Smorgasbord

Here are a few random, thoughts, observations, quotes, and songs that have run through my brain today.


Little kids like to do things grown-ups do, even if it's gross.
For instance, when James urinated (is there really a good word to describe this?  A few are going through my head now, and none really seem fit for polite conversation.  It's making me think of that segment on our favorite potty-training dvd, Elmo's Potty Time, when everyone's shouting out what they call things:  "Wee Wee!  Woo Woo!  Pee pee!  Poo poo! #1! #2!...and so on.) on the carpet TWICE this afternoon when he had been stripped of his diaper in preparation for his bath, Ella begged for the privilege of scrubbing the carpet with the Resolve.  "Um, sure, sweetheart.  Have at it."


Little boys like to urinate at all times and in all places just because they can.
I mean, this isn't something new for me.  I have three younger brothers.  The highlight of a good hike was leaving the trail to, ahem, "tinkle" just because they could.  And my son, after going on the carpet right outside the bathroom door, couldn't resist running back to my closet to give it a whirl there, too.


This quote from Elizabeth Elliot's, Let Me Be a Woman.
The word husband carries the connotation of conserving, caring for, managing, or protecting.  A wife needs to allow herself to be cherished.  Let him "husband" you...So I am not fearful of your being a clinging vine.  But do let him cherish you.  He is your husband."
I'm thankful for my husband.  I like being cherished by him.


This quote from Jonathan Edwards
And scarce any thing, among all the works of nature, was so sweet to me as thunder and lightning; formerly, nothing had been so terrible to me. Before, I used to be uncommonly terrified with thunder, and to be struck with terror when I saw a thunder storm rising; but now, on the contrary, it rejoiced me. I felt God, so to speak, at the first appearance of a thunder storm; and used to take the opportunity, at such times, to fix myself in order to view the clouds, and see the lightnings play, and hear the majestic and awful voice of God's thunder, which oftentimes was exceedingly entertaining, leading me to sweet contemplations of my great and glorious God. While thus engaged, it always seemed natural to me to sing, or chant for my mediations; or, to speak my thoughts in soliloquies with a singing voice.
I was out driving when a thunderstorm sprang up, and I saw several lightning flashes; it made me think of this.  


This Song by Shane and Shane
She hides her face, it seems too good
for Your embrace to find her.
and say, "my dove, your voice is sweet
show me your form... your form is lovely."

Your mercy reigns.
Your mercy comes.
Your mercy falls
and rises with the sun.

It's new every morning,
It's new every morning,
It's good enough for me.

No ear has heard a melody
as sweet as yours for her.
It seems too good, so undeserved.
My heart faints now, for we are her. 


I remember the first time I heard that song in college and being a bit amazed at a combination of scripture from Lamentations and Song of Solomon.  They seem unlikely bedfellows, don't you think?  I've been realizing over and over again in the past few months how works-oriented I am in my relationship with God.  I think that probably comes with the territory in being a first-born child.  It's not something I'm conscious of until I find myself feeling so guilt-ridden over all my imperfections, forgetting and not fully grasping the depth of Christ's love for me and all that His salvation has accomplished, and how I am fully known, yet fully accepted in the Beloved, just as KJ knows me and accepts and loves me unconditionally despite the sin that only he may see.  I need the reminder of the gospel story moment by moment.  It's so liberating, because my own striving will never end in my perfection but only in my frustration.


So there you have it.  A little theology, a little bit of my spiritual journey, a little bit of "wee-wee."  Quite the selection tonight.