Monday, August 15, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Twelve year old me
This post is inspired by Matt over at The Church of No People. I didn't really follow his format, but hey, he wrote his post 6 months ago so I figure the rules are unimportant at this point.
Twelve year old me:
When I was 12, I wanted to be the first woman to play Major League Baseball (for the Pittsburgh Pirates). Instead, I told people I wanted to be a teacher because that was much more practical.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Stay at Home Moms
by Jennifer Johnson (I took this from a note posted on Facebook.)
A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The ...door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.
A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The ...door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Wait - patiently, quietly - upon the Lord.
(Isa 40:31 MKJV) but those who wait on Jehovah shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.
(Lam 3:26 ASV) It is good that a man should hope and quietly wait for the salvation of Jehovah.
(Rom 8:25 MKJV) But if we hope for that which we do not see, then we wait for it with patience.
(Lam 3:26 ASV) It is good that a man should hope and quietly wait for the salvation of Jehovah.
(Rom 8:25 MKJV) But if we hope for that which we do not see, then we wait for it with patience.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Fixin' the fence.
Today was a beautiful day! The sun was bright, the clouds were no where to be found and I got to spend a few hours working with my dad! These are the days I live for. I tend to be solar powered, so I was a working machine. I started off doing some spring cleaning of old paper work. My dad announced he was heading to the store to get the parts he needed to fix our sad looking dysfunctional gate. A couple days ago I had asked if I could assist him in repairing it since we have dogs that need a sturdy gate. I left all my paper work behind and had him show me where to start digging the new fence post hole while he went to the store. A 3 foot deep hole is not easy to dig! Over the course of the afternoon, we took down the gate, and then put it all back together. It was a much better workout than going to the gym. Not to mention the feeling of accomplishment :)
I love doing projects with my dad - though I'm not sure he really knows how much! I made sure to let him know that I'd much rather help him with a project than go to school! I love my father a TON! Doing things like this with him just reminds me how smart and how strong he is. YUP! That's MY dad!
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Struggles of life
This short clip from the movie Three Amigos is how I've been feeling lately regarding school and life in general. "Ouch." BUT all the effort is worth the reward at the top!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Blessing in the City [Spurgeon]
If thou shalt hearken unto the voice of the Lord thy God, blessed shalt thou be in the city. (Deuteronomy 28:2-3)
The city is full of care, and he who has to go there from day to day finds it to be a place of great wear and tear. It is full of noise, and stir, and bustle, and sore travail; many are its temptations, losses, and worries. But to go there with the divine blessing takes off the edge of its difficulty; to remain there with that blessing is to find pleasure in its duties and strength equal to its demands.
A blessing in the city may not make us great, but it will keep us good; it may not make us rich, but it will preserve us honest. Whether we are porters, or clerks, or managers, or merchants, or magistrates, the city will afford us opportunities for usefulness. It is good fishing where there are shoals of fish, and it is hopeful to work for our Lord amid the thronging crowds. We might prefer the quiet of a country life; but if called to town, we may certainly prefer it because there is room for our energies.
Today let us expect good things because of this promise, and let our care be to have an open ear to the voice of the Lord and a ready hand to execute His bidding. Obedience brings the blessing. "In keeping his commandments there is great reward."
The city is full of care, and he who has to go there from day to day finds it to be a place of great wear and tear. It is full of noise, and stir, and bustle, and sore travail; many are its temptations, losses, and worries. But to go there with the divine blessing takes off the edge of its difficulty; to remain there with that blessing is to find pleasure in its duties and strength equal to its demands.
A blessing in the city may not make us great, but it will keep us good; it may not make us rich, but it will preserve us honest. Whether we are porters, or clerks, or managers, or merchants, or magistrates, the city will afford us opportunities for usefulness. It is good fishing where there are shoals of fish, and it is hopeful to work for our Lord amid the thronging crowds. We might prefer the quiet of a country life; but if called to town, we may certainly prefer it because there is room for our energies.
Today let us expect good things because of this promise, and let our care be to have an open ear to the voice of the Lord and a ready hand to execute His bidding. Obedience brings the blessing. "In keeping his commandments there is great reward."
