on Tuesday afternoon doing homework when I was hit by the strong feeling that I needed to be praying for my classmates. I spent some time praying for the people whose needs I knew… and learned about a whole host of other ones this morning. I think it’s probably a good thing that I’m open to the smackings upside the head of the Holy Spirit.