My Cup Runneth Over

Good morning!

I woke up the other morning to this.

A new coffee mug sitting on my nightstand. With a message on it. 💘 A gift from my husband.

Now it might have looked empty to the average onlooker, but to me, it was not. My cup runneth over.

I was driving to Oklahoma City that very morning for surgery. I was NPO. That meant I could have nothing by mouth. Until after surgery due to anesthesia. That meant we could not enjoy our usual morning coffee in bed together as we so regularly do. Yet my sweet husband bought me a mug and told me to take it with me. And have my morning coffee in it the next morning. For we would be apart. He was not joining me, rather staying home holding down the homefires with our construction crew. A friend would be accompanying me.

I’m so blessed. My cup runneth over. I have an awesome husband. A fulfilling job. My home becomes more beautiful each day. All three of my daughters are in great places in their own lives, happy, with wonderful families and futures before them. We have kindergarten baseball players and engagement rings and babies! All three are at different stages, yet all abundantly happy.

How about you? How is your cup looking?

Do you wake up to a cup that says Mornin’ Darlin’ to you each day?

If not, buy one for yourself! Or I will!

Let’s all be thankful. For our blessings. Each and every day. No matter how large or small. And let’s greet each new day with a Mornin’ Darlin’. 😚And a cup of fresh, steaming, hot coffee to start our day off right. But be careful. If you’re not careful, your cup just might runneth over!

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies. Thou annointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over. Psalm 23:5

Love and laughter,

Sandy

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Knees Up

Good Morning!

Knees up.

Another new British term I learned this past weekend. It’s a lively party or gathering. Prince Charles had one for 200 guests at Frogmore House following the Queen’s luncheon reception for 600 after the royal wedding.

We had one ourselves Monday morning from about 4:30 a.m. to close to noon at St. Francis Hospital as family and friends gathered to share in the joyous delivery of my newest grandson, William Pierce. Who by the way arrived close to noon yesterday morning weighing in at a healthy 9 pounds.

And my daughter had her own version of knees up as she pushed new life into this world.

Mom and baby are doing well. The pediatrician called him perfect. That kind of news is worth a lively party or gathering. The miracle of childbirth. And I got to witness it firsthand! My baby having a baby!

Can you imagine what kind of knees up there will be when Jesus returns? When we celebrate God’s own son’s final return? I Can Only Imagine. None of us can. But there will certainly be cause for celebration!

But for last night. Like any gathering, the celebration ended. The party was over. The guests went home. For mom, the labor had ceased. It was time to offer mom and dad and baby rest. Sweet slumber. From the lively welcoming to this world.

And for that we give God thanks. For a healthy delivery and a perfect baby boy.

Congratulations Madden and Andrew! He’s precious!

Come to me all who labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28

Love and laughter,

Sandy

Fascinators

Good morning!

I just this past weekend learned a new term, fascinators. From the Royal Wedding. The women attending the royal affair wore hats and fascinators. A hat fits the head with a brim. A fascinator is more like a headband, a style of millinery.

They were truly fascinating to look at. Each one individually created by desiigner milliners. And custom made to perfectly match their dress or suit.

It kind of made me want one. Mine would be black with net, perhaps a little white and maybe a hot pink feather or flower.

How about you? How would you design a headpiece that would fascinate others? That would be a statement of who you are for all the world to see?

We all know of a famous fascinator, the fascinator of all time, the crown of thorns Christ wore on his head. As a symbol placed there by his accusers to cause him pain and to mock his authority.

As I watched the ladies in all their splendor, I couldn’t help but think of the pain Christ suffered when he wore his fascinator. It was not a festive occasion. He wore it not by his own choosing. He wore it in honor of us. Each one of us, you and me.

Thank you Jesus for wearing a crown of thorns for me.

The soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns, put it on his head, and clothed him in a purple robe. John 19:2

Love and laughter,

Sandy

Uno

Good morning!

This past Friday was fun Friday in my classroom. I had just returned from Oklahoma City, undergoing eye surgery. My left eye was a glorious shade of red. So red it frightened some of my students. But it was a great teaching experience. I showed them what the stent looked like, and explained the procedure to them.

I had told them before I left that they would be having a sub for two days, and if they were good, there would be popsicles when I returned on Friday.

So math on Friday consisted of two boxes of Uno cards and two dozen popsicles in a variety of flavors.

It just so happened that we had a girls’ table and a boys’ table with a few who intermingled.

I explained the directions and monitored the two tables to make sure they grasped the concept of how to play..

It wasn’t all fun and games. You have to follow directions. You have to change directions. Skip a turn. Draw two or four cards. Follow the color or number suit played. And play well with othwrs.

It’s a great game to play! To sharpen their skills without them ever realizing it.

Popsicles were first to avoid sticky fingers. All was going quite well until there was a minor scuffle between two of my 4th grade boys over which one was going to win. One was boasting he was better than the others. It spiraled downhill in a matter of minutes to slinging comments about the other’s mother. I continued the game, but quickly pulled the two aside. I asked the one why he was so angry, and received no reply. I explained to him he needed to use his tool box tools to breathe, to go to his safe, happy place, and to use kind words. That in my classroom we speak positive, encouraging words. We are kind to one another.

I’m all about teaching life skills to my students. Remember, these are students with disabilities. And poverty. If they learn anything from me, it will be to get along with others by being kind. It goes so much farther in life than the math skills I will teach them. Calculators will always be there.

