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My name is Sherry and I am a stay at home mom of two, wife to my husband of 20 years, daughter, granddaughter, sister and aunt. My delight in this life on earth is serving a God who knows my weaknesses and guides me through each day. Diagnosed with Lyme disease in 2013 after a lifetime of ailments and illnesses, I am determined to share my journey, share my faith, and share in the blessings that gave me my life back on track. I am determined and strive to be the Proverbs 31:10-31 woman. My goal is to beat this disease so that I will be the Titus woman to my daughter and those who need me in the future. I hope that you find this blog to be a blessing to you. Thanks for stopping by.

Do You Have The Most Accurate Angle?

Perspective

1.  the art of drawing solid objects on a two-dimensional surface so as to give the right impression of their height, width, depth, and position in relation to each other when viewed from a particular point.  
2.  a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view.

I had the privilege of speaking with a friend of old yesterday.  Someone whose voice I had not heard in about 25 years.  We had been emailing for several years now, commiserating and sharing about the last 25 years, however yesterday we actually spoke to one another.   It was such a delightful conversation and hearing her voice took me back to our childhood, minus the new southern “twang” she’s picked up in TX.  (wink)

As we spoke about our children, our health, families and the hurried life of motherhood we hadn’t noticed that time on the clock was ticking by.  So quickly in fact that my daughter held up her violin at one point and asked quietly if I was ready to leave for her lesson.  A lesson which takes 20 minutes to get to and we had 15.  OOPS!

I continued to chat with the phone attached to my ear, grabbed my purse and my keys and out we went.   We continued our conversation for a short time longer and then said good-bye.  Upon hanging up, as I sat in the parking lot of violin,  I smiled with joy over the blessing of reconnecting and hearing her delightful voice. I also realized that she is the oldest friend I have, knowing her since I was in elementary school, the same age as her youngest.  Whilst I pondered our conversation,  I looked down and realized that I still had my pajama bottoms on with a silly t-shirt, no makeup and my hair was unbrushed and pulled up in a sloppy hair clip.   Another OOPS!

It was all I could do to drive carefully home so as not get pulled over or get into a car accident.  After all, what would they think?  I mean really, it was 5:30 at night and I looked like I just woke up.  The perspective someone may have if they saw me could be construed in other ways as well….slob, depressed, terrible mother, the list goes on.

I asked my daughter when she got into the car if she had realized I had on my pj bottoms and she gave me this corky teenager look with a simple yes, and looked away.  I wonder what her perspective was?  Future therapy?  That she would never do that someday?  That my priorities are completely messed up?   Although I didn’t ask her then, I may have to now.   🙂

As a reader, I am wondering what perspective you are considering right now, or, now that my friend knows about the pj bottoms, I wonder what perspective she has at the thought.

Depending upon the angle one looks at a situation, many considerations can be observed.  Isn’t that something we do each and every day?  We look at something or someone, make an observation and sometimes an unwarranted judgement and take a perspective without knowing details of the situation or person.   We jump to conclusions based on our perspective because of the angle we looked at something.  I wonder how our perspective may change if we changed the direction that we looked at something?   If we turn the view of the object we based our conclusion on and ponder it for awhile will we see things differently and will our perspective change?  Something to consider when jumping to conclusions or when life overwhelms with situations we feel are out of control.

As a reader, I put this in your ball court as well and hope that together we can learn to look at or view a situation from a different angle, giving us a different perspective which may lead us to a different conclusion.

I need to say in closing that yesterday I took my morning to get my daughter set with her school work for the day, got nearly all my meds in and then decided to tackle cleaning one more room, closets, cupboards and dressers.  I took a short break to get some water when I checked my email and saw my friend had emailed.  It had been months since I’d heard from her and I knew that she was coming into a busy time of the season.  I shot her a quick text addressing something she needed to see at that moment because of something she wrote, and I told her I planned on writing more later.  I began to get up to get back to work, yet, due to the nature of her email I felt compelled to sit back down and lend her some moral support.    As I typed I thought that it was great that I had the time to do that, however, wouldn’t a phone call be more suitable?  So I called.  Shortly thereafter she called back and hence the reason for the pj bottoms.   It’s all about perspective!  From my point of view, I was not a slug, I was not depressed, I was not anything other than busy doing some cleaning before my husband returned home from a business trip when a friend reached out and I gladly lent an ear.   After all, that is what kind of friends I enjoy the most.  Those that will take the time when I need them the most and who can hear my plea for an ear.   A friend that will not look at time, but that will be there.  A friend that has the ability to take a perspective that is not about self, yet can reach out to someone else.

