I have been yelling WAY TOO MUCH! It is certainly not my fault---totally my kids. . . o.k. I will take some ownership of the yelling. As I walked away from Garrison this morning after letting him have it I wondered why? Why did that set me off?
I'm still not sure, but I have yelled a couple more times since then. I've also been super patient and helpful. I've had fun. I made a special spring break snack. It wasn't a huge success, but we laughed about how we can try new things sometimes and it might not work out. I figure I might as well live out a lesson in front of the kids. They seemed cool with it.
I think that it is the expectation of it all. Simon struggled yesterday after school because he walked in and right away asked to play his birthday Lego Wii game. I said "no, not right now" and he didn't handle that well. He had it set up in his head. He was so excited and then. . . well then he couldn't play. I love my kids and love being with them. I love having them home, but perhaps my expectations for the day didn't match up with what was happening. My "to-do" list doesn't have many things being crossed off of it. (Blogging is on the list, so this is fine that I'm sitting and typing.) In some ways having everyone home takes less effort and in other ways, it is a ton more effort!
Perhaps I'm a bit off because I'm hearing about so much suffering lately! My heart just aches about it all. Families that are grieving (an on-line adoption friend heard the news that her son had died just a few weeks before they were to fly to Eastern Europe to get him). Women in the world that are suffering (I couldn't go to see a movie with my friend Rebecca because I knew my mind just couldn't handle it--but the value placed on women in India just overwhelms me with sadness). All the drama and shouting and speculating and hatred with little bits of light thrown in here and there regarding same-sex marriage causes me to shake my head and pray for all. I was a single parent last night and because of no nap issues it just didn't work for our family to go to church last night. I wanted to go. I missed going. It. Is. Hard.
Maybe. . .just maybe this is a great place for me to be today. Maybe on Good Friday I need to be in a yucky place. Maybe I need to feel the pain and grief in my heart. Maybe I need to look up and see my Lord as He knows EVERY possible pain and grief and injustice.
Easter will come. I wonder if in the midst of the awfulness on the cross His mind gave a little smile inside as He pictured going home to His Dad and then surprising His friends on Sunday. I get to sing the Hallelujah Chorus on Sunday. I'm in the nursery, but a friend is going to slip out and relieve me so I can go into the sanctuary to sing. I'm going to smile. I'm going to celebrate. I'm going to thank my friend. I'm going to thank my Lord. He exceeds my expectations! Amen.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Time to celebrate!
The cake is cooling on the counter. It needs about 15 more minutes and then I can frost it and we can bring it away. Dee Dee is going to receive a cake today.
Dee Dee and I have never met. She is the coder in my doctor's office and I first talked with her in January when I received my bill. I had surgery in September and my insurance covered everything but one part of it. I was very confused when I got the bill. Why? Why is this part not covered? I made Gary call about it. I don't like to call. . . I spend as little time on the phone as possible. I especially don't like to make appointments or press "1" for English or say "yes" when given an option. So Gary called. He called the insurance company and the hospital. Guess what?!? Gary isn't allowed to call. Because this is about me and because of HIPPA blah blah, I need to call. Gah! Arg! Bleck!
I called the insurance company and talked with a very rude person who had zero compassion for me or my story. She wouldn't let me talk to anyone else and told me that all I could do was write a letter to a three person panel and they would decide my fate. "Is there anyone on this panel with a medical degree?" I asked. She wasn't pleased with this question.
Enter Dee Dee. I called my doctor's office and talked with her hoping there was another possible code. We have talked many times. I don't think it is usual for a patient and a coder to talk on the phone. It is usual for God to work in unusual ways. I called her again yesterday after waiting for 37 days. The insurance company said they would render a verdict in 37 days. They told this to Dee Dee after she has called in February--not her job mind you--SHE had called for ME. She was just as frustrated as I was. I cried with her and she cried with me. Yesterday she marveled when I called--she had just thought of me five minutes before and had checked on my account only to see that the bill was still there. I told her that the bill was going to be turned over to a collection agency. That is scary business to me. She offered me encouragement. She gave me some possible roads to take and we said good-bye.
Her advice worked. After conversations with nice insurance people yesterday and today, the matter is resolved. I should not be getting any more bills and if I do, I need to talk with Beatrice or Shana in the resolution department. I have names. I have people who will advocate for me.
