} Another auction tomorrow!
} I walked into work this morning and got "let go." Ready to go burn daylight on that one.
(4) Some of those present were saying indignantly to one another, "Why this waste of perfume? (5) It could have been sold for more than a year's wages and the money given to the poor." And they rebuked her harshly.
(6) "Leave her alone," said Jesus. "Why are you bothering her? She has done a beautiful thing to me. (7) The poor you will always have with you, and you can help them any time you want. But you will not always have me. (8) She did what she could. She poured perfume on my body beforehand to prepare for my burial. (9) I tell you the truth, wherever the gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her."
- SHE broke the jar. No one can force you to be broken to Jesus - it's an internal process. We can THINK we're not broken all we want, but we are ALL broken. Each of us. But to come to that - to come broken before Jesus is the internal and individual process. This requires us to get real.
- Brokenness offends and shocks others, but not Jesus. Some of those around rebuked her for wasting the perfume. But Jesus put value on the jar AFTER it was broken.
- "New" keeps brokenness away...new husband/wife, new friends, new job, new car, new house, etc. NOTE: everything that is broken was once new.
- She did what she could (vs. 8). Just like the widow giving her mite - her only finances, she did what she could with all that she had.
- Hemingway said "The world breaks everyone, and afterward some are strong at the broken places." Did you know that broken bones are stronger at the break after healing?
And Matt, the worship leader pointed out something from his own personal study that just amazed me. He was studying in Exodus where Moses asks to see God's glory (Exodus 33:19-23). The Lord puts Moses in a cleft in the rock to pass by. Well, a cleft in the rock is a broken place. Moses saw a glimpse of God's glory from the broken place.
I am broken, not just broke. I have been getting real with Jesus for a few years now. And at each new broken place, I grow stronger, but not hard. My strength is found in Jesus alone. And I still struggle in some areas. Am I willing to get real in those places too? Regardless of who's around? Am I willing to do what I can with all that He's given me? That requires a sold-out lifestyle of worship for the one-and-only Jesus Christ. Do I measure up? Nope - not even close. But I am getting closer every day I spend time with Him who made me. He made me - He alone can mend me.
Grace & Peace to you all!
See this little guy - the rabbit? Out my office window. When I sat down at the computer to do the deadline projects, he just nibbled at the grass then mosied across the road to a much larger field with better grass, I'm sure. He stopped to play with a red-winged blackbird on the way.
The time for some cleaning work. I needed to get my trash and a few other items to the dump. So I called my mom for a ride in exchange for garden labor. I felt like an avatar in FarmTown - I helped harvest some veggies. Of which, we ate a couple green tomatoes - fried, of course - and some corn-on-the-cob with cucumbers for lunch. Topped off with a peppermint patty for dessert.
It was good spending time with mom and catching up with all our personal drama and how the world should be ran conversations. She showed off her flower gardens and plans for the rest of the yard. She has stargazer lillies in the midst of other kinds and it brings such a fragrant blessing to the whole area.
And what would a visit to mom's be without loving on the "puppies!"
Katie, the black & tan, and Preacher followed us everywhere we went. Tammy, the 16-yr old (that would be 112 in dog years), decided she had better things to do and found a nice cool spot in the hostas. Actually, she has made a bed in the hostas - complete with a mound for a pillow.
Preacher is the one who LOVES fireworks. Katie is the guard dog pretty much. These dogs used to live a life chained to a dog box. That's the life of a coonhound - a hunter. But when mom & stepdad got a divorce, these three got a new life OFF the chain. They lay wherever they want - run whenever they want - eat whatever they want. They're spoiled rotten that's fo sure. They are not "inside" dogs, but they get to sleep in the garage whenever they want. Ahh, the life of a dog!
I've enjoyed my day off. I got a few things done around the house and now to play!
So while I was working another auction on Saturday (tools! tools! tools!), I took a minute to capture some video.
} What a rough start to the week! My poor old blue-boy! He's been in the shop more in the past two weeks than he has in the past two years. I still refuse to get rid of him. I always used to joke (before Bill came along) that he was the most dependable man I knew! Oh by the way - it's my truck.
} I updated my other blogs! As well as this one's look - yes, again. May not seem much to you - but I just love doing this stuff!
} It never ceases to amaze and depress me that I can work in an office of 7 and still not know what's going on. So much for communication.