The one young man that was being attacked apologized to me for being disrespectful in front of me, and I appreciated that. The other one said he did not want to apologize. Upon asking why, he said he didn’t want to. He didn’t feel like it, so I left him to sit by himself, not forcing him to do anything against his will. I wanted sincerity. I did gently remind him that if he could apologize he could join the class having fun laughing and playing for the 40 minutes remaining. He wasn’t buying it.

The irony of the situation was even though he was not playing Uno, he became the ultimate definition of Uno. One. All alone. No one to play with because of his choice.

We all have choices in life. Let’s make good ones. Let’s choose to be kind. To quickly forgive. To forget and move on. Life is too short not to do so. None of us want to live life totally Uno. We were made to be in relationship with each other and with our God. He is the only one and only. He is God. Just as Jesus is the one and only son of God.

If you’ve got some down time, might I suggest picking up a box of Uno cards. No matter what your age, it’s good clean fun.

There is one God the Father of whom are all things and we are for him and one Lord Jesus Christ through him are all things and through whom we live. 1 Corinthians 8:6

Love and laughter,

Sandy

Royal Wedding

Good morning!

Today is May 19th. It’s the day the whole world will be watching. It’s the day of the royal wedding. Between Meghan Markle and Prince Harry. At St. George’s Chapel at Windsor Castle in Windsor, UK.

And it’s also my daughter’s due date. Hmmmm.

It’s the day our own little prince is due.

Let’s play a little game in honor of the festivities. First, choose Lord or Lady, depending upon your sex. Then choose a grandparent’s first name, a pet’s name for surname, of, then your street address. For example, my grandson could be Lord William Nellie of Forty-fifth Place.

Try it. What’s your royal name?

Did you know each of you are considered royal? You don’t have to live in the U.K. In a castle. Be named a prince or princess to be royal. We each are considered a royal priesthood by our God.

So get out your crowns or tiaras, put them on, and look in the mirror, and repeat after me, “I am a royal priesthood.” Now feel royal. And act royal. God has made you such. Why not pour a cup of tea, and enjoy the wedding!

But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God’s own possession.1Peter 2:9

Love and laughter,

Sandy

Unicorns

Good morning!

Here I am!

I’m 58 years old! My first year of teaching special ed. Intellectual disabillities my first semester to fourth grade my last semester. It’s a calling. I’d never dreamed this would be my happy place. But it is.

I found this T-shirt on line. It was me. Maybe I’m not so super cute, but it’s sassy, and I love that!

I love helping those who need a little boost up.

It’s like believing in an unicorn. A ficticous beast with a single spiraled horn in the middle of its forehead. A beautiful white horse with a flowing mane and tail.

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Love and laughter,

Sandy

Xen Gel

Good morning!

I just spent the last couple of days in Oklahoma City. I had eye surgery. It was called Xen Gel. Xen Gel implant surgery to be exact. It sounds like a yoga move to me.

It involved putting this tiny stent in the back of my eyeball to drain it.

The joys of getting old. The joys of glaucoma.

But I have to say, if you’re going to have to have a disease, it’s one of the best to have. You don’t even know you have it. No aches no pains, only an eye doctor telling you when your eye pressures are too high. Or losing your peripheral vision or going blind, if it’s not detected or taken care of properly.

Unfortunately for me, drops don’t work. My eye pressures don’t stay where they should be. So I have had to experience several rounds of eye surgeries. This one’s the latest and greatest.

I have a great eye surgeon, Dr. Steven Sarkisian, at the Dean McGee Eye Institute in Oklahoma City, that prays with me before each procedure. The doctor and anesthesiologist are both much younger men than I am, reminding me that I’m not getting any younger. I once was unsure of trusting the younger generation, but now I embrace the new procedures they bring to the table.

A dear friend came along with me as my driver. We used the hundred miles there as a time to catch up. I had told her it would be a girls’ road trip with a side surgery.

I did have some post surgery complications that cramped my style. Several hours with an extreme headache and nausea deterred our lunch plans, but after a call to the surgeon and a run to the nearest pharmacy, Zofran saved the day! I was good to go!

We were able to salvage our plans and end the day with a late dinner at Bricktown sitting outside on the patio at Zio’s enjoying a plate of Lavender Chicken under the lights by the water.

Complete with beginning our stroll by watching a young boy fall into the canal to be rescued by his family. And a homeless man digging in the trash for his dinner as we crossed the street to return to our car. We could have given him ours if we’d only known. Life.

I’ve been told by my surgeon that the surgery was a success. He sent me home the next day with antibiotic and steroid drops for healing and an appointment for a one-week check up next Friday. I passed my vision test with 20/30 vision in that left eye.

I’m thankful to God for the gift of sight. Something most of us take for granted. Not me. I’m thankful for all those friends and family out there that prayed for me. Especially my surgeon, who put me at ease before undergoing what could have been a stressful operation with his bent knee, held hand, and softly-spoken prayer. I’m thankful for that little stent. And those who created it. I’m thankful to my dear friend, Robyn, for accompanying me and taking care of me during this time. I’m thankful for my husband holding down the fort in my absence. I’m thankful for God’s perfect timing. For his providing that precious unborn infant my daughter is caring, to remain safely tucked away waiting for my return before he entered this world.

I am not blind. I can see. This beautiful world that God has created, and all that is in it. I hope you appreciate it as much as me.

The Lord opens the eyes of the blind. The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down, the lord loves the righteous. Psalm 145:8

Love and laughter,

Sandy