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Negative Meditation
The scripture teaches that we should meditate.
"Meditate on these things;" [1 Timothy 4:15]
"...but you shall meditate on it by day and by night..." [Joshua 1:8]
"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing..." [Psalm 19:14]
What exactly is meditation? Is it quieting the mind until you have no thoughts? No. Is it sitting Indian style on the floor with thumbs holding your index fingers making strange humming sounds? Not really. I like to picture mediation as the mind "chewing" on a thought. Taking time to consider each word and it's meaning and how each word connects to the rest of the words. Thinking of the idea in relation to who said it, when it was said, why it was said, and how it was said. God wants us to use the mind he created in us. Scripture encourages meditation as a positive thing. It's beneficial! Meditation on the Word, day and night, WILL CHANGE US!
What about negative meditation? Is there such a thing? Absolutely! It's more commonly known as WORRY. To worry is to meditate with a foundation of fear that results in stress, anxiety, lack of trust, misdirection, and to top it off - worry accomplishes nothing!
"Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?" [Matthew 6:27]
Too often we get the silly idea that worry is the same as concern. Wrong. To have concern is to recognize there is a potential problem and to think upon possible actions that can be taken in the here and now. Worry is just speculation about the 'ifs' of tomorrow of which you have no control. Another ill fated idea is that worrying somehow means you are taking action. Nope. Worry is counter-productive. It only distracts the mind. "Worry is like a rocking chair; it keeps you busy, but never gets you anywhere." [Unknown].
Worry keeps us from putting trust in God. He cares for sparrows and lilies. Sparrows and lilies. Should I say it again? 'Cares for' does not mean that God has a preference for sparrows and lilies, or that He gets a fuzzy feeling thinking about them. It means that He takes care of them - He provides for their needs. Do you not understand how INFINITELY MORE IMPORTANT AND VALUABLE YOU ARE TO GOD, than common sparrows and lilies??
So let's make a plan, for without vision the people perish. Let's throw out that nasty old negative meditation and replace it with proper meditation. What should we think about then?
God wants us to think upon Him; to think upon His promises; to think upon His love, His peace, His authority, His victory! Philippians 4:8 instructs us, "whatever things are true, whatever things are honest, whatever things are right, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report; if there is any virtue and if there is any praise, think on these things." If we have any chance of successfully meditating on the Word, we must be READING it. That's step one.
Step two is to be prepared to take captive our thoughts when we are tempted to worry. All we have to do is remember to pray when those moments arise. Lord, my thoughts right now are really wanting to fall into worry about (insert issue here), but I know your Word tells me not to worry, so I give this issue to you and thank you that you've already given me the strength to resist temptation and you've not given me a spirit of fear, but of a sound mind. We cannot win a battle without both defense (prayer) and offense (meditation of the Word).
I leave you with the following medley from Third Day. Listen to the words, soak in the music, and turn your eyes upon Jesus, for the things of the world will grow quickly dim.
[Click here for excellent message on meditating on the Word.]
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
We Are Okay
We Are Okay - Joshua Radin
We are grown but cannot see
Lost our world of make believe
Simple times now seem so far
Used to be in my backyard
yeah, the world was still in my backyard
But, we are okay, we are alright
we sing very loud,
yeah, we're singing
we are okay, we are alright
close our eyes, close our mouth
yeah, we shut our eyes though we're in doubt
Build me a home from a cardboard box
Many windows never locked
This is how we used to play
Shorter nights and longer days
With faith we would not fade away
But we are okay, we are alright
We sing very loud
yeah, we're singing
We are okay, we are alright
Close our eyes, close our mouth
Yeah we shut our eyes though we're in doubt
And so it goes
We can never seem to find the time we lost
Though we try at any cost
We try, we sing
We are okay, we are alright
We sing very loud
Yeah, we're singing
We are okay, we are alright
Close our eyes, close our mouth
yeah we shut our eyes though we're in doubt
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Today's Devo from Andrew Wommack Ministries
John 20:21 "Then said Jesus to them again, Peace be unto you: as my Father hath sent me, even so send I you."
