Denise Day Spencer

January 31, 2006

On being supportive

Filed under: Home Front — denisedayspencer @ 2:00 am

I decided long ago that since Michael knew he’d be going into the ministry, he should have picked a different wife. I’ve never been even close to being the ideal supportive minister’s wife. But every now and then there are those days that are just laughable. Like this past Sunday.

First, I was late to his Bible study class (as always).

Second, I forgot to fix the breakfast that I fix for him every Sunday morning between his Bible study on campus and our worship service 20 miles away. No reason; I just plain ol’ forgot.

So I tried to make it right at the last minute by giving him something that it turned out he really, really disliked.

Then we got to church and I had to leave at the very start of his sermon because of a hack-up-a-lung coughing fit. I spent the first half of his message in the church basement blowing my nose and sipping Diet Pepsi, and the second half sitting on the steps in the back and sucking on a lozenge.

Katie Luther I’m not. But then, I could never be a nun, either.

January 29, 2006

How it all begins

Filed under: Creative Ministries — denisedayspencer @ 1:44 am

I hope to eventually be able to use this site as a place to share ideas and resources for creative ministries, particularly drama. One of my main loves is writing biblical skits and plays. My particular niche within that area has become taking a scripture story and–while trying to remain true to what’s there–reading between the lines to look for what’s not there and then filling in (as Paul Harvey would say) “the rest of the story.”

Sometimes I’m inspired by something I hear in a sermon or a Bible study. Other times my own reading prompts me to think or ask questions. One way or another, it’s usually the scriptures themselves that get my mind going. Here’s how: (more…)

January 23, 2006

Oh, the irony

Filed under: Devotional Life — denisedayspencer @ 3:58 am

A couple of nights ago, Michael, Clay and I went to the theater to see “End of the Spear.” When we came out and got into the car, I was the first one to speak. “Well,” I said. “I’m angry.” (more…)

January 19, 2006

Random ramblings

Filed under: Random ramblings — denisedayspencer @ 4:11 am

Discouragement = finding an old journal in a drawer and realizing that I’m still dealing with the same issues I was dealing with 20 years ago. The theme of my life then was, “Why can’t I change?” The theme of my life now is, “Why can’t I change?” What’s up with that?

There’s just something immoral about making bourbon balls without the bourbon.

January 16, 2006

Mr. Talbott

Filed under: Personal reflections — denisedayspencer @ 4:33 am

In honor of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., I’d like to share a personal story from the distant past.

When I was a child my parents always taught me that all people were created equal and to not discriminate based on skin color. I didn’t have any African-American friends, though. The school I went to was pretty much all-white. I only had one African-American child in my class and though he was extremely nice, he was a boy, so I didn’t associate much with him as a 10-year-old. (Sorry, Barry! I’d be friends with you now!)

In elementary school I hated P.E. class. (Well, in junior high I hated it, too, but we won’t go there right now.) I was never athletic, was always the last one chosen for the team, and you get the idea. Then when I was in the fifth grade everything changed. We got a new P.E. teacher. His name was G. G. Talbott. (more…)

January 15, 2006

Digging deeper

Filed under: Devotional Life — denisedayspencer @ 5:26 am

The Bible never ceases to amaze me.

I’ve been a Christian for 38 years, and I’ve learned that there’s no end to the treasures God’s word holds. Sometimes it seems as if there are layers and layers of truth in the same passage. A verse or paragraph may mean one thing to me at one point in my life and then take on an even deeper meaning as I grow and mature. Sometimes this is due to one or both of two things: translations and context. (more…)

January 10, 2006

Happy birthday to me!

Filed under: Personal reflections — denisedayspencer @ 10:50 am

Birthdays are funny things.

Once a co-worker of mine, the day before he became 50, refused to say the number. When I asked him how old he was turning, he said, “I’m going to be the same age as Mark.” When I answered that Mark was 49, he said, “Then I’m going to be the age Mark will be on his next birthday.” It was as if he thought that as long as he didn’t speak the evil number, age would have no hold on him.

Then there was the co-worker who was going to be 30 the next day. So throughout the shift she went around to every nurses’ aide, patient and visitor she could find, saying, “Ask me how old I am!” When they asked, she beamed and replied, “I’m 29!”

Whether we try to magically elude the power of the number or we embrace the last day before entering a new decade, we all must deal with these mile markers in our lives. (more…)

January 8, 2006

A few more random ramblings

Filed under: Random ramblings — denisedayspencer @ 3:30 am

“Rich and Wonderful Kuchen” really makes a nice gift.

I cooked breakfast for the fam this morning–something I seldom do, and now I know why. First a globule of bacon grease popped up and smacked me in the face. It still hurts. Then I spilled grease all over the kitchen floor. Does this mean I should cook breakfast more often (because I obviously need the practice) or never again (because I’m apt to burn the house down next time)?

Why have I been craving apples the past two days?

Anyone who thinks forgiveness is quick or easy is either deluded or a whole lot closer to God than I am.

January 6, 2006

Random ramblings

Filed under: Random ramblings — denisedayspencer @ 5:34 pm

My computer doesn’t know what day or time it is, and I haven’t changed it yet. So when it says I’m posting at 3:00 a.m….I’m really not.

Last evening Clay actually chose to abandon a school-sponsored skating trip—with his girlfriend—to stay home so he could do two assignments and study for a quiz. I’m so proud of him!

How can I admit that I need people in my life without becoming too emotionally dependant on them?

My new glasses make me look rather bookish. Perhaps now folks will think I’m really smart. (Ha! People are so easily deceived…)

At our house the Christmas decorations have all been packed away. Only three things remain: the manger, the Magi and the myrrh. Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, wise men from the east came to Jerusalem saying, “Where is he who has been born king of the Jews? For we saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.” (Mt. 2:1-2, ESV) May you have a blessed Epiphany, and may we all come to worship Him.

“The blues”

Filed under: Personal reflections — denisedayspencer @ 1:43 am

Well, I’ve had “the blues” for the past few days. No appetite, tired, tearful. Yuck.

I think the adventure of moving Grandma in with us has finally caught up with me. I’m realizing that Noel is only going to be a part of our family for a few more months and is, for all practical purposes, already gone. I’m missing Clay in advance, though he won’t graduate for four more months. Work really isn’t that bad, but a couple of new projects leave me feeling constantly overwhelmed. And there’s never a dull moment around here with Grandma and Noel trying to keep all of their stuff in the same small room. Sometimes it gets…well…the word “volatile” comes to mind.

So today I took a mental health day. I went to a funeral.

A good friend lost his father a couple of days ago, and several of us from the school went to the service. We rode 2 1/2 hours on a van, hugged Jerry, chatted with him for just a moment, sat through the funeral, and rode 2 1/2 hours back. But we also talked, told stories and enjoyed a leisurely lunch at a Pizza Hut buffet. The food tasted great. I ate and ate. I laughed.

Maybe it was getting away from the office and the family all at the same time. Maybe it was focusing on my friend and his grief instead of my own measley problems. But for some reason I felt better.

So now I’m wondering…if the best way for me to relieve depression is by going to a funeral, what does that say about me?

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