I cried and clapped and danced before Jesus when I got the call. I had told God that I would give Him the glory and the thanks no matter what the outcome. He deserves my praise.
So I'm blogging while the cake cools and then my girls and I are going to go and meet Dee Dee for the first time. She is driving to Michigan State tonight to pick up her son. I think she might need a cake--and yes indeed it is a bundt. A bundt cake covers all manner of occasions! I'm excited to meet her and thank her and hug her. I think I might even cry. Glory to God for putting people in my path to help me on my journey. He is just so very wonderful--My Rock! This cake is really for Him.
Dee Dee and I have never met. She is the coder in my doctor's office and I first talked with her in January when I received my bill. I had surgery in September and my insurance covered everything but one part of it. I was very confused when I got the bill. Why? Why is this part not covered? I made Gary call about it. I don't like to call. . . I spend as little time on the phone as possible. I especially don't like to make appointments or press "1" for English or say "yes" when given an option. So Gary called. He called the insurance company and the hospital. Guess what?!? Gary isn't allowed to call. Because this is about me and because of HIPPA blah blah, I need to call. Gah! Arg! Bleck!
I called the insurance company and talked with a very rude person who had zero compassion for me or my story. She wouldn't let me talk to anyone else and told me that all I could do was write a letter to a three person panel and they would decide my fate. "Is there anyone on this panel with a medical degree?" I asked. She wasn't pleased with this question.
Enter Dee Dee. I called my doctor's office and talked with her hoping there was another possible code. We have talked many times. I don't think it is usual for a patient and a coder to talk on the phone. It is usual for God to work in unusual ways. I called her again yesterday after waiting for 37 days. The insurance company said they would render a verdict in 37 days. They told this to Dee Dee after she has called in February--not her job mind you--SHE had called for ME. She was just as frustrated as I was. I cried with her and she cried with me. Yesterday she marveled when I called--she had just thought of me five minutes before and had checked on my account only to see that the bill was still there. I told her that the bill was going to be turned over to a collection agency. That is scary business to me. She offered me encouragement. She gave me some possible roads to take and we said good-bye.
Her advice worked. After conversations with nice insurance people yesterday and today, the matter is resolved. I should not be getting any more bills and if I do, I need to talk with Beatrice or Shana in the resolution department. I have names. I have people who will advocate for me.
I cried and clapped and danced before Jesus when I got the call. I had told God that I would give Him the glory and the thanks no matter what the outcome. He deserves my praise.
So I'm blogging while the cake cools and then my girls and I are going to go and meet Dee Dee for the first time. She is driving to Michigan State tonight to pick up her son. I think she might need a cake--and yes indeed it is a bundt. A bundt cake covers all manner of occasions! I'm excited to meet her and thank her and hug her. I think I might even cry. Glory to God for putting people in my path to help me on my journey. He is just so very wonderful--My Rock! This cake is really for Him.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Manic Monday
I like Monday mornings. I like getting back at it and seem to be very motivated for "house chore" stuff on Mondays. This can wane significantly by afternoon, but the morning is my "get er done" time.
USUALLY, we get up and do the breakfast/pack lunches/do duck duties thing. Check/Check/Check this morning. USUALLY I have to do a little prodding to get certain children up and running. Check. USUALLY Simon will be done early and ask to play ipad. Check. USUALLY we begin to get ready to get on the bus at 8:05, pray together, and then I send them off. Check. Only this morning something different happened with this last step. See, the ducks were a little pokey this morning. They weren't defiant or forgetful or angry or ornery. . . they were just a little pokey and dawdling and playful and picking at each other. "Ducks, keep moving. If you miss the bus I will be angry." We prayed and I sent them out only to hear shouting-- "Wait Wait Wait!!!" I followed them outside and saw Garrison running down the road as the bus pulled away from the bus stop. Simon was hoofing it in the neighbors lawn (he rarely takes the road--faster to go cross country and he often takes the path less traveled by). Noel was at the bottom of our driveway trying to run in her snow boots. They kept trying to go on as the bus left the neighborhood. Every one of them was crying. Me? I was laughing.
I know I had told them that I would be angry. . . but I didn't feel it. I had felt it in the house when I had said it. I hadn't lied because it was true at that moment. But in this moment, I was laughing. It just looked all so funny. Three kids trying to run and have their backpacks all skewed. . . three kids all on a different paths. . . three kids seeing the bus pull away. I felt like I was watching a t.v. show.