JOHN 20:21
The dictionary states that to reconcile means to re-establish friendship between; to settle or resolve, as a dispute. The key to reconciliation is to effectively deal with the enmity, ill will, hatred, or hostility that caused the dispute, etc.
The enmity between man and God was sin. God took the initiative to remove this barrier through the means and agency of Jesus Christ, thus leaving man and God as friends once again.
We have received the ministry of reconciliation. That means we are in the ministry of reconciling people to God. Much of what people call the gospel today is actually alienating man from God. True, we need to show people their need for God to get them to receive His forgiveness and reconciliation, but the angry and bitter attitude some people have when confronting the sinner, is not correct.
Imputing people's sins unto them was not the way God used Jesus to reconcile the world unto Himself. We should not focus on the problem of sin, but on the answer of God's grace (Rom. 5:20).
When you read a newspaper, you read about things that have already happened. They are not reporting prophecy. They are reporting the news. So our real job as ministers of reconciliation is to announce the good NEWS, which is an accomplished fact - that sin has already been dealt with through the person of Christ. We should say, "Now we beseech you, be ye reconciled to God. Change your mind and believe the gospel so that you may partake of what has already been done on your behalf."
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Let's get over ourselves...
Why is American culture so focused on independence? It's all about doin' it yourself and taking all the due credit. It's okay to give assistance to someone who asks, but Good Heavens! you better not be the one asking. It's no wonder Americans have such trouble with free grace and salvation in Christ. Accepting God's provision means we are admitting dependence on God. Our impressive independence could end up being our down fall. We really are such a lonely people! I ride the bus every day to school and hardly anyone says a word to another person. Most people, young and old, go about their commute with headphones on that clearly send the message of DO NOT DISTURB. It makes me sad. I try to make a point to always greet and thank my bus drivers and I don't wear earphones while on the bus. I may have a tired look on my face, but I want to be approachable and offer a smile to those around me. We really are all in this together and the sooner we realize that, the better.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Taking the reigns.
I've started my 3rd week of class and I'm still having fun. The subject matter is really interesting to me and the social dynamics of the group are really entertaining. I do wish I was more studious and could keep up with the work load better. At least I'm aware of my time managment weakness and admission is half the battle, right? Ideally, I'd like to use my morning train ride as devo time. Perhaps my lunch hour or my ride home can be my blog time. It's easier to write a post when the topic is fresh on my mind.
Last Wednesday at the Youth Church I volunteer at I gave the message for the evening. It started off a bit bumpy but then I hit the part I was most passionate about and the kids quieted down. I'll post my notes on here eventually. This last weekend was the Youth Conference for the AOG Northwest district. I felt like an old person. I wanted to complain about the music volume and the encouraging of high energy and yadda yadda. Thankfully, the Lord ebbed me a few times to stop complaining and just join in the fun and be an example for the teens who were there. It's humbling when you hear God whisper "Hey, this is about ME, not you." He's never rude about it, just a gentle reminder.
Sometimes I can be so negative about church conferences. I don't like the idea of going away for a couple days to get high on Jesus only to come back home and drop from that high. I've seen it happen too many times and a resulting bitterness is planted, or a misunderstanding of how our faith should feel begins to grow. I do believe should go to events like that (or church even) expecting God to be there, but we should also know that while an emotional high itself isn't a bad thing, we can distort it into something that it is not. We need to learn to live out our faith reguardless of how we feel. The Truth of the Word is what we should stand on and live by. If you're feeling lonely, that doesn't mean God isn't there. The Word tells us that he will never leave us or forsake us. We must reign our emotions, not let them reign us.
Peace to you!
Last Wednesday at the Youth Church I volunteer at I gave the message for the evening. It started off a bit bumpy but then I hit the part I was most passionate about and the kids quieted down. I'll post my notes on here eventually. This last weekend was the Youth Conference for the AOG Northwest district. I felt like an old person. I wanted to complain about the music volume and the encouraging of high energy and yadda yadda. Thankfully, the Lord ebbed me a few times to stop complaining and just join in the fun and be an example for the teens who were there. It's humbling when you hear God whisper "Hey, this is about ME, not you." He's never rude about it, just a gentle reminder.