(Just have to add that I did get cleaned up and showered before my loving husband appeared in the door.  God is so good that He provided all the time I needed in the day. )

Perspective!

 

Zucchini for Lunch?

A few weeks ago I had a conversation with someone regarding uses for yellow squash.  They inquired how I liked to cook them.  My answer was not quite what they expected, as you could say that at that point our family was sick of eating both zucchini and yellow squash.   I asked the question back to them saying:  “How do I make them now?  How are we enjoying them at this time?  Well, I keep them in the CSA box, or put them in the fridge in a drawer, wait until they are rotting and them throw them out.”  Told you it wasn’t quite the response they expected.  ha ha ha

Well, as I was pondering my blogging this morning, I decided to go through some of my pictures I’ve taken this summer and see what might spark a fire in the part of my brain that stimulates my writing.  Funny what I found…. Zucchini wraps!  So, I’m going to share what we did for a lunch meal in August.

I sliced long zucchini strips through the mandolin, put them on the stove in a pain with some grapeseed oil and just cooked them ever so slightly so they would bend.

I then cut up some precooked chicken we had leftover and placed the pieces on top of one end of the zucchini slice, sprinkled with some oregano and salt.

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Then I placed a dollop of seasoned ricotta cheese with a basil leaf.

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Then I rolled them up, placing them in a long baking dish side by side.

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Topped with some fresh shredded parmesan and some mozzarella, I baked them at 375 degrees for about 15 minutes, then I broiled them for the last 5 minutes.  Watch this closely or they will burn.

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I sliced up more fresh basil and tomatoes, topped the zucchini and served.  It was actually quite good and the kids enjoyed them.  Although, this was the last time we have eaten any squash.  ha ha

No feline…Just Funny….

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Due to the little co-inhabitants that occupy my body, we woke up late this morning.  Unfortunately, they (my Borreliosis)  have deciding to come alive and wreak havoc with a vengeance.  That’s another story for another time.

Anyway, today was lab draw day for the kids as they have their appointment with the doctor in a few weeks.  So, having the blood draw done first saves us time and money on not having to go to a second appointment.  Well, with us waking up late, me needing my coffee and then taking a shower it was nearly 10:15 by the time we left.  Now, I want the accuracy of the tests so the kids were fasting, which did NOT go over very well.  Especially when I said NO coffee to them.

We got to the lab, which is usually a quick 20 minute in and out, only to find that the lab is under new management and they have changed their routine so that only one person is drawing labs and doing all of the paperwork.  The waiting room had several waiting for drug testing.  Hmmmm…. unfortunately, with the closing of their other labs, we got to sit and admire our surroundings while we waited.   A new experience for the kids, I just have to add.

Anyway, when we finished, the kids were crabby, ready to pass out and getting headaches.  Both wanted food and coffee.  So, I stopped at Starbucks to brighten their moods.  By the time we pulled away I was laughing so hard I was near tears.  Let me recap the conversation as it took place:

Me:  “Okay, so what do you want?”

Daughter:  “I want a Vanilla Skinny Latte.”

Son:  “Order me a Venti Black Eye.”

Me:  “A What?  That’s a joke right?”

Son:  “No, that’s what it’s called.” (in a serious yet humorous tone at his already frustrated not amused mother.)

Lady at the drive thru:  “Ma’am I am unable to hear you can you back your car up so you are in front of the speaker?”

Me, after backing up: “I’ll take a Grande Vanilla Skinny Latte, a Grande Mocha, and…..(looooonnnngggg pause)….. Um…..Do you have a black eye?”

