Mind is blank.
I enjoy a good challenge; however, not when it comes to physical challenges. I am not a runner like my friend Anita. I am not a swimmer or a marathon walker – so please don’t challenge me with those things.
But. I do like a challenge of words.
Let’s play scrabble.
Now, that is a great challenge. I was raised playing Scrabble. When I was a young Mom with two of my own, I also watched my sister’s three kids. She always worked outside the home and I was a SAHM. At least once a week, my Grandma and I would load up the kids and take them to a park to play. I can picture the park but I’m quite unsure of its name. It was in South Florida.
We would open the car doors and the five piled out and ran to the playground equipment: swings, slides, monkey bars, carousel, and what have you. We would open the trunk and methodically unload the tablecloth, the Scrabble game, The cooler jug with Kool-Aid, and the various snacks we prepared for both the children and us.
Our favorite picnic table
You know the one, under the tree with a clear view of the kids.
Let the challenge begin
Now, you have to know my Grandma. She and Grandpa (he was in heaven by this time) were competitive game players. Yahtzee, Scrabble, Uno and I’m sure there were more but I cannot remember.
We set up one end of the table as a snack station for the kiddos and the other end, with the tablecloth, the Scrabble board, the tiles, the score pad and pen, and the Scrabble word book – let not the two sections mingle!
Ready? Choose your tiles
She had a homemade drawstring bag for the tiles – this was long before Scrabble Deluxe – whoever had closest to an A went first. No passing. You had to play unless you were willing to lose your turn by exchanging tiles. The Word Book could only be used for a spell challenge.
Let the CHALLENGE begin
No one wanted to play Scrabble with Grandma and me – they said “we played for blood.” We WERE serious players. She taught me well, no one wants to play Scrabble with me either.
Oh Grandma – those were the days I miss the most. I loved you then. I might even love you more now.
Your job is to speak out on the things that make for solid doctrine.
Guide older men into lives of temperance, dignity, and wisdom, into healthy faith, love, and endurance.Guide older women into lives of reverence so they end up as neither gossips nor drunks, but models of goodness. By looking at them, the younger women will know how to love their husbands and children, be virtuous and pure, keep a good house, be good wives. We don’t want anyone looking down on God’s Message because of their behavior. Also, guide the young men to live disciplined lives. Titus 2.1-6 (The Message)