Monday, July 10, 2017

The Pearly gate that I was

refering to was the SATs themselves.
I love that you asked me that question. It means that you are reading my blogs or have read that post, at least. The SAT is a gate, because it is to college, what tying your shoes is to kindergarten. It is a compilation of completed tasks and knowledge that are expected to allow you to be successful in the next phase of education. It is pearly, because it is shined and thought out and constantly being renewed as a pearl is in the mouth of the clam. The SAT test is not an exclusion, but an inclusion to tell people what still needs to be discovered by this treasure hunter of education. He's got this and that and he needs this and that.
It also sharpens the mind to undertake an evaluation of skills in a better and better way. That skill is necessary and a growth process.
You are being sharpened and sharpened through the education process and the goal is full usefulness in God's calling upon your life. No person can tell you that this is done and it never will be done. Education is not an end in itself and your skills may fall outside of the pail of what is developed in the education process. Still, everything in education can translate into whatever it is that God has called you to do.
Graduation is an end of something. As you walk ahead, in the light of what you've learned from your home and your schools, may God give you insight and direction for the future and some tests can help you ascertain your purpose....
Thus Pearly Gates!
Please read The Pearl by John Steinbeck

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Saturday, June 10, 2017

My Graduate decided to

ask discretely for a special mother son haircut moment. Just before the graduation. I promise not to cry at the wonder of it. Thank you, Irma Bombeck for your wonderful counsel on such a moment in "Mothering"book.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Why would we ever need such a thing as a thimble?

Thank God for the gadgets that have simplified our lives and made thimbles a thing of the past. I feel saddened about this. Thimbles were always used by my grandmas and they had them in dishes all about the house. They all could wield a needle with winsomeness and precision. There wasn't an occasion that a needle and thimble wasn't drawn from the purse with respect and great usefulness. There was always a button to be replaced or a hem to be fixed. I took it for granted. I rolled my eyes each time they whipped stitches swiftly and purposefully before my eyes. Dresses that I put on that were their handiwork with pins inplace to make sure that I hadn't put on a few pounds between the measuring and the final occasion. I mocked and scoffed at the choices of necklines and the choices of material. I hate flowers on them, Grandma! I want a plain dress! I want a storebought dress, just one time! That time came and I was so sad to see it come! I can't be sure I have the time to sew your wedding dress, said Grandma to me, with a severity that still brings tears to my eyes.

She held on until the very end and missed the day by 2 whole days, but she was there for every fitting. She said, if you miss this appointment in life, you are a greater fool than I can say. I won't miss it Grandma! Don't miss any delivery God gives you. I won't miss it Gram. and now I haven't and she was right. Every delivery, is from our God in heaven. Pain and agonies alongside, mental and physical, each relationship is worth it! She said your mother gave me the greatest gift, all those babies. I believe her. She is my thimble and I will never, ever, ever sideline her message. Expand the waistline and make the dress fit the occasion, don't terminate.