First come the shivers, then comes a cold nose, and cold fingers and toes are soon to follow suit.
Externally, my body has some pretty basic responses to cold weather. Internally, I suppose different folks experience a range of feelings, as no human is alike. Personally, I enjoy putting cocoa and marshmallows into coffee that already has French Vanilla creamer swirling around in the cup.
Seasons come and go with some regularity, fluctuating in both duration and climate. Some winters are quite cold, while some summers feel like the Sahara Desert. Some years we feel like Spring and Fall are nearly non-existent. While I do enjoy the summer heat, my river walking tends to go better in the colder climates.
My favorite part of the song is when he says that God called me by name, and He doesn’t make mistakes. It brings great comfort and encouragement in the midst of life’s difficulties.
Who hasn’t? At one time or another, dinner tables across the country, possibly even the world, have had eager hands reaching to snap that ole Wish Bone!
This prompt doesn’t really give me a lot to work with today, as no one really wants to know about each others injuries, unless you’re a doctor. In honesty, knowing about someone’s past injuries doesn’t really draw my interest, no offense. The odds are also very high, my bone history won’t be filling your day with oodles of insight, either.
Even if I take the prompt seriously, putting forth my best effort in answering with sincerity, all I got for you is YES. The prompt didn’t ask for any of the pertinent information needed for a complete answer. We weren’t given a when, where, how, or why to the daily query… just “Have you?”
Since I’ve answered the question, thereby fulfilling my commitment in offering a response to each daily prompt, I’m out!
Sometimes I feel like I show up for a thing, only to discover that I’m the only one that actually wanted to be there… point in fact, no one else felt like showing up.
I suppose that it’s somewhat like telling a joke you think is really funny, but nobody else really laughed at, leaving you to try explaining the details. You finally come to realize, if you had to explain it, well then… as they say, it must not have been that funny.
When I first started writing these Live Wire episodes, I felt sure that others would enjoy hearing about what I was currently studying in the bible. Over time, I’ve discovered that I put a great deal more effort into writing than was useful… when a thing no longer works, it’s time to move on. I’m not sure of what Sundays writings will be from here on out, but aside from mentioning where I may or may not be reading, I’ll leave the rest for your imagination.
In no way am I offended or put out, rather, I’m choosing to put my literary skills somewhere else. In a way, this is a good thing, as I can now run wild and free through the word of God, at whatever pace I wish.
I did finish the book of Judges, which was incredibly aggravating to read, by the way! Over and over again, one bad decision after another, the Israelites just left me feeling sad. I tried to console myself, by reading through both Acts and Romans, but Paul was just as saddened as I was, based on how he wrote about their behavior.
Starting tomorrow, I will be reading through and studying the book of Ruth. Hands down, this has to be one of my favorite examples of such deep, love and faith!
In order to balance my work and home life, I simply moved into my office! Now I don’t have to commute, which leaves me free to just roll out of bed, requiring only a few steps to reach my desk.
When you want a thing bad enough, you’re willing to make sacrifices and allowances that will offer opportunity to accomplish a thing.
For my life and career, I desire to do a thing that needs doing, even if I have to do it in an RV with no working toilet. I don’t need to sit in daily traffic or pay the upkeep and expenses of said commute, nor do I need to waste valuable money on clothing, make-up and meals.
Everything in life is a juggling act, of one sort or another, especially balancing work and home. All we can do is face one day at a time, doing the best we can with what we have… even if it’s an old beat up RV. Will it always be this way? No… but for now, it’s working so I’ll keep at it!
Good Morning everyone! If you haven’t already figured it out by the photo, today’s As They Say idiom that we’ll be tackling, is “By the skin of your teeth.” Thank you Ophelia, for suggesting todays phrase. I shall do my best not to disappoint!
While I have an idea of the meaning, I’ll need to reach deep inside my imagination bag, in order to determine the origin of this little nugget!
At one time or another, we’ve all heard someone exclaiming that they only accomplished a thing, by the skin of their teeth… or just barely! But, unless I’ve missed a very important health and science class, I was not aware that our teeth come with skin. At least, not like the skin that we wear all over our bodies. I thought that teeth were supposed to be porous like rocks.