With this both kids are laughing hysterically.  I stopped for a moment to realize how that sounded and was also laughing.  The gal at the window replied with a bold “YES”, gave me the total and asked me to pull around.

I got to the window still laughing and had to explain that I asked it that way because I thought that my son was playing a joke on telling me to order a black eye.  Only, the way it came out with me asking if they even had that was even funnier.

You may be asking, as I still am…. What in the world is a Starbucks Black Eye?   Apparently its along the lines of very dark roast with a double shot of espresso.  We think!    If you know better, let me know.

Welcome to my world!  🙂

 

 

End of Summer

It’s been a crazy summer. If you have not seen me lately it’s because we’ve been really busy. Praises to the Lord for the strength He gives to continue on. We are richly blessed and are thankful for every moment. As we close out summer and begin our school activities, I thought it would be fun to share a few of our special moments.

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Starting out with Summerfest and Music.  Lindsey Stirling was amazing!

 

 

 

 

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How about a glass of wine and a little Shakespeare in the park overlooking the city?  Cheese and crackers anyone?
The night market was fun.  Listening to music, walking the vendors, and watching the ice sculpture slowly melt in the 80 degree evening.
The night market was fun. Listening to music, walking the vendors, and watching the ice sculpture slowly melt in the 80 degree evening.

 

 

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Who could believe we would once again venture down to Disney.  Especially when we said we would never go during summer.  We did enjoy several aspects however, that we would not have enjoyed had we not gone….
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Frozen Festival in the summer…..
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And seeing some friends of old!  What a great night of selfies, dancing, blue blinking lights and sore feet.  🙂

 

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Learning how to make several Korean dishes while listening to friends play the kids instruments.  
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Water park with the cousins.

 

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One of the best parts of summer was attending the North American Championships in Maxville, ON.  Ten bands competed for the North American Championship in Grade II…. 

 

 

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Meet the winners of the North American Championships….Yes!!!! Greater Midwest Pipe Band.   Well worth all of the travel and the work.  Something the kids will never forget.  Next year Scotland and the World’s?  
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Who could forget session in a local pub.  Playing fiddle with friends and classmates.  
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On stage with Liz Carroll at Irish Fest.  Playing just before a monsoon of rain, constant lightning, and wind gusts that nearly blew us over.  It did end up being a great night once the rain stopped.  Took longer for the lightning, we just avoided sitting on the metal bleachers.  

 

 

 

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Our daughter celebrated her 16th birthday which was not only her sweet 16, yet also her golden birthday.  It was a day of celebration with friends, a limo, dinner and a masquerade party.  

 

 

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Yes this is me..scaring a dear friend at the end of the Jurassic World movie.  It was  hilarious… and I’m sure if she would have thought of doing it to me, she would have!  🙂 
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And lastly, a fun night with mom and daughter attending a Saucy Suffragette party with our friends and Attorney General for our stat celebrating 95 years.  Should we be worried that the only thing we had to buy in order to dress time period, were the hats?  What a great night.

I hope dear friends that your summer was as full and as exciting with thankful blessings of family and fun.  I do hope to begin blogging more consistently in the next few weeks.  I have plenty of Feline Friday pictures to post.  🙂  And a great many thoughts of God’s ever present providential care in our lives.  God’s blessings to you all and to your families

America and Church

“Many congregations in denominations we thought we could trust are simply not churches.”  Chantrynotes Aug. 7

There is not much more to say on the matter, Tom has summed up much of a cultural disaster here in America.  Who’s to blame?   What do we as Christians do?  What is our responsibility?   What is the responsibility of the church?

Hope you will continue reading the last two posts on the matter.

http://chantrynotes.wordpress.com/2015/08/06/i-blame-us-part-4-the-failure/

http://chantrynotes.wordpress.com/2015/08/07/i-blame-us-part-5-the-recovery/

Thoughts…

Just as my own posts touch some and slide by others, there are posts from fellow bloggers that I read over and over and then there are those that I skim.  Some have meaning to me and some do not.  I try to be compassionate to the writer by reading as much as I can and trying to take an interest, just as I hope others do for my writing.  In a busy world it’s not always easy.

