A Thankful Commute

I’ve been thinking, lately, about the many blessings from God that I take for granted, and even (in some cases) despise. One of them is the bus and train that bring me to my office in Seattle and (hopefully) home again.

When either the bus or the train is late, and I miss my connection, I’m quick to fuss and berate the mass transit system. When I have to stand more than ten minutes, waiting for my bus, I am quick to complain. If I have to stand for the 20-minute bus ride, I am quick to grumble against the swarms of other passengers. When I think about how long it takes me to get to and from work, I’m quick to consider myself a martyr.

Faithful number 217, with a driver who almost always greets me with a cheerful "Hello!"

Faithful number 217, with a driver who almost always greets me with a cheerful “Hello!”

But do I thank God for the men and women who drive my bus and operate my train? Am I appreciative of the relative ease with which I am transported? Am I grateful for the pre-paid transit pass that my employer provides, so the entire trip costs me not a penny?

Not very often, I’m afraid. So, let’s make a change.

The north end of my Sounder train, shortly before it whisks me home.

The north end of my Sounder train, shortly before it whisks me home.

Thank you, God, for the faithful bus drivers who get up at all hours to drive my bus. Thank you for their patience and care in dealing with the maniacal drivers, so I don’t have to. Thank you for the many people who labor on the buses and trains to make sure they don’t break down. Thank you for my employer, who foots the bill for my transit pass. Thank you that I have a job to which to commute, and thank you that the other passengers are generally courteous.

Thank you, God, for loving me and for providing a way for me to get to work.

Project 365, Day 62
Tim

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Project 365

Finished making Tim’s breakfast and lunch for tomorrow. Kids are all in bed. College kids are presumably off being smart, wise students in Tennessee. Kitchen looks beautiful – and I didn’t DO ANY DISHES.

Today was a full one with lots and lots of math; more math than anyone wants to do in a normal day. Also quick coffee a friend (love you, Julee!). More math. Computer club for David at the YMCA. More math for Sarah. Can you tell we were catching up on math today? Ultimate Frisbee league game for Daniel. Small Group dinner and wonderful time of prayer after with 3 other couples. Narnia movie for the younger kids.

And that’s all I have. So here’s one picture for our Project 365 and a happy goodnight to all.

I love this kid!  He is a wonderful son.  Blessed to have him in our family!

I love this kid! He is a wonderful son. Blessed to have him in our family!

Sometimes our Project 365 is just a paragraph and a picture. I guess I can be okay with that. I like to over think, over write, and over complicate things at times. Tonight I can be content with a simple approach.

Project 365 – Day 61
Kathy

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Chopped Manna

Our Sunday School class is studying Exodus, these days. Today we reached chapter 16, in which God provides for the starving people of Israel with Manna from Heaven (and some quail). Since our class is a full-family operation, I decided to include an activity that would involve everyone, from youngest to oldest.

Nathaniel and Cooper were eager to gather the flakes from the chairs.

Nathaniel and Cooper were eager to gather the flakes from the chairs.

First, I had two of the younger kids gather an Omer (not quite a gallon) of ‘Manna’ (we used frosted flakes to simulate). I had previously coated the classroom furniture with a thin layer of the ‘Manna’. It was interesting to see that, although it took minimal effort to gather the daily ration of food, it was still a task that required some ten or fifteen minutes.

David doesn't really like cream cheese, which was a key ingredient of his team's pancake.

David doesn’t really like cream cheese, which was a key ingredient of his team’s pancake.

Dividing the class into four teams, I gave them each a supply of Manna (frosted flakes), one egg, about a teaspoon of baking powder and roughly 1/3 cup of oil. Then I let each team choose, in turn, two of the eight ‘optional’ ingredients:

  • Almond flour
  • Cream cheese
  • Pistachios
  • Cinnamon
  • Salt
  • Honey
  • Goat cheese
  • Raisins

We provided mixing bowls and griddles, as each tried to convert their frosted flakes into some kind of flour and to construct a pancake that would hold together enough to cook on the griddle. I shanghaied two passing church members into being judges, and we held a competition, sort of like the TV series, Chopped, but with a much smaller budget.