I assured them that it would be o.k. and I would take them to school. They came inside. I asked them to take off their stuff-we'd be leaving in about 25 minutes. I got Penny settled and was talking to myself out loud to try and determine my new course of the day. My exercise/shower/Monday morning clean up were out the window. When I returned I found all three of them standing on the mat in the entryway. "What's up?" "We are waiting to go." I think they would have stood there for 25 minutes. I laughed. We talked about what had happened. They asked if I was angry and we talked about that. They asked if they would have to do some extra jobs to pay for my time. They are correct.
We made it on time for school. Penny and I made it to Target--we were out anyway. Target doesn't carry kids rain boots in the spring. This perplexes me. I'm not feeling as motivated. Who knows what else will be different today?
USUALLY, we get up and do the breakfast/pack lunches/do duck duties thing. Check/Check/Check this morning. USUALLY I have to do a little prodding to get certain children up and running. Check. USUALLY Simon will be done early and ask to play ipad. Check. USUALLY we begin to get ready to get on the bus at 8:05, pray together, and then I send them off. Check. Only this morning something different happened with this last step. See, the ducks were a little pokey this morning. They weren't defiant or forgetful or angry or ornery. . . they were just a little pokey and dawdling and playful and picking at each other. "Ducks, keep moving. If you miss the bus I will be angry." We prayed and I sent them out only to hear shouting-- "Wait Wait Wait!!!" I followed them outside and saw Garrison running down the road as the bus pulled away from the bus stop. Simon was hoofing it in the neighbors lawn (he rarely takes the road--faster to go cross country and he often takes the path less traveled by). Noel was at the bottom of our driveway trying to run in her snow boots. They kept trying to go on as the bus left the neighborhood. Every one of them was crying. Me? I was laughing.
I know I had told them that I would be angry. . . but I didn't feel it. I had felt it in the house when I had said it. I hadn't lied because it was true at that moment. But in this moment, I was laughing. It just looked all so funny. Three kids trying to run and have their backpacks all skewed. . . three kids all on a different paths. . . three kids seeing the bus pull away. I felt like I was watching a t.v. show.
I assured them that it would be o.k. and I would take them to school. They came inside. I asked them to take off their stuff-we'd be leaving in about 25 minutes. I got Penny settled and was talking to myself out loud to try and determine my new course of the day. My exercise/shower/Monday morning clean up were out the window. When I returned I found all three of them standing on the mat in the entryway. "What's up?" "We are waiting to go." I think they would have stood there for 25 minutes. I laughed. We talked about what had happened. They asked if I was angry and we talked about that. They asked if they would have to do some extra jobs to pay for my time. They are correct.
We made it on time for school. Penny and I made it to Target--we were out anyway. Target doesn't carry kids rain boots in the spring. This perplexes me. I'm not feeling as motivated. Who knows what else will be different today?
Saturday, March 23, 2013
All kinds of thoughts
It has come to my attention that there is a pastor in my community who is against adoption. Like, Christians should not adopt. This has been very confusing to me. . . and sad. . . grieving for the kids who might not get a family because someone was told it isn't Christian to adopt. Sad for friends who want to support other families in adopting, but won't. Mad that this is being spread. It's been on my mind.
Speaking of adoption, a friend in my adoption on-line community posted a video of twin girls who are in China and are looking for their parents. They are older and were talking and laughing together. This is the kind of video that will find parents for these girls. As it gets passed around it touches the hearts of parents as you see these girls move and smile and give the peace sign. I played it for my kids and . . . drum roll. . . they could interpret it! They couldn't get every bit, but there were able to tell me parts of it. WOW! This is exactly what Gary and I are hoping for--God can use them for Kingdom work in regards to language. I was able to post what some of the girls were saying and who knows. . . my kids may be assisting someone who wants to adopt these sweet sisters.
We continue to remember and celebrate Simon's health and all that God taught us just one year ago. One year ago today he had his second surgery and received two more drain tubes out of his belly raising his count to three. Mom Petty also flew in to give us some respite and comfort. Our small group met with us and prayed over us while Mom kept watch over Simon. Our third meal was brought in. Awesome. Totally God Only Awesome.
