A culture of comforts

The story of Temple Grandins life is amazing. She lived (and is probably still) living most of her life "outside" of her comfort zone. It has recently occurred me that just as there are different levels of intensity of comfort, there must also be different levels of pain . . . . and somewhere in the middle they must meet. Bending my leg too long creates pain and then eventually causes it to fall asleep. Then there is bending it too _far_ and pulling / breaking something. This is painful. Sleeping next to my bride on my cozy mattress is comfortable, sleeping in a sleeping bag next to my son on the floor is a bit uncomfortable, being taken prisoner and being forced to sleep naked on cold concrete would be painful.

Our Lord Jesus left all the comforts of heaven, not just to be uncomfortable for us, but to experience agonizing emotional and physical pain.

When I dwell on my comforts I see what I've got, When I step out of my comfort zone to serve others I serve Him. The more I step out into extreme discomfort (with a correct motive) the more I grow. Grow in many ways . . . to be more like Him
  • sirtarin
    Good things to contemplate. Thank you.
    by sirtarin at 05/22/11 3:37PM
  • tryphena
    Good thoughts...they made me uncomfortable. I wish they made me feel more pain...
    by tryphena at 05/22/11 8:54PM
  • sirtorin
    Thank you for sharing these thoughts.
    by sirtorin at 05/23/11 4:50PM
  • misssonja
    WELL DONE -- What a happy day :) :) :)
    by misssonja at 12/02/11 11:52PM
  • sirtarin
    Happy Birthday, Mr. Capehart! =)
    by sirtarin at 12/20/11 11:24AM
  • cyber_space_cadet
    Happy Birthday, Bill!
    by cyber_space_cadet at 12/20/11 1:51PM

Writing Tickets

Does a police officer ever get tired of writing tickets? What if those tickets put that person out of work (trucking industry for example), does the office tire of it?
Sometime back I commented to my boss about a completely unmarked new shiny Ram truck that had pulled someone over. Later I lamented on how difficult it is to have a gift to do something you totally loathe. I was referring to my ability to properly use various level of disciplinary action from verbal to termination. A lot of time, effort, and stress goes into encouraging someone to change past behavior for the good of themselves and the company.

His reply "Well, someone has to write the tickets".

  • sirtarin
    I can't imagine discipline ever being an easy thing to do, at least in some senses, even if it is necessary, and for their benefit, so I can see it growing wearisome. However, "Let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary." Galatians 6:9.

    Maybe I'll remember to ask my police officer uncle if he ever gets tired of writing tickets sometime. =)
    by sirtarin at 03/09/11 9:39AM
  • tryphena
    I don't think they get tired of it. They probably get tired of HAVING to do it. If a trooper writes a ticket because a trucker was speeding or driving irregularly, he would have to think he may have saved a life. Of course, I come at this from a different angle, because I love policemen. :-) My daddy is a retired state cop.

    Just as disciplining people at work is for the good of the person and the company as a whole, writing tickets are good for the person (to stop self-destructive activity) and society as a whole.

    Love the analogy! Just thinking...I'm the disciplinarian at our company, and I rather enjoy putting things to rights. Probably a chip off the ol' block, huh?
    by tryphena at 03/09/11 9:49AM
  • sirtorin
    Something to think about, certainly. I hope I can continue with never having given an officer cause to have to write me a ticket.
    by sirtorin at 03/09/11 4:35PM
  • chessman
    I'm there! Still working up the talk, but it will be about control.
    We're green for a Skype test at 0600 CDT 22 Apr (2000I).
    by chessman at 04/21/11 6:23PM

Life changing events

Lentils have never really been one of my favorite staples. No matter how they are cooked, they are still, well, just lentils.
15 years ago a dear friend was over to our house as my bride had just gone into labor. The sun had risen and a baby was girl born. I came downstairs so hungry I could _almost_ sell my birthright. Our friend fixes me a huge plate of tacos in which I begin to devour saying how good they were. She then smiles with that "Gotcha" smile and says, "thank you, I'm glad you like them, its lentils!"
I have never really been the same since and I don't know if it is the lentils or the little girl :)
  • tryphena
    She is precious!!
    by tryphena at 02/28/11 11:40AM
  • sirtarin
    by sirtarin at 02/28/11 11:41AM
  • misssonja
    I guess that explains why you're full of beans? He he.
    by misssonja at 02/28/11 11:42AM
  • cyber_space_cadet
    My vote goes to the "little" girl. ;)