Sometimes I can be so negative about church conferences. I don't like the idea of going away for a couple days to get high on Jesus only to come back home and drop from that high. I've seen it happen too many times and a resulting bitterness is planted, or a misunderstanding of how our faith should feel begins to grow. I do believe should go to events like that (or church even) expecting God to be there, but we should also know that while an emotional high itself isn't a bad thing, we can distort it into something that it is not. We need to learn to live out our faith reguardless of how we feel. The Truth of the Word is what we should stand on and live by. If you're feeling lonely, that doesn't mean God isn't there. The Word tells us that he will never leave us or forsake us. We must reign our emotions, not let them reign us.
Peace to you!
Monday, October 4, 2010
Seattle with Sarah!
More to come later about my "Terp Adventures."
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Doing my duty.
Over the last two weeks I was on jury duty. I served two years ago, but only had to show up for one day and nothing happened. This time it was more interesting. I drove out to the courthouse 5 times over the two weeks. I was put on two different panels, but the first case ended up taking a plea I never got past filling out a questionnaire. Being on a panel means you are part of a group of 35-50 people who will be used to select a jury for a trial. While on my second panel we were questioned by both attorneys in the presence of the judge and the defendant. In the end, I was not chosen as a juror for the trial, but I was very interested in taking an ethics class.
I really enjoyed the questioning and hearing the views and opinions of the other jurors. Many questions were asked that I had never thought about before as something that could make a juror impartial. Some of the questions really made me think about myself and though I knew the proper answer, I had to decide if that was my answer. I even began to question the selection process itself. It was curious that the lawyers were the ones to decide who the defendant's peers were from our panel of 35 strangers. I'm not sure who else would make that choice, but I wondered if the process was being done in the best way possible.
I am curious about how that particular case will turn out and I'd love to be a fly on the wall during juror deliberation, but I'll have to live without knowing. Perhaps one day I will take an ethics class.
I really enjoyed the questioning and hearing the views and opinions of the other jurors. Many questions were asked that I had never thought about before as something that could make a juror impartial. Some of the questions really made me think about myself and though I knew the proper answer, I had to decide if that was my answer. I even began to question the selection process itself. It was curious that the lawyers were the ones to decide who the defendant's peers were from our panel of 35 strangers. I'm not sure who else would make that choice, but I wondered if the process was being done in the best way possible.
I am curious about how that particular case will turn out and I'd love to be a fly on the wall during juror deliberation, but I'll have to live without knowing. Perhaps one day I will take an ethics class.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Twenty Eight
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Last weekend I celebrated 3rd anniversary of my 25th birthday. It was pretty fantastic if I do say so myself. I tried new things, played like a kid, and was blessed by so many who love me. My friends threw me a Pink Elephant Party. We did a normal white elephant gift exchange, only the theme was 'summer'. My darling best friend made me an A-mazing pink elephant cake! She is brilliant :) Heidi brought me some lovely sunflowers that happen to match my shirt perfectly that day, and we had matching sweaters. Jason's sombrero was the big hit of the gift exchange. Many thanks to Comfort Food Cafe for opening their doors for my party!.jpg)
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I love the summer!
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The rest of the weekend was great as well. Jason & I went to Seattle to see the Ballard Locks & Fish Ladder as well as a lovely dinner at Ray's. I even ate Salmon. Then, he gave me a pretty rad gift. An SX-70 Polaroid with carrying case, original instructions, film, and flash bars! It's pretty. We also spent time hanging out in Puyallup; went bowling, caught a movie, lunch at Cattin's, coffee at Forza, chilled with the strawberry man. All in all, it was a fan-spankin-tastic start to another trip around the sun. I am incredible blessed by all the people that love me and I am thankful to each one of them!Friday, July 23, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
How's tricks?
I guess it's been a while, ay? It seems this year I've fizzled out my blogging time. At some point I realized I didn't have a set focus for this blog so it fell through the proverbial crack and was forgotten. There's this part of me that over romanticizes the act of sitting down to a keyboard and clicking out some thoughts on a public forum.