All that being said, when I see a post that absolutely should be shared with others and is thought provoking, I try to share it here.  Not often enough, yet I make efforts when I can.

The last three days there have been some posts that I think are worth sharing here and I hope will be opened and read and shared again.  Thought provoking and well written.

http://chantrynotes.wordpress.com/2015/08/03/i-blame-us-part-1-the-collapse/

http://chantrynotes.wordpress.com/2015/08/04/i-blame-us-part-2-the-law/

http://chantrynotes.wordpress.com/2015/08/05/i-blame-us-part-3-the-rejection/

 

Judgement Of Self

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Trials in our lives come in many shapes, sizes and severities.    The type of trial in our lives can sometimes be so  overwhelming to the soul that if not managed properly can turn our hearts toward bitterness, defeat, and death.

Starting this blog 2 years ago, it was an avenue to express myself during a trial of illness.  It has been a wonderful way of expression and a way to reach out to others so that I can share my own experience in overcoming and accepting.  My illness was only one of many trials I have had to overcome in my life and was certainly not the worst.   With great encouragement I found that the Lord never left my side and I was confident of His presence over my life and that of my family.  Just as He had in other, more devastating times.  With the help of a handful of wonderful sisters in Christ I had fellowship, with the daily hands on help of my family I was cared for physically, and I was nourished daily in the Word by the faith that tenders my heart.

That being said, I was taken aback by an assumption made that I was in need of feeding due to my lack of faith and or doubts that my illness had provoked.  What?  Really?  As I pondered this assumption by a loving soul, I began to pray about it and ask those closest to me at that time if that was truly what I had shown to others.  Politely they replied the opposite, which then had me questioning myself and if I had been truly honest with my internal feelings.  I had to take what was implied, consider what had been true to others who actually spent time with me during that time and take an observation of my own mind, heart and faith.   The similarities of Job and his strength turning to doubt because of assumptions became very evident to me in a very short amount of time.  Prayerfully with thanksgiving, I was reassured with my past prayer journaling  and my blogging.

As the days passed in my dwelling on this, I began to make my own judgements and fell into sin making assumptions of someone else’s intentions, which I should not have.  I began to pray over this and with great comfort felt convicted that the judgement someone placed over me helped me to realize that I too am capable of and do judge others.  As that one conversation sparked a hurt in me, I began to consider others  and judge them as I had been judged.  It, in my mind, began to look like a merry go round without an end.  The hurt I felt, was being passed on to others through my own judging.  Not acceptable!

I feel that the privilege of knowing how I was perceived by someone outside of my caring few was that I was able to see myself pridefully begin to judge others as less than myself, including the person that made an inaccurate assumption about my own trial and my faith.   Painful as it may sound, I see it as a blessing.  I have thus been able to pray about it, repent for it, and pray for those who I have judged and for those who judge me.  I also have had the blessing of wanting to do more to set an example that would glorify God in my healing and overcoming.  For many do not know that which lies in my heart and that which the Lord has placed in my path.  Just as sweetly as the Lord has guided me through, I pray that He will also guide those who struggle, not just with trials, yet also with doubt and sin.

I thank the Lord for this lesson, as sad as it made me feel.   I consider it to be a blessing that I was shown my own sin through that which was presented by another.

In reading C.H. Surgeon – A Popular Exposition to the Gospel according to Matthew Chapter 7, I found my observation of such matters reassuring.  That my own unpleasing thoughts were hypocritical and that which deserved to be repented for and dealt with.

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Matthew 7:1-2. Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.