    Wasn't that Rebecca's birthday at the park? If so, that was a seriously fun day. Awesome storm...I never did get the mud stains out of Rob's shirt. :D
    by cyber_space_cadet at 02/28/11 11:49AM
  • sylvanhistorian
    Wow. You and mom both wrote amazing posts on this... amazing and so very different (and typical) :)
    by sylvanhistorian at 02/28/11 11:54AM
  • deputyheadmistress
    I was tickled that Daddy gets the times all wrong, but he correctly remembers the food connected with the birth of his child.=) (it was supper time, not breakfast).
    by deputyheadmistress at 02/28/11 12:26PM
  • meditationis
    Congratulations on having a lovely 15yo!
    by meditationis at 02/28/11 12:46PM
  • sallyanne
    This is really sweet!
    by sallyanne at 02/28/11 3:42PM
  • misssonja
    I was wondering why someone fixed him bean tacos for breakfast :P
    by misssonja at 02/28/11 8:52PM
  • misssonja
    I think I would like an amateur coach better -- ha ha !!!
    by misssonja at 03/01/11 4:12PM
  • lauriw1030
    I love that girl, too!
    by lauriw1030 at 03/02/11 10:49PM

Parents as victims

Some of the best advice I received once was on the difficulty of seeing “Our Parents as Victims”.

Once when I was about sixteen I was talking to my father regarding my uncle (my mother’s brother, parents divorced years before) who was once in jail and I was just starting to date this uncle’s girlfriend’s daughter who lived in a nearby town. Somehow the conversation got heated and I mentioned something about my dad’s dad who had passed when I was about 10, and my father spoke louder to me than he ever had or has ever since. “You don’t have any idea what my father was like when I was a boy”, he cried aloud.
I pondered it and realized that, I didn’t know. Looking back I can now envision what it must have been like. I was recently informed by a cousin that my grandfather was very hard on my aunt, his youngest child. This man passed away when she was sixteen.
Sure, I am told that my grandfather became a Christian late in life and was very sorrowful for his sins. That is good, because our God is gracious; however he left scars in others lives.
He was raised without a daddy in the home, and his young home life is more than I want to go into at this time.
When I look at my parents, both of whom have been married five times, mother twice to the same man I _see_ grownups who should be competent adults, healed of all pain and injuries that occurred to them as children so long ago. They were the victims.
I desire to be patient and forgive victims when they have wronged me. Most importantly when my children look back on me, if they see a victim, I want them to be able to see that this victim overcame the victimization.
The song “Cat’s in the cradle” never does look back to see what the fathers father was like.
Young children can be victims, and can my parents.
  • sirtarin
    Good things to ponder. Thanks.
    by sirtarin at 02/02/11 5:21PM
  • tryphena
    True. I have considered only in the past several years how my parents' childhoods must have affected their parenting of me...and so on to the next generation...not always in the same way; sometimes we react in opposition to the poor choices of others.
    by tryphena at 02/02/11 5:49PM
  • curlie
    Great thoughts.
    by curlie at 02/02/11 6:10PM

Love Lives On

I have recently been listening to this song twice a day. Once on the way to work and again on the way home. It sure set's the tone for what is really important in my day!
It's on the HEROS album by Paul Overstreet.

Written by Paul Overstreet & Taylor Dunn

This house was built by my Grandpa
He built it to stand strong and tall
But like my Daddy says it’s
bound to fall
Time will take its toll

Cause everything that’s
built by man
Will someday come to an end
So when you grow up and build
your home
Build on love, cause love lives on.

Love live on, Love lives on
Even when the heartbeat’s gone
It won’t rust or turn to stone
Life may end but love lives on.

See that picture black and white
of a young man and his wife
Taken on their wedding night
Fifty years ago.

They were young, but now
they’re old
Time has dulled their rings of gold
But see their love is just as strong
Cause they lived on love, now love
lives on

Repeat Chorus

Love cannot be bound by time
Or chained to some old yesterday
They’ll leave their children and
their children’s children
Something that won’t pass away.

They were young, but now
they’re old
Time has dulled their rings of gold
but the seeds love are
growing strong
Cause they lived on love, now love
lives on.
  • cyber_space_cadet
    What a great message. I'm glad it's an encouragement to you.
    by cyber_space_cadet at 12/28/10 9:39PM
  • somebodystolemybday
    We have a cassete tape of some of his songs...this one is on it.....it IS a good song. :)
    by somebodystolemybday at 12/29/10 5:53AM
  • sirtarin
    Great lyrics. I don't think I've heard that song before. And a quick check on Youtube didn't bring it up. Mayhaps sometime I'll hear it. =)
    by sirtarin at 12/29/10 3:36PM
  • sirtorin
    I very much like those words. I'd like to hear the song sometime too. =)
    by sirtorin at 12/29/10 3:49PM
  • preciousgoldring
    I LOVE this song!
    by preciousgoldring at 04/11/11 11:50AM