The Twins: Snitty and Snatty

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Proverb 31:26 “She opens her mouth with wisdom; her tongue is the law of kindness.”

Good morning and be comforted in the knowledge that God loves you and watches over you.  The weather here has blessed us with a brief deluge of an Illinois morning shower. Near 80° already today, a pleasant day for working at fall chores outdoors perhaps?  We’re plucking tomatoes off the vines and cutting gorgeous roses from our climbers out back.  Don’t have the heart to tell them both that their time to shine is almost past.  Oh well, they will sense it soon, as surely as my body definitely recognizes its advance towards the 70+ year mark.

The proverb today came to mind when I was overtaken with a craving to refund a “snitty” for a “snatty.”  Do you ever catch that modus operandi making for a hasty leap onto your pages of life before you’ve even given it a thought?  Only a listening ear for that all too familiar whisper of God will rescue you from a nasty fall from grace.

“Wisely choose your words,” it exhorts us.   Yes, Father, I shall.  However, I need a few seconds, rather, minutes to spit these despicable expressions down the drain that you see hanging from my lower lip.   I thought I had flushed those years ago.  Really.  Sorry.

“Speak kindly words that are sufficient for the time and place.”   Yes, Father, I hear you.  Kindly is a choice word:  Friendly, caring, gentle, compassionate, and more.  Nice.  All are well-spoken and fit for a king, or a child of the king.  Hey, that’s me!  I am His child.  Amen.

I suddenly realized that kindly is how I want to be treated, and by returning snatty with a kindness . . . well, that takes away the sting, the pain, the chance of misunderstanding, and the further lowering of respect for that person about to receive my snitty in return.    That’s how my Father expects me to live.

I’m surely glad my Father whispers to me!  He loves me, this I know . . .  for the Bible tells me so.

An afternoon and evening of kindly phrases and praises to you all.  Shalom

O teach me, Lord, that I my teach

The precious things Thou dost impart

And wing my words that they may reach

The hidden depths of many a heart.

~~Frances R. Havergal, 1872

 

Life’s Blurs

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Just a thought…

I read a newspaper article about a celebrity who died recently; an auction house was selling off his memorabilia. The word memorabilia caught my interest. What memorabilia did this celebrity own, souvenirs from foreign countries, mementos of movies he starred in, or relics from past relationships?

My imagination flashbacked to a slide show of possibilities. It was not long before the thread carried over to my own mementos. What fluff and necessities surround my persona to add spice to my life? Memorabilia personify our lives; they scream uniqueness.

A leather jacket we bought with our first paycheck, a 50th birthday cake candle, a favorite writing pen, a torn theater ticket… each hold special meaning to us. They are the original time machine, returning us to moments when the world coddled us in a special way.

I find them to be those little blurs in life that shadow us as we go through life. They stop by our memories like old friends, repine a moment or two, then let go till next time.

A special keepsake of mine is a handwritten letter from my grandmother. When I clutch it, I transfer back to my youthful days, helping Gramma iron handkerchiefs, exploring the back yard for 4-leaf clovers, or sipping a small glass of coca cola she poured for me. Her handwriting leaps off the envelope right to my heart, warming my spirit with her angelic presence.

Memorabilia… what a fine word.

A RANG MA

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A Rang Ma

(An anagrammed poem using chiefly the letters in my name, bold, CAPITALIZED and italicized.)

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I WREST the BREW

SNEER ANEW

BEWARE the STEW!

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ENSNARE BEARS!

BEAR the BANNER

SANE ANSWER

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BARE TREES

BEES and WRENS

REST SERENE

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SEE!

 NaPoWriMo    Day 25

 

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Just a Whimsy

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The forest boasts a hefty hart;

It has a robust spirited heart.

I love crusty whole wheat bread.

The kitty cats have briefly bred.

She bought a new fireplace grate;

It shines and really looks so great.

My heart always skips a beat

Whenever I eat a bright red beet.

This blog is such an amusing site;

Eyes twitch and twitter at the sight.

Do you need some willow wood?

I’d cut some for you, yes, I would.

I love traveling this scenic road;

Upon it once a horse I rode.