Even now, as I sit alone at a busy coffee shop, I imagine myself as the primary movie character in some loathsome situation that needs narrating in order to convey to the audience some completely irrelevant truth. Somehow, I feel more alive. As if, I have some piece of the answer to life's biggest question and no one has a clue how close they are to the truth that is contained in my finger tips. Suddenly I feel a sermon coming on....
I've always loved the idea of being a writer, but I've never considered myself one. Primarily because I've always heard that writers are those people who can't go a day without putting ink to the page. They have a constant need to express themselves through written word, and that's just not the case for me. I've also never thought myself brave enough to be a writer.
All too often I find myself conjuring up a scene from some story that is rolling around in my mind. Unfortunately, I'm terrible at completing those stories. Maybe one day I'll put all those scenes together and have a masterpiece. Who knows. Meanwhile, I suppose I'll keep jotting down those scenes, if only to get them out of my head.
Even now, as I sit alone at a busy coffee shop, I imagine myself as the primary movie character in some loathsome situation that needs narrating in order to convey to the audience some completely irrelevant truth. Somehow, I feel more alive. As if, I have some piece of the answer to life's biggest question and no one has a clue how close they are to the truth that is contained in my finger tips. Suddenly I feel a sermon coming on....
I've always loved the idea of being a writer, but I've never considered myself one. Primarily because I've always heard that writers are those people who can't go a day without putting ink to the page. They have a constant need to express themselves through written word, and that's just not the case for me. I've also never thought myself brave enough to be a writer.
All too often I find myself conjuring up a scene from some story that is rolling around in my mind. Unfortunately, I'm terrible at completing those stories. Maybe one day I'll put all those scenes together and have a masterpiece. Who knows. Meanwhile, I suppose I'll keep jotting down those scenes, if only to get them out of my head.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Handling a tough situation with poise and compassion:
The following letter is a great example of how to handle a delicate but difficult situation. It’s laced with humor, compassion and genuine interest as demonstrated in the effort it took to craft such a great response. Something to keep in mind the next time you're challenged to respond in a difficult situation.
The back story involves a man in Vermont who digs up items from his backyard and then promptly sends these items to the Smithsonian Institute for consideration. He carefully labels them with scientific names, insisting they are rare archaeological finds.
The following is the actual letter returned in response:
Smithsonian Institute
207 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, DC 20078
Dear Mr. Williams:
Thank you for your latest submission to the Institute, labeled “93211-D, layer seven, next to the clothesline post…Hominid skull.”
We have given this specimen a careful and detailed examination, and regret to inform you that we disagree with your theory that it represents conclusive proof of the presence of Early Man in Charleston County two million years ago.
Rather, it appears that what you have found is the head of a Barbie doll, of the variety that one of our staff, who has small children, believes to be “Malibu Barbie.”
It is evident that you have given a great deal of thought to the analysis of this specimen, and you may be quite certain that those of us who are familiar with your prior work in the field were loathe to come to contradiction with your findings.
However, we do feel that there are a number of physical attributes of the specimen which might have tipped you off to its modern origin:
1. The material is molded plastic. Ancient hominid remains are typically fossilized bone.
2. The cranial capacity of the specimen is approximately 9 cubic centimeters, well below the threshold of even the earliest identified proto-homonids.
3. The dentition pattern evident on the skull is more consistent with the common domesticated dog than it is with the ravenous man-eating Pliocene clams you speculate roamed the wetlands during that time.
This latter finding is certainly one of the most intriguing hypotheses you have submitted in your history with this institution, but the evidence seems to weigh rather heavily against it. Without going into too much detail, let us say that:
a. The specimen looks like the head of a Barbie doll that a dog has chewed on.
b. Clams don’t have teeth.
It is with feelings tinged with melancholy that we must deny your request to have the specimen carbon-dated. This is partially due to the heavy load our lab must bear in its normal operation, and partly due to carbon dating’s notorious inaccuracy in fossils of recent geologic record.
To the best of our knowledge, no Barbie dolls were produced prior to 1956 AD, and carbon dating is likely to produce wildly inaccurate results.
Sadly, we must also deny your request that we approach the National Science Foundation Phylogeny Department with the concept of assigning your specimen the scientific name Australopithecus spiff-arino.