We are looking forward to our spring break trip to Branson. This will be our first vacation without Dad Petty. Though we returned last year, it was for the memorial service and didn't feel like vacation. I'm anticipating a few tears. :) I'm also going to have a blast at Silver Dollar City.
I was asked to speak again and needed to pray about whether to accept or not. I was initially excited, but when I heard some of the parameters. . .well I struggled. This group of moms meets once a month and it is an outreach for a church. They strive to welcome all and show them God's love through their actions and ears. . . but not so much through their mouths. They wanted me to speak, but not to talk so much about God. What?!? I had no idea how I could do that! While praying I thought that I should ask my Bible Study ladies. They are Godly women and I trust them. Their responses got me all excited again. Of course I need to do this! Why wouldn't I want to share God's love with them--just in a different way? What an amazing opportunity to share the gospel. Yup, it is more challenging for me, but I trust God will help me to rise to the occasion. One of the women even asked if I should leave at that moment and sent my acceptance. Love it!
I finished my last Bible Study lesson on David this morning. I have been putting it off because then it is done. I'm thinking and praying about what I want to do next. I have a few ideas, but the summer is wide open. I want to be in the Word and would welcome some suggestions--something I can do on my own, is in depth, get's me in the Word, has words that I can understand, and is good. :)
That's where I'm at. Enjoy Palm Sunday tomorrow!
Speaking of adoption, a friend in my adoption on-line community posted a video of twin girls who are in China and are looking for their parents. They are older and were talking and laughing together. This is the kind of video that will find parents for these girls. As it gets passed around it touches the hearts of parents as you see these girls move and smile and give the peace sign. I played it for my kids and . . . drum roll. . . they could interpret it! They couldn't get every bit, but there were able to tell me parts of it. WOW! This is exactly what Gary and I are hoping for--God can use them for Kingdom work in regards to language. I was able to post what some of the girls were saying and who knows. . . my kids may be assisting someone who wants to adopt these sweet sisters.
We continue to remember and celebrate Simon's health and all that God taught us just one year ago. One year ago today he had his second surgery and received two more drain tubes out of his belly raising his count to three. Mom Petty also flew in to give us some respite and comfort. Our small group met with us and prayed over us while Mom kept watch over Simon. Our third meal was brought in. Awesome. Totally God Only Awesome.
We are looking forward to our spring break trip to Branson. This will be our first vacation without Dad Petty. Though we returned last year, it was for the memorial service and didn't feel like vacation. I'm anticipating a few tears. :) I'm also going to have a blast at Silver Dollar City.
I was asked to speak again and needed to pray about whether to accept or not. I was initially excited, but when I heard some of the parameters. . .well I struggled. This group of moms meets once a month and it is an outreach for a church. They strive to welcome all and show them God's love through their actions and ears. . . but not so much through their mouths. They wanted me to speak, but not to talk so much about God. What?!? I had no idea how I could do that! While praying I thought that I should ask my Bible Study ladies. They are Godly women and I trust them. Their responses got me all excited again. Of course I need to do this! Why wouldn't I want to share God's love with them--just in a different way? What an amazing opportunity to share the gospel. Yup, it is more challenging for me, but I trust God will help me to rise to the occasion. One of the women even asked if I should leave at that moment and sent my acceptance. Love it!
I finished my last Bible Study lesson on David this morning. I have been putting it off because then it is done. I'm thinking and praying about what I want to do next. I have a few ideas, but the summer is wide open. I want to be in the Word and would welcome some suggestions--something I can do on my own, is in depth, get's me in the Word, has words that I can understand, and is good. :)
That's where I'm at. Enjoy Palm Sunday tomorrow!
Monday, March 18, 2013
napkins
We've made a change at our house. Napkins. I know--shocking. :)
I've gotten so sick of paper napkins laying all over. The kids take them, use them once. . . sometimes they get thrown away, mostly they don't. We seemed to be using so many--I even had to call friends that were coming over and ask if they could bring napkins! For someone who loves to host, I'd rather not ask folks to bring clean up supplies.
SO. . .