Use your judgment, of course: the verse implies that you will judge in a right sense. But do not indulge the criticizing faculty upon others in censorious manner, or as if you were set in authority, and had a right to dispense judgment among your fellows. If you impute motives, and pretend to read hearts, others will do the same towards you. A hard and censorious behaviour is sure to provoke reprisals. Those around you will pick up the peck measure you have been using, and measure your corn with it. You do not object to men forming a fair opinion of your character, neither are you forbidden to do the same towards them, but as you would object to their sitting in judgment upon you, do not sit in judgment upon them. This is not the day of judgment, neither are we his Majesty’s judges, and therefore we may not anticipate the time appointed for the final assize, nor usurp the prerogatives of the Judge of all the earth. Surely, if I know myself aright, I need not send my judgment upon circuit to try other men, for I can give it full occupation in my own Court of Conscience to try the traitors within my own bosom.
Matthew 7:3-5. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cut out the mote out of thy brother’s eye.

The judging faculty is best employed at home. Our tendency is to spy out splinters in other men’s eyes, and not to see the beam in our own. Instead of beholding, with gratified gaze, the small fault of another, we should act reasonably if we penitently considered the greater fault of ourselves. It is the beam in our own eye which blinds us to our own wrong doing; but such blindness does not suffice to excuse us, since it evidently does not shut our eyes to the little error of our brother. Officiousness pretends to play the oculist; but in very truth it plays the fool. Fancy a man with a beam in his eye pretending to deal with so tender a part as the eye of another, and attempting to remove so tiny a thing as a mote or splinter! Is he not a hypocrite to pretend to be so concerned about other men’s eyes, and yet he never attends to his own? Jesus is gentle, but he calls that man a “hypocrite “ who fusses about small things in others and pays no attention to great matters at home in his own person. Our reformations must begin with ourselves, or they are not true, and do not spring from a right motive. Sin we may rebuke, but not if we indulge it. We may protest against evil, but not if we willfully practice it. The Pharisees were great at censuring, but slow at amending. Our Lord will not have his kingdom made up of hypocritical theorists, he calls for practical obedience to the rules of holiness. After we are ourselves sanctified, we are bound to be eyes to the blind, and correctors of unholy living; but not till then. Till we have personal piety, our preaching of godliness is sheer hypocrisy. May none of us provoke the Lord to say to us, “Thou hypocrite”!
Matthew 7:6. Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.

When men are evidently unable to perceive the purity of a great truth, do not set it before them. They are like mere dogs, and if you set holy things before them they will be provoked to “turn again and rend you”: holy things are not for the profane. “Without are dogs”: they must not be allowed to enter the holy place. When you are in the midst of the vicious, who are like “swine,” do not bring forth the precious mysteries of the faith, for they will despise them, and “trample them under their feet” in the mire.
You are not needlessly to provoke attack upon yourself, or upon the higher truths of the gospel. You are not to judge, but you are not to act without judgment. Count not men to be dogs or swine; but when they avow themselves to be such, or by their conduct act as if they were such, do not put occasions in their way for displaying their evil character. Saints are not to be simpletons; they are not to be judges, but, also, they are not to be fools. Great King, how much wisdom thy precepts require! I need thee, not only to open my mouth, but also at times to keep it shut.

Prayer to remember:  Great King, how much wisdom thy precepts require! I need thee, not only to open my mouth, but also at times to keep it shut.

 

Feline Friendly Fridays

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“Is this for me? I’m following the two paw program…I’m sitting in the chair and not on your table. Come on mom… just a lick?” Mom replies….”No! Cat’s like real milk and that is almond milk. However, you do get bonus points and a treat reward for following the two paw program when it comes to my table.”

 

Cat Play

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“Hey Oliver…mom won’t feed us lunch, but I think I found a solution.”
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“Oh yeah….I see what you mean.”
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“I think if I stretch I can reach it. That’s right birdie, keep your head turned.”
"Hello Birdie, want to come in for lunch?"
“Hello Birdie, want to come in for lunch?”
Smart Bird replies, "Thank you very much for the invitation but I think I'll pass.  I just wanted to check out the nice digs you two have.   Maybe another time."
Smart Bird replies, “Thank you very much for the invitation but I think I’ll pass. I just wanted to check out the nice digs you two have. Maybe another time.  Although, I saw a crow and I’ll let him know your having a party.  “