Every night we pray. Simon is starting to ask some deep questions.
Simon: I want to see Jesus. How do I see him?
Me: Well Jesus is in heaven with God. You get to see him when you die.
Simon: But I want to see Jesus alive. How can I see Jesus while he’s still alive?
Me: I don’t know. That is a good question we can ask pastor Jon.
[confers with pastor]
Me: I asked Pastor Jon your question. When Jesus was alive he could only see a few people. not all of the people. So he went to heaven so the Holy Spirit could come and live in everybody.
Simon: But I don’t want the Holy Spirit to see everybody. I only want Jesus to see me while he’s alive.
We sang a new song in church and Simon has been singing it at home.
Simon: Better is one day in your courts, Better is one day in your house. Better is one day in your courts.
Me: Do you know what that song means Simon?
Me: It means that spending one day in God’s house is better than any other day. It is the very best day.
Simon: How do I go there?
Me: Well, God’s house is in heaven.
Simon: I want to go there when I am alive with Jesus and see the dead people.
Last month my mom and sister came to visit with my niece. They had a companion flight that was about to expire, so it was the perfect last minute fun. We took the kids to the Met one day. This is the first time we’ve been where Simon is old enough to kind of get it. We made it about three hours (including an overpriced lunch) so I was impressed. We saw Egypt and a good portion of the American Wing.
Heard from Simon:
“Mom, this is the same Egypt that Sherman and Mr. Peabody went to!”
“I’m scared to touch it (one of the things you were allowed to touch) what if the mummy comes to life?
“This place is amazing!”
“Mom, mom, come look at this one. It’s beautiful.”
I can’t wait to go back.
I’ve moved on from bathroom updates to our bedroom. I can’t actually find any pictures taken specifically of our bedroom. Well there is this one, but you can’t really see the room.
I loved the red and gold when I chose it. I still like it now, but am ready for a change. And because we moved the bed to accommodate Rob’s desk, the red was on the wrong wall. Here it is after the new duvet and switching the nightstand from the window side to the door side. I have to climb over Rob or up from the foot to get in, but I have the window sill and Rob has the nightstand. Before the person on the door side had nowhere to put things (we switch sides without issue).
In the easy update, we moved around art and these beauties are now above the bed. The painting and the new duvet gave color inspiration. Most of the walls, including the red, are going grey – one step darker than the bathroom on the paint strip (left/bottom). The two walls by the bed are going blue/purple (3rd from left/bottom).
Because we are living in the room and don’t have a lot of space, I did the gray half this past weekend. I still need to do a second coat of white on the crown molding, but other than that I’m half way there. Oh, taking the molding from beige to white is the biggest cookie in this project, because if I paint the crown and base I have to do the door frames, and if I do the door frames then the doors and if the doors then the other side…
It did make us clean up the cords under the desk and I went through my bookshelf and have a stack ready to go. In the end it’s about purging and enjoying livable space.
In one of the groups I’m in some things went down today involving a
“Statement of Diversity & Inclusion” and the aftermath of backlash involving some who have a gross misunderstanding of racism and white privilege. It’s not my place to go into specifics, but this has been heavy on my mind all day. So I share this story instead.
In my Intro to Psychology class I teach about altruism and the bystander effect. One of my few personal examples I share in class is in this module. Several years ago I was on the bus home, when I noticed a flashing “Emergency, Call 911” on a passing bus. I asked the driver, “Should I call 911?” The driver responded “He’s probably accidentally hit the switch, don’t worry.” But then I thought, how do I KNOW if it’s an accident or a real situation. The bus has the alert for a reason. So I called 911 and a patrol car pulled on at the next exit and presumably stopped the bus. I continued on my way home. The moral of the story for my class is – if you aren’t sure, call for help, what’s the harm, but it may help.
Last fall a young black man asked me: “But what if you are in a situation where you are worried that some harm could come to you for calling.”
I had no response. “You’re right, I’m a white woman. I don’t know what I would have done if I were in a place where I could put myself in danger.”
*Just had to get something out on a day my heart is heavy. These are real problems that need real action.*
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