The slate roof has a very bad leak;

The weedy garden grew a tall leek.

Through the grimy window I peek;

The hiker scaled a mountain peak.

The train teased the outer rail;

My lung is snorting a brassy rale.

This pen is priced on one big sale;

The boat is close to setting sail.

The foul monkey has a long tail;

The devious liar has a long tale.

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NaPoWriMo  Day 12

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A little whimsy!

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Snit for Snat

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Proverb 31:26 “She opens her mouth with wisdom; her tongue is the law of kindness.”

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Good morning and may you be comforted in the knowledge that God loves you and watches over you.  The weather here has swapped its fall light jacket for a return to its short sleeve shirt feature.  Near 80° today, a pleasant day for finishing fall chores outdoors perhaps?  We’re plucking tomatoes off the vines and cutting gorgeous roses from our climbers out back.  Don’t have the heart to tell them both that their time to shine is a bit past.  Oh, well, they will sense it soon, as surely as my body definitely recognizes its advance towards the 71 year mark.

The proverb today came to mind when I was overtaken with a craving to refund a snitty for snatty.  Do you ever catch that modus operandi making for a hasty leap onto your pages of life before you’ve even given it a thought?  Only a listening ear for that all too familiar whisper of God will rescue you from a nasty fall from grace.

“Wisely choose your words,” it exhorts us.   Yes, Father, I shall.  However, I need a few seconds, rather, minutes to spit these despicable expressions down the drain that you see hanging from my lower lip.   I thought I had flushed those years ago.  Really.  Sorry.

“Speak kindly words that are sufficient for the time and place.”    Yes, Father, I hear you.  Kindly is a choice word:  Friendly, caring, gentle, compassionate, and more.  Nice.   All are well-spoken and fit for a king, or a child of the king.  Hey, that’s me!  I am His child.  Amen.

I suddenly realized that kindly is how I want to be treated, and by returning snatty with a kindness . . . well, that takes away the sting, the pain, the chance of misunderstanding, and the further lowering of respect for that person about to receive my snitty in return.    That’s how my Father expects me to live.

I’m surely glad my Father whispers to me!  He loves me, this I know . . .  for the Bible tells me so.

An afternoon and evening of kindly phrases and praises to you all.

Shalom

God Spoke–I Thought

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How would the landscape look with no sky for a background?

Pop-ups; it’s a pop-up world.

Without a sky background, objects really stand up and out.

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Without a paper background, letters would stand perpendicular upon a surface.

Without electricity, letters would be iconic figures on the keyboard.

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Letters establish words that emanate from thoughts.

Thoughts interact from the chemistry of my mind.

My mind is an organ, a processing medium.

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My body was cultivated within my mother’s womb.

My essence was fashioned from DNA generated from one ancestor to another.

Mankind begat mankind after the Creation.

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Was Mankind fashioned from star dust, once floating in space?

In the beginning was Mankind suspended from the mouth of God?

God spoke and Mankind became living words.

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I’m glad that God spoke!    Aren’t  you?!

Whatever Happened to Reading?

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I read a newspaper article last weekend that stated the U. S. is experiencing one of the lowest literacy rates in the developed world.  Since reading is the most important skill children need to master, where is the oversight committee on this one?  The National Report Card reports that we are in a literacy crisis, with 68% of fourth graders and 69% of eighth graders tested below their grade levels in reading.  Not good.  I wonder if part of the cause is the fact our children are confronted with so many visual contraptions that need only the click of a button on an icon and off they go into Virtual Wonderland. 

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 No matter; the article points out ways to improve their proficiency. 

  • Show children that words are made up of individual sounds blending together into words.  Then practice blending these sounds to form words.
  • Teach them all the sounds different letters have.
  • Make reading fun.
  • Cover pictures in reading books to make it easier to focus on the words.
  • Find answers to their questions so students can learn how English works.

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For more answers to questions about reading English, visit www.logicofenglish.com.   

 

(This article has prompted me to get more involved in tutoring illiterate children and/or adults.  Illiteracy is a huge handicap and grows disadvantaged persons.  How about a hand up for these people?)