Then again, when one doesn’t brush their teeth as often as they should, what begins to cover the surface of the tooth could be thought of as a skin, but I always think that feels more like fur. Whatever it actually is, if one considered it skin then perhaps they are referring to a very thin coating or covering… of that, I’m not sure. What I am sure of, for the most part, is that when I am crossing a street and a car whizzes past my back side just as I step up onto the sidewalk… I escaped being runover, by the skin of my teeth, or just barely!
As to where or when this phrase originated, your guess is as good as mine! There is a chance that maybe some Roman Gladiators were in the arena together with a hunk of roast on a spit in the center. It would be rather entertaining to watch them wrestle with their hands tied behind their backs, holding onto the ends of the roast with only their teeth… who knows whose tooth skin was thicker? After it was all said and done, maybe a reporter for the local Roman Times asked the warrior how he felt about his win, and the man simply replied, “I won the battle by the skin of my teeth!”
Ok, so that was a bit of a stretch… don’t judge!
Let’s get some help from the good ole Worldlynet…
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
This article is about the Biblical phrase and common saying. For the biofilm “skin” found on teeth, see dental plaque.
Skin of my teeth (Hebrew: עוֹר שִׁנָּי ‘ōr šinnāy) is a phrase from the Bible. In Job 19:20, the King James Version of the Bible says, “My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.” In the Geneva Bible, the phrase is rendered as “I have escaped with the skinne of my tethe.”[1]
The verse from Job 19:20 can be resolved as follows: In the first clause, the author uses the Hebrew `or in its usual sense of “skin”, associating it with “flesh” and “bones”. In the second clause, he uses the Hebrew or as derived from the Arabic ghar / “the bones in which the teeth are set (Latin: os maxilla and os mandibula)”. Therefore, the correct reading is: “My skin and flesh cling to my bones, and I am left with (only) my gums,” giving us a stark description of the advanced stage of Job’s disease.[2]
In modern times, “by the skin of my teeth” is used to describe a situation from which one has barely managed to escape or achieve something;[3][4] a close call.
Talk about a surprise! I have read the book of Job numerous times, and in honesty, didn’t remember seeing this… so I looked it up. Right there in Job 19:20, my NIV bible reads, “I am nothing but skin and bones; I have escaped with only the skin of my teeth.” I am chagrined because I’ve not only gone to bible seminary in my younger years, but have a great fondness for Job and his story… how did I miss this?
I shouldn’t feel embarrassed though, as the bible is a living and breathing book, offering new insights and understandings each and every time we read it. I know I’ve read about this in both 2 Timothy and the book of Hebrews. Well, there ya are… we’re never too old to learn something new! I can say for sure that I’ll not soon forget this one… thanks Ophelia.
Don’t forget, if you have a phrase or idiom that you want me to take a swing at, just leave it in the comments below.
The first thing I noticed, upon arriving at the barn this morning, was the quiet. This is far from normal, as I’m usually greeted by half a dozen excited babes, all trying to be the first to get snuggles. Where was everyone?
Walking inside the barn to search for my little ones, I immediately learned the cause for all the missing babes… ants! There were more ants in the barn than I’ve ever before encountered… they covered the floor from one end to the other. I’ll be honest in saying that, had it not been for my babes all huddled up in the rafters, you’d have seen me running for the door. As fleeing was not an option, I stood staring at the scene before my eyes, trying to determine what on earth was going on.
Even though the sight of this many ants made my skin crawl, they didn’t seem to be going anywhere, or doing anything, aside from waiting like an audience waits for a show to begin. From up in the rafters, I heard Tilly offering words of comfort to Dinky, who was fully terrified at seeing the floor beneath her move. Squagon suggested that I go ask Lilly about all of our unexpected guests, as this was apparently, all her fault! He pointed toward my open office door with an irritated look upon his face, and said, “Barbara Walters is waiting in your office for her interview, and she brought her entire family along to watch!”
As I walked toward my office doorway, the mass of ants on the floor graciously parted to either side, making way for my passage. When I walked through the door, I was greeted by a sight that made me want to laugh out loud. Stifling my giggles and trying to be fully serious, I approached my desk and greeted miss Lilly, who did look a great deal like Barbara Walters. There she sat, pen and paper in hand, upon the surface of my desk.