This team took a little while to pull their idea together, in spite of Tung's culinary prowess.

This team took a little while to pull their idea together, in spite of Tung’s culinary prowess.

It was a fun way to think about what it must have been like for the Hebrews to eat manna every day, for forty years. I imagine they tried every possible combination of ingredients to add some variety to God’s generous provision. We talked about how even the most awesome of God’s blessings can become mundane and even (if we aren’t careful) despised.

All four teams created a very tasty final product, but the teams with sweeteners (honey and raisins) had a clear advantage.

All four teams created a very tasty final product, but the teams with sweeteners (honey and raisins) had a clear advantage.

It was also sobering to reflect on how much we are like the people of Israel in the way that we complain. We are constantly devaluing God’s abundant gifts to us, and showing great lack of faith, when we complain about our jobs, our spouses, our church, our children, or any other detail in which God has provided for us so abundantly.

Project 365, Day 60
Tim

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Another Busy Saturday

Today the sun was shining brightly, and we all thoroughly enjoyed the day. Daniel went out longboarding with a friend for hours. Tim and David walked Sarah to her afternoon meeting; I met them on the way back, sneaking in a little walk myself. We ran errands, organized, did laundry and dishes, and completed a huge collection of random To Do’s.

Sarah sorted and organized shoes WHILE talking on the phone.

Sarah sorted and organized shoes WHILE talking on the phone.


I think we filled this white board 3 times with small odd jobs.

I think we filled this white board 3 times with small odd jobs.

The kids all went to church for youth group activities, while Tim and I planned some silly activities for tomorrow’s Sunday School class on Exodus 16. How many different recipes are there for manna? I wonder how the Israelites would have done on Top Chef or Chopped? Hee hee hee.

Poor Daniel. He’s been suffering since Tim, David and Sarah started exercising and went off sugar. Once a constant staple, now there’s no more ice cream in the house. There was an old container of sherbert in the freezer which Daniel managed to make last a good couple of weeks. Today I decided to spoil him and buy some cookies and cream at the store.

Look at that happy face.

Look at that happy face.

I don’t think Tim was prepared to watch Daniel savor that ice cream while he went without. Uh oh.

"You won't share with dear old dad?"

“You won’t share with dear old dad?”


Please??!!

Please??!!

Daniel is a resourceful and thoughtful son. He quickly found something for Tim to eat instead of sugar-laden ice cream.

Enjoy your lettuce, Dad!

Enjoy your lettuce, Dad!

Not sure a leaf of lettuce is quite the same treat as a bowl of ice cream. But you can’t say Daniel didn’t try to help. LOL!

Project 365 – Day 59
Kathy

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Murder Mystery Friends

One of the things I like best about living in Lakewood, and attending our church, is that we have acquired some very interesting friends. We’ve been here for more than ten years, now, and we have been greatly blessed. It is a little strange for me, since I’ve never lived anywhere else for more than five years at a time.

One couple that we greatly love and admire recently celebrated the birth of their seventh child, but chose not to have a typical baby shower. Instead, Peter and Abby invited us to attend a Murder Mystery party, hosted by John and Shari and catered by Chris.

Several items of great value were auctioned-off, adding some complexity to the game.

Several items of great value were auctioned-off, adding some complexity to the game.

It was a lot of fun; I played the bumbling detective, and Kathy was an actress-turned-shop-owner, but was secretly an heiress. Prizes were given for:

  1. Guessing the murderer
  2. Having the most net worth at the end of the game
  3. Playing their part the most effectively
Kathy and her 'uncle', who played the butler, and provided the feast (and corroborated her story).

Kathy and her ‘uncle’, who played the butler, and provided the feast (and corroborated her story).

Sadly, I did not correctly guess the murderer(ess), but we had a lot of fun along the way, and very much enjoyed the meal. Baby Tuff did attend, so hopefully he enjoyed the party as well.

Tuff was clearly the MVB (most valuable baby).

Tuff was clearly the MVB (most valuable baby).

Project 365, Day 58
Tim

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