The Mundane, the Funny & the Philisophical

 
Well, it's almost the end of the school year; the kids will be finished with finals tomorrow. Things are looking very strong that my son will pass English, so in faith I wrote the check & sent in the form for summer school.
 
My mom's 70th birthday is on Friday, so we will be celebrating at my aunt's on Saturday evening. I actually had a very pleasant conversation with my sister about it yesterday. I've made a new rule for myself in dealing with her: don't call any later than 7. If she's had anything to drink, she'll get nasty (not that she's wasted, but her defenses are down).
 
Then next week we'll go on vacation to my in-laws. It's really the only time we can go before my MIL has surgery. So I'll bring plenty to read.
 
Funny & good story about my son -- and this is the only place I can talk about it due to anonymity (I promised I wouldn't tell my friends or put in on Facebook). I was making his bed yesterday & I felt my pajamas sticking to something. "Ew!" I thought & looked & saw 3 really sticky white spots on his fitted sheet. I couldn't figure out what it was, so I just left it to talk to him about it later. So when I get home from work, I found out that he had cleaned it all up (yeah, for taking responsibility & not leaving it for me!). So I asked him, what the heck was that? He kind of laughed & said, "Well, it was a stupid teenage brain thing: I thought it would be a good idea to sleep with a marshmallow!" So I laughed too & told him: if he needs something soft to sleep with, choose a stuffed animal!
 
On another note, my boss gave me his resume to format. I'm not sure why; it could be that his new boss is getting this kind of info from everyone. But something inside me says no. I'm upset about it, though I do know he's overworked & carries a heavy load. Argh!
 
And, on a completely different note, I've been doing a lot of reflecting on the foundations of my motivation. I was doing Cynthia Heald's Bible study, "Becoming a Woman Who Loves" & came across the chapter on 1 Corinthians 13. What she highlighted & what struck me is how, when we don't do things from a heart of love, we are like that "resounding gong or clanging cymbal". Wow--how many things do we do because we're guilted into it or merely out of a sense of duty? Those things are meaningless!
 
I mean, yes, there is duty, but is it mere duty, or duty out of love (like for our families)? So that gives me a new foundation to base whether or not I should do a certain thing, especially church-related. I mean, if you're in ministry & you do something without love, what kind of witness is that?
 
I know there was another philisophical thing recently, but I've been so busy, I forgot all about it!