So, I spent a full 20 minutes trying to convince Lilly to send her family home, without offending them of course, about this little misunderstanding. Once I explained to her that she didn’t need to interview me, in order to tell you of what makes her special, Lilly finally agreed to send them all away. She and I both assured her family that we would be sending them a copy of today’s story, as soon as I finished putting it together.
Surprisingly, it only took about 10 minutes for the army of ants to leave the barn, but an entire hour was needed to get my little ones down out of the rafters. I finally had to put a large bowl of oatmeal out on the floor, covering it with raisons, honey and melted butter. Food wins out all the time around here!
Truth be told, the way things went this morning with Lilly, is the very reason I think she is so special! From the moment she arrived in our barn some months ago, I knew that Lilly was not only very bright, but very bold and adventurous! How else would she have found her way to the barn, if not for the flight of her puffball?
Lilly might be a tiny little thing, but she makes up for her small size with a larger-than-life amount of confidence! She’s not scared of anything… that is, anything aside from being left out. Perhaps, this was the reason she felt it necessary to be an active part of her own story this morning. While her actions are not always the best idea, I fully believe that her heart is always in the right place.
When the babes are playing, Lilly is the one they go to for ideas of what to do for fun. She actually enjoys spending time with the other little ones, learning as much as she can about them. From there, she creates fun games and adventures for the whole barn. When I’m in my office writing, Lilly can often be found resting on my shoulder, taking her own notes and giving me ideas when I ask for her help. I wouldn’t be surprised if she becomes an author herself, among her ant colonies. You saw, by the sheer number of ants that were in the barn this morning, Lilly has an enormous family and following.
Since Lilly is such a free spirit, she tends to come and go as she pleases, but more often than not, she chooses to either spend time playing with the barn babes, or with me in my office. I don’t completely understand why she loves us, but I’m so very glad that Lilly chooses to be a part of our family! Life here in the barnyard would not be nearly as wonderful, if Lilly hadn’t come along and become a part of our lives.
Now all we need to do, is learn how NOT to panic when Lilly has family visiting…
I’ve been sitting here this morning, staring at the computer monitor and wondering what thoughts to write down. I’ve been doing this for nearly two hours, not because there’s nothing there, but because there’s too many thoughts currently floating around in my thinking box! At no time, have I been able to say with any honesty that I’m not thinking of anything!
I know that I for one, have heard the comments and jokes about men having something called a Nothing Box, when it comes to answering the question, “What are you thinking about?” Some have claimed that men just say this to their partners out of laziness… giving a definite answer will surely bring more conversing, so when asked, they just claim they aren’t thinking of anything. We all do this at one time or another, I suppose, even if we are thinking about a thing; it’s just a quick and easy answer.
After nearly 18 years of marriage, I really think men DO have a nothing box, at least my hubby does. When he uses the answer “nothing” to my thought prodding question, he’s being fully serious. There’s no deflecting going on, he was sincerely enjoying the time spent thinking of nothing! I’m so jealous!
I have fully tried to meditate on nothing, but by the time I clean out all the clutter in my thought box, all I’ve managed to do is organize my thoughts and feelings, systematically putting everything back on it’s thought shelf where it belongs. I would never have been able to found my Overthinkers Anonymous group, nor would it have remained so active, had I been capable of accessing a Nothing Box years earlier.
The closest I’ve been able to come, for my own sanity, is a Quiet Box. If I have to share space in there with all my thoughts, I take comfort in simply organizing and tidying up, until I just have to read the labels on all my thought books. For some reason it’s easier to just skim the top of things I know are there, without having to read through all of the details. For the most part, this works fairly well… until it doesn’t!
Of late, things have been a bit more than my brain can tolerate, so I’ve been rearranging my nothing box in quite a manic sort of way… recently chewing a hole in the bottom of my box, in hopes that some things might spill out to make more room. Until life interruptus decides to go on holiday, I think I might need to look for a bigger Nothing Box!
Journey With Me! 