The Clinic

Last Friday was a rough day – game wise.

One of my sons was so intent on his task at tackling an oncoming receiver, that he did not see the defender that pushed him out of bounds.

Another was placed as a middle linebacker after the original was injured. He had not practiced in that position before. He understood the generalities of the position, but not some of the more subtle nuances or code words. Not only that, the player on the other side had an affinity for racial slurs.

After one of the plays, the players on the field took a knee for an injury timeout. I could see the brown leg. That’s my son. He had gotten the wind knocked out of him by that same player. He was breathing hard in frustration and anger but did not tell the coach or referees what had been happening on the field. He wanted to minimize the possibility of physical retaliation by his teammates.

It was a rough day – game wise.

But, in addition to the coaches on the sidelines, there was a coach in the stands. He had a complete view of the field.

The next morning, after breakfast, my husband asks me to send the fellas to him. This is not unusual for a Saturday morning. I tell them, “Guys, your dad says that it’s time to get some work done.”

Ten minutes later, I go outside to my car. I notice that I do not hear the sound of the lawn mowers, the garage is down, and my husband and sons are nowhere to be found – but my husband’s car is still in the driveway. Where could they be?

I look out a window to the backyard and see this:

The Clinic 2 The Clinic 1

My husband was conducting a morning football clinic. Love me some him!

Has it been a rough day? a rough week? a rough month? Just rough? Have you felt blindsided while intent on doing the right thing? Have you been thrust into a new situation, unsure of what you are doing, and being attacked in the process? Have you felt as though the wind was knocked out of you?

Don’t worry. There is One who has a complete view – not just of place, but of time. When we gather in worship, we have an opportunity to learn from Him. Think of it as a spiritual clinic…

Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching. (Hebrews 10:25)

PC? And I’m not talking about Windows…

as-one-devil-to-anotherWe are reading As One Devil to Another, by Richard Platt. It is written in the same style as The Screwtape Letters,” by C.S. Lewis. In our home, it is a right of passage, an entrance into homeschool high school, to interact with the dramatized version.

I found this quote to be spot on:

“Political Correctness gives us the advantage of inflaming hypersensitivities of every kind, neutralizing charity, and diverting human attention from realities which should cause them real dismay, and ultimately, if all goes well, reducing issues of spiritual life to semantics, etymology and catchphrases.”

– Slashreap, (“As One Devil to Another” by Richard Platt)

“Excuse me for saying…”

I met Mary Lois Sweatt when I was five years old. My mom asked if I wanted to take dance from Mrs. Sweatt. So, I became a member of the Mary Lois School of Dance. I later became a member of the performing company, a student instructor, instructor, and a member of the Ella Lois Hudson Ensemble – thirty-one years. My daughter was also a member of the dance school. From Mrs. Sweatt, I learned that if you want to be in dances that are back-to-back, you gotta change clothes quickly (“strip out, strip back in”). Come to think of it, that advice has served well as the mother of five. We learned that when you close up at night, you make sure that everyone’s car starts up, and you leave together – no one is left behind. We were taught that anyone can become more graceful – in movement and character.

The year after I was presented as a Cotillion Idlewild debutante, 1984, I accepted the invitation she gave to all former debs – to come and assist in the choreography. She demonstrated how to combine the skill levels of newly grouped individuals, and create an event where everyone felt comfortable, capable and confident – and looked good doing it. I assisted until Alisa was presented. That year, Mrs. Sweatt passed the baton to me – and I served until 2000 or 2002.

But, the summer before my freshman year of high school, we moved in down the street from the Sweatt family. I got some of my driving skills from riding to Skyline with James. Alisa and I chaperoned slumber parties for Mary and served in each other’s wedding. Ana taught me how to choose mangoes, and Dr. Sweatt advised me when I wanted to provide the gift of golf to my husband.

She was another example of a woman who was wife and business woman. As instructors, we knew that she would open the studio, but she would leave when it was time for her husband to return home so that she could prepare dinner. When he retired, she retired.

She helped me in the beginning months of my marriage and just asked that I pass it on to her daughters when they wed because she might be otherwise preoccupied. She passed on fashion advice – just because you are a mother doesn’t mean you have to look matronly. You knew something heavy was coming when she began with, “Excuse me for saying…”

She is a woman of love, of grace, and vision. I have to say, “is,” because those characteristics are in her children and grandchildren. My heart is heavy at her passing, but my life was made lighter because she lived. RIP Mrs. Sweatt.

Celebrate: Life-Giving Home

My word for the year is “Celebrate.”
I want to do more than just survive. I want to thrive. To move past factual and functional into festive.

Lifegiving Home

One of my favorite authors has co-authored a book with her daughter. When you visit her blog, the banner states, Celebrate a Lifegiving Home. I have the book on my Kindle. The Lifegiving Home experience came in the mail today. It is a 12-month guided journey.