We are using cloth napkins. I had a bunch of them that we rarely used. I've been saving them for important occasions. Guest what?!? My family is important! I pulled out a bunch and we use them for every meal. I change them out every few days. . . o.k. sometimes it is once a week. It depends on what we've had to eat! :) No one has the same napkin as the person next to them, so we can often remember who has what. It has been going well and I just throw them in with my kitchen towels. It looks better on the table too. We are working on the whole "fold your napkin after supper" bit. The kids do a good job, but we often forget to remind them and until it's a habit. . . .;}
The biggest problem is that Penny seems to often be missing her napkin. There are two reasons for this. 1. Penny always chooses her napkin first because she is the pickiest. Because she is the pickiest, she often decides that she doesn't like her napkin anymore and throws it on the ground. 2. Penny loves to dance and often uses her napkin as a ribbon for dancing in the living room. I don't mind having that problem--the shows are great!
I've gotten so sick of paper napkins laying all over. The kids take them, use them once. . . sometimes they get thrown away, mostly they don't. We seemed to be using so many--I even had to call friends that were coming over and ask if they could bring napkins! For someone who loves to host, I'd rather not ask folks to bring clean up supplies.
SO. . .
We are using cloth napkins. I had a bunch of them that we rarely used. I've been saving them for important occasions. Guest what?!? My family is important! I pulled out a bunch and we use them for every meal. I change them out every few days. . . o.k. sometimes it is once a week. It depends on what we've had to eat! :) No one has the same napkin as the person next to them, so we can often remember who has what. It has been going well and I just throw them in with my kitchen towels. It looks better on the table too. We are working on the whole "fold your napkin after supper" bit. The kids do a good job, but we often forget to remind them and until it's a habit. . . .;}
The biggest problem is that Penny seems to often be missing her napkin. There are two reasons for this. 1. Penny always chooses her napkin first because she is the pickiest. Because she is the pickiest, she often decides that she doesn't like her napkin anymore and throws it on the ground. 2. Penny loves to dance and often uses her napkin as a ribbon for dancing in the living room. I don't mind having that problem--the shows are great!
Thursday, March 14, 2013
One year ago
One year ago we took Simon to the hospital because he kept complaining about stomach pain. (I told my book club last night that this was the night he first began complaining. I was wrong. Sorry.) They suspected it was his appendix, but instead diagnosed him with constipation. I returned hope crabby because it seemed like a worthless visit. The next day I promptly bought prune juice and kept telling him to get up and walk. I'm sorry. I didn't know what was really going on. New blog readers should know that his appendix was inflamed and would rupture a few days later. We wouldn't know and five days after the misdiagnosis would later be admitted to DeVos Children's hospital for 19 days because of the abscesses and huge infection that was in his belly.
I'd much rather be dealing with what we encountered with my Simon tonight. He cut off a chunk of his shirt. Just took a scissors and cut out a piece. I asked him what had happened and he admitted he had cut it off. He didn't even do it to impress anyone--just cut it off! I'm still a little "shaking my head" about it. There is a small smirk on my face. . . though I'm not letting him see it. There are many worse things a first grader can do. The shirt is still wearable. He just had a scissors and decided to use it. He is also growing his hair long because he likes to feel sweaty. (Yeah, no clue on that one!) He has one tooth that is hanging on and looks very all crazy when he smiles. He eats almost anything, but did pick all of the peas out of his veggie soup. He asked to bring oreos to school today because two of his friends like them and he wanted to share. He corrected Garrison's Mandarin tonight--and he was right. He obsesses about legos and the ipad. He rarely gets us up in the middle of the night and needs about ten minutes of "whatever" time in the morning before he can begin. He sneaks up on our laps and I often find myself holding him on my lap during church. I'm not complaining. His giggle makes me smile all the time. He is a person of justice and has a hard time letting things go. He is still sensitive about the scars he received while in the hospital. He still brings up remembrances of his time there. He'll play outside longer than any of my other kids. He loves Star Wars and has found that in common with his daddy. He is a Hunan child--he loves spicy food. He'll often sleep on the top of his blankets so he doesn't have to make his bed in the morning. He gets along the best--one-on-one--with his siblings than any other child. (Garrison + Simon or Simon + Noel or Simon + Penny He is good with them all unlike Garrison + Noel = bad combination)
He is my son. He is alive. Gary and I are changed because of the entire experience--God certainly brought all kinds of good through it. I certainly don't want to relive it, but I'm so glad that it is a part of my story of God's amazing faithfulness in my life. We'll be reflecting a lot over the next month--the surgeries, the medications, the pic line, the help, the outpouring of friends and family, our home on the 9th floor. . .it'll be wonderful for us to celebrate all of the victories. Bless God!