} I work for an auction company part-time (http://www.brewerauctionservice.com/). Last night we had an auction where we sold the contents of various storage units. There were 3 units that we couldn't get unlocked. We sold the contents anyway. How? You might ask... sight un-seen. People can get crazy at these things! The deciding factor for some was when the auctioneer brought up the fact that many of them go to the "boat" to gamble away $50-$100 in a night, at least this way you're coming home with something! Wouldn't you know it - the bids started to skyrocket! I can't wait to hear what was in those units!
} Tomorrow is another auction - tools, tools, and more tools! Let me tell ya - you see all kinds at auctions! It's a regular study into all kinds of lessons - psychology, ethnography, social etiquette, personal hygiene, relational interactions, and so on. And you never know what you might find stuck away in a box. Sometimes it crawls or slithers out on its own. Plus, last night I saw this guy who looks like he could be a twin of my media rep in Chicago. Now, I know Cliff would not be down in Indiana looking through storage units - especially with a woman who looked like she was there to please him more than herself. I would hope with those short and her shoes and her makeup and .... anyway. You can't see it in this picture - but she has on heels. HEELS! I ached when I saw her coming. And yes, they're looking at a Corvette with glass t-tops. Go figure. Two hours on heels....
} Been feeling a little, no, a lot down this week. Same old crap. Hmm...I could use this for my book - just when you've got the toilet all clean...well, you can picture the rest.
} I never realized how much I enjoy blogging till I go a day without commenting or getting comments. So to anyone who's reading and has left me comments -- THANKS BUNCHES!
Have a great Friday!
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Udell was a Korean war vet and a farmer. He was big and rough - temper that would shake the house - but he loved life. Loved his family, loved the land and animals - taught me to write cursive before I could print, make Strawberry milk and to not worry about what the food looked like all mixed together, "It was all going to the same place anyhow," he would tell me. This was the same grandpa that would bring the runts into the house to take care of them.
This is a picture of him with the twins - my mom is on the left. When we would go see his and Bonnie's parents once a month, we would always stop and eat at KFC in Jasper, IN. (Irony nowadays, I know - since I work for KFC Advertising). The next picture is Stella and Burnell Small (Udell's parent), Sherry, Udell, Carry (my mom), and me in the front (happy little child, huh). I may have been smarting-off - shocker that would be! LOL! So anyway, we eat at Kentucky Fried Chicken every trip. And I would always ask mom if I could have one of the strawberry shortcakes. You know, those little "bucket parfaits." Mom's answer would be "no." But before we left the restaurant, grandpa would always get me one. So now, when my boss surprises me with one of these little "buckets" it takes me back to spending that time with grandpa. Grandpas are great...they really know how to spoil granddaughters! Boy, do I miss that...
Bill & I just finished up a discipleship study called Roots & Fruits. There was some really great stuff in this study. Stuff that I am hoping we can use when starting up our own discipleship training. Anyway...
Honestly, I am reading it again right now. John Edlredge has written a fantastic book for men - "Wild At Heart." If you ever need an insight into men - that will do it. And it's all so true. So when I found out he and his wife had teamed up to write a book for women I was more than intrigued. Here's just a snippet from the end of chapter one:
The longings God has written deep in your heart are telling you something essential about that it means to be a woman, and the life he meant for you to live. Now we know - many of those desires have gone unmet, or been assulted, or simply so long neglected, that most women end up living two lives. One the surface we a re busy and efficient, professional, even. We are getting by. On the inside women lose themselves in a fantasy world or in cheap novels, or we give ourselve over to food or some other addiction to numb the ache of our hearts. But your heart is still there, crying out to be set free, to find the life your desires tell you of.
That is what we are inviting you to. Not to learn one more set of standards you fail to meet. Not toward a new set of rules to live by and things you ought to do. Something far, far better - a journy of the heart. A journey toward the restoration and release of the woman you always longed to be. This book is not about what you ought to do or who you ought to be. It's about discovering who you already are, a woman. A woman who at her core was made for romance, made to play an irreplaceable role in a shared adventure, and who really does possess a beauty all her own to unveil. The woman God had in mind when he made Eve...and when he made you. Glorious, powerful, and captivating.
This book is helping me unlock my heart as a woman. Kind of like me discovering me. This book is not a "new" release; however, it was new to me, and I'm sure if you've not heard about it or read it yet -- I wholeheartedly encourage you to read it.