What good is a spiritual gift, if you don't use it? At my sisters group, we have been looking into what our spiritual gifts are and how to use it.

My problem isn't knowing what mine are, or how to use them. My problem is actually using them. I have great ideas, but I apparently lack the impetuous to doing anything about them.

I have become a linguist. It is not a job I aspired to, but nonetheless here I am.

I am not quite sure when I started in this position, I more or less just fell into it. This language is only a spoken language, and there is no written form anywhere. As far as I know there is no name for it. It is not an easy language to decipher, for it changes periodically. The word for water has changed twice, and several words in English are the same one word in this language.
Another problem is trying to repeat the words. For when I say them as the native does, I am corrected. There are others who study this language and can understand it some, but I am the most fluent since I am immersed in it constantly.

There is only one person who speaks this language - my daughter.

My toilet seat is warm.

Why, you might ask, am I sharing about the temperature of my toilet seat?

Well, let me tell you. You see, we have a powder room that is in the back corner of our house. It was put in many years after the house was built, so unlike the rest of the house it only has baseboard heat. It is really quite ineffective and inefficient. Hence the room is rather cold. The toilet seat takes after cold-blooded animals, by being the temperature of the surroundings. Which means that it also is rather chilly.

My husband had a great idea of putting our portable radiator heater in the adjoining "mud" room. The powder room warmed up some, but that toilet seat was being stubborn. I decided to put the heater in the powder room, even if it took up a fair piece of space.

Well, let me just say that after using the powder room just now, my toilet seat was warm.

This afternoon my son and I had a conversation. While nestled in my arms for a feeding, he thought he would take a break and talk to me. I asked him questions, and he cooed and smiled in response. We talked for a while. I warmed my heart.

My daughter is very into doing what we do. While putting my daughter down for her nap, she had a little dance session. She turned up her music and danced around her room, including the dips. When G or I dance holding her, every so often we bend over while saying "You dip 'em." She apparently caught on and repeats the motion while she dances.

Last night she found a stuffed animal at my parents' house. She held it up to her chest and said it was eating. She than burped the animal, switched to the other side, and burped it again.

It is wonderful to watch her.