Speaking personally, I, for one, fought tenaciously for the acceptance of your proposed taxonomy, but was ultimately voted down because the species name you selected was hyphenated, and didn’t really sound like it might be Latin.
However, we gladly accept your generous donation of this fascinating specimen to the museum. While it is undoubtedly not a Hominid fossil, it is, nonetheless, yet another riveting example of the great body of work you seem to accumulate here so effortlessly.
You should know that our Director has reserved a special shelf in his own office for the display of the specimens you have previously submitted to the Institution, and the entire staff speculates daily on what you will happen upon next in your digs at the site you have discovered in your Newport back yard.
We eagerly anticipate your trip to our nation’s capital that you proposed in your last letter, and several of us are pressing the Director to pay for it.
We are particularly interested in hearing you expand on your theories surrounding the trans-positating fillifitation of ferrous ions in a structural matrix that makes the excellent juvenile Tyrannosaurus rex femur you recently discovered take on the deceptive appearance of a rusty 9-mm Sears Craftsman automotive crescent wrench.
Yours in Science,
Harvey Rowe
Chief Curator- Antiquities
The back story involves a man in Vermont who digs up items from his backyard and then promptly sends these items to the Smithsonian Institute for consideration. He carefully labels them with scientific names, insisting they are rare archaeological finds.
The following is the actual letter returned in response:
Smithsonian Institute
207 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, DC 20078
Dear Mr. Williams:
Thank you for your latest submission to the Institute, labeled “93211-D, layer seven, next to the clothesline post…Hominid skull.”
We have given this specimen a careful and detailed examination, and regret to inform you that we disagree with your theory that it represents conclusive proof of the presence of Early Man in Charleston County two million years ago.
Rather, it appears that what you have found is the head of a Barbie doll, of the variety that one of our staff, who has small children, believes to be “Malibu Barbie.”
It is evident that you have given a great deal of thought to the analysis of this specimen, and you may be quite certain that those of us who are familiar with your prior work in the field were loathe to come to contradiction with your findings.
However, we do feel that there are a number of physical attributes of the specimen which might have tipped you off to its modern origin:
1. The material is molded plastic. Ancient hominid remains are typically fossilized bone.
2. The cranial capacity of the specimen is approximately 9 cubic centimeters, well below the threshold of even the earliest identified proto-homonids.
3. The dentition pattern evident on the skull is more consistent with the common domesticated dog than it is with the ravenous man-eating Pliocene clams you speculate roamed the wetlands during that time.
a. The specimen looks like the head of a Barbie doll that a dog has chewed on.
b. Clams don’t have teeth.
It is with feelings tinged with melancholy that we must deny your request to have the specimen carbon-dated. This is partially due to the heavy load our lab must bear in its normal operation, and partly due to carbon dating’s notorious inaccuracy in fossils of recent geologic record.
To the best of our knowledge, no Barbie dolls were produced prior to 1956 AD, and carbon dating is likely to produce wildly inaccurate results.
Sadly, we must also deny your request that we approach the National Science Foundation Phylogeny Department with the concept of assigning your specimen the scientific name Australopithecus spiff-arino.
Speaking personally, I, for one, fought tenaciously for the acceptance of your proposed taxonomy, but was ultimately voted down because the species name you selected was hyphenated, and didn’t really sound like it might be Latin.
However, we gladly accept your generous donation of this fascinating specimen to the museum. While it is undoubtedly not a Hominid fossil, it is, nonetheless, yet another riveting example of the great body of work you seem to accumulate here so effortlessly.
You should know that our Director has reserved a special shelf in his own office for the display of the specimens you have previously submitted to the Institution, and the entire staff speculates daily on what you will happen upon next in your digs at the site you have discovered in your Newport back yard.
We eagerly anticipate your trip to our nation’s capital that you proposed in your last letter, and several of us are pressing the Director to pay for it.
We are particularly interested in hearing you expand on your theories surrounding the trans-positating fillifitation of ferrous ions in a structural matrix that makes the excellent juvenile Tyrannosaurus rex femur you recently discovered take on the deceptive appearance of a rusty 9-mm Sears Craftsman automotive crescent wrench.
Yours in Science,
Harvey Rowe
Chief Curator- Antiquities
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