I'd much rather be dealing with what we encountered with my Simon tonight. He cut off a chunk of his shirt. Just took a scissors and cut out a piece. I asked him what had happened and he admitted he had cut it off. He didn't even do it to impress anyone--just cut it off! I'm still a little "shaking my head" about it. There is a small smirk on my face. . . though I'm not letting him see it. There are many worse things a first grader can do. The shirt is still wearable. He just had a scissors and decided to use it. He is also growing his hair long because he likes to feel sweaty. (Yeah, no clue on that one!) He has one tooth that is hanging on and looks very all crazy when he smiles. He eats almost anything, but did pick all of the peas out of his veggie soup. He asked to bring oreos to school today because two of his friends like them and he wanted to share. He corrected Garrison's Mandarin tonight--and he was right. He obsesses about legos and the ipad. He rarely gets us up in the middle of the night and needs about ten minutes of "whatever" time in the morning before he can begin. He sneaks up on our laps and I often find myself holding him on my lap during church. I'm not complaining. His giggle makes me smile all the time. He is a person of justice and has a hard time letting things go. He is still sensitive about the scars he received while in the hospital. He still brings up remembrances of his time there. He'll play outside longer than any of my other kids. He loves Star Wars and has found that in common with his daddy. He is a Hunan child--he loves spicy food. He'll often sleep on the top of his blankets so he doesn't have to make his bed in the morning. He gets along the best--one-on-one--with his siblings than any other child. (Garrison + Simon or Simon + Noel or Simon + Penny He is good with them all unlike Garrison + Noel = bad combination)
He is my son. He is alive. Gary and I are changed because of the entire experience--God certainly brought all kinds of good through it. I certainly don't want to relive it, but I'm so glad that it is a part of my story of God's amazing faithfulness in my life. We'll be reflecting a lot over the next month--the surgeries, the medications, the pic line, the help, the outpouring of friends and family, our home on the 9th floor. . .it'll be wonderful for us to celebrate all of the victories. Bless God!
Sunday, March 10, 2013
naughty words
"Mom, when someone kept saying 'scat you' over and over I went over to them on the playground and told them to stop."
My mind quickly raced and it came to the conclusion to not ask about 'scat you'. It is apparently bad. Now I am either WAY behind when it comes to naughty words, or the kids surrounding my children on both the bus and the playground have come up with a new one. I praised Simon for doing what was right. . .and then found out that he had used the word himself! This is the advantage to having two boys in the same grade. Garrison reached over and rubbed my shoulder confessing his own use of 'scat you' and promising me he wouldn't use it again. I kept trying not to smile. Noel asked if it was o.k. to say it back just once when someone keeps saying "scat you scat you scat you scat you scat you scat you". I admired her ability to say it many times without getting into trouble. Bravo little girl. We decided as a car that it isn't good to say it back. I finally asked the overarching. . . overreaching. . . mac daddy question of them all: "Would you say it to Jesus?" The car resounded with a big "No!".
There we go. No more use of the word. If Jesus lives in us then when you are saying it to others, you are saying it to Jesus. Case closed. We moved on to other topics such as obeying your grandparents. (My folks watched the kids at their house for two nights! WOW and THANKS!)
Now if someone could just tell me what 'scat you' means.
My mind quickly raced and it came to the conclusion to not ask about 'scat you'. It is apparently bad. Now I am either WAY behind when it comes to naughty words, or the kids surrounding my children on both the bus and the playground have come up with a new one. I praised Simon for doing what was right. . .and then found out that he had used the word himself! This is the advantage to having two boys in the same grade. Garrison reached over and rubbed my shoulder confessing his own use of 'scat you' and promising me he wouldn't use it again. I kept trying not to smile. Noel asked if it was o.k. to say it back just once when someone keeps saying "scat you scat you scat you scat you scat you scat you". I admired her ability to say it many times without getting into trouble. Bravo little girl. We decided as a car that it isn't good to say it back. I finally asked the overarching. . . overreaching. . . mac daddy question of them all: "Would you say it to Jesus?" The car resounded with a big "No!".
There we go. No more use of the word. If Jesus lives in us then when you are saying it to others, you are saying it to Jesus. Case closed. We moved on to other topics such as obeying your grandparents. (My folks watched the kids at their house for two nights! WOW and THANKS!)
Now if someone could just tell me what 'scat you' means.
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