Tips, Tidbits, and Morsels from the Slippery Hallways of Experience

Lately, I’ve been reflecting on many of life’s lessons that I have learned through the years.

I could pretend that I somehow missed the memo on preparing for adulthood when I was a teen.  But truthfully, I had my nose in a book, an instrument to my lips, spent years training my voice, and often had a pen in my hand.  Mom tried to prepare me for the life skills a young woman would need as did my Home Economics teachers.  Musical and written creativity came so naturally; threading that sewing machine needle and cooking simply did not.

Growing up, my sister and I split the chores equitably to our liking; she did the cooking and I did the cleaning.  As a newlywed, my first attempt at making Mom’s vegetable soup was a disaster.  (Using plain water instead of tomato juice as the broth base was not a good idea.)  Before the convenience of the internet, I phoned my twin sister to ask her how to cook real macaroni and cheese; not the “from a box” kind that I usually made. She told me to add milk.  (Just in case you’ve ever wondered, canned evaporated milk and milk from a jug do very different things to a pan of baked macaroni and cheese.)  Oh, how I wish I had listened to my mother!

I venture to say that there may be others who have found themselves in the same boat; feeling unprepared and/or overwhelmed by their many roles in life.  Hence, from time to time on my Tips and Tidbits page, I will be sharing little “helps” and easy recipes that have made my life a little easier.  I can assure you there have been lots of lessons learned by trial and error, research, other’s wisdom, and yes, much laughter and quite a few tears.

Tit 2:3-5  the older women likewise, that they be reverent in behavior, not slanderers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things—that they admonish the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, to be discreet, chaste, homemakers, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be blasphemed.

Early Morning Quiet

I love early mornings; the peaceful quiet when most of the household is still asleep. There are no interruptions. My brain is fuzzy, still sleepy.  It is a quiet that allows my heart to dream, to soar, and to pray without the distractions that will come later in the day.  I try not to think about the chores that need to be completed, the school lessons that need to be planned, or make a decision about what’s for dinner.  My thoughts can go directly from my head to the written word, whether by pen or keystroke.  Most days they get stalled somewhere along the way between correcting math lessons and keeping track of our busy schedule.  Perhaps this is why the psalmist writes of seeking God early in the morning. The days’ cares haven’t had time to push out the warm intimacy that comes in those early morning hours alone with Him.  I can cry out in anguish, lift my heart in praise, openly wait for His direction, and see things more clearly than at any other time of the day. Problems haven’t yet presented themselves.  Sleep doesn’t beckon like a chocolate bar when hormones are raging. On those mornings when I am up early, I enjoy the quiet where we all meet…my Lord, His word, my pen and paper or keyboard, my soul, and sometimes, a blessed cup of hot coffee.

Psalm 143:8  Cause me to hear Your lovingkindness in the morning, For in You do I trust; Cause me to know the way in which I should walk, For I lift up my soul to You.  (NKJV)