I'm just reminding myself since it seems
I've been misplacing myself in my week.
Does that ever happen to you? It does to me.
A lot.
For one thing, I've been pretty busy. Not with anything unusual,
just the normal stuff.
Making sure our house is pleasant place to come home to,
keeping the cat alive,
attempting to sculpt some muscle out of this wimpy body via the gym,
bringing home a paycheck.
Just that stuff.
And then there's the fact I've been sublimely happy.
I know it sounds crazy.
I kind of feel like I shouldn't even say (type) that out loud.
There's certainly a combination of factors going on here,
but I'll let you in on a good secret for starting out.
Ask God for stuff.
No, not like the vending machine,
"Can I have a million dollars?" sort of thing.
Stuff you know He already wants you to have...
An overwhelming sense of His presence.
The strength to do what I cannot do by yourself.
The ability to love well.
The assurance that my worth is secure in Him.
The wisdom to conciously make the right choices.
(especially when I don't feel like it)
The power to pray.
Peace.
Joy.
Before we go getting any ideas that I've actually figured any of this out, let's nip it in the bud and say: yeah right.
I've messed up a lot this week (...day...hour)
But I can feel it beginning.
He is gently showing me how I could be, what life could be like,
as I allow Him to cultivate these things in me.
He is so faithful
And I realize I'm not always going to be on the "gentle-mercy lesson plan."
Sometimes His lessons are the tough love sort.
Sometimes things don't "work out."
Okay, let's face it, sometimes our fallen world sucks.
I'm not saying any of that is any less true.
He is quite possibly preparing me for battle.
But He's allowing me to learn in "green pastures" right now,
where blessings are obvious and I know I can feel Him.
And I am loving every minute!
On a lesser note....
Last night I had my first experience with the show, "Extreme Couponing."
Poor Bama Man had to sit there while I
boomeranged from excited to envious to disgusted
and back.
As a "couponer" who tries pretty hard and has some luck
(but no real skill or consistancy -
you know how I am about finishing things)
Part of me wishes I had the time or energy
to be as devoted, and reap the benefits,
that those people do.
Cause let's face it, I am definetely still in the
"You saved $15.60 with us today,
and still spent a ridiculous amount of money" phase.
But then I saw some of the crap that these people are buying
IN HUGE AMOUNTS!
Who really need 100 packages of Airheads candy?
Short of someone opening a candy stand at summer camp.
Short of someone opening a candy stand at summer camp.
I'm just sayin'
So, here is my verdict:
Working really hard to provide food for your family at the right price
Good.
Purchasing 150 bags of cat treats because they were on sale
and you had the coupon
but you don't own a cat.
And you still keep them in your stockroom
instead of donating them to a shelter or something.
I did it. I played wiffle ball.
I wish this was one of those Hollywood stories where I tell you that I hit a home run, scored the winning run, or at least saved myself from acute embarrassment. If that is what you are waiting for, you are about to be sorely disappointed. If that's what you would like to think happened, you have my permission to go ahead and leave with nice happy vision of my success in your head. I need all the help I can get. In actuality, I was pretty awful. You think I'm exaggerating? I have at least 30 witnesses that can attest to the fact that, at one point, I actually batted the ball into my own head. Yep. Absolutely disgraceful. Here's the thing though: I had so much fun! Our team won 13-1 (without my help, obviously, but I still take part in the victory), and it was amazing to simply let go and play a game!
Well, I am done. Done being the "cool" kid on the wall, and ready to be the moron risking personal safety and the good opinion of all to have a little fun, and maybe, just once in awhile, actually score.
A little sick.
I think I've made my case.
Even if I'm going to be a complete hypocrite and
watch the show every chance I get.
Just being real.
I hope y'all are having a fabulous Thursday!
Hasta pronto...
Just being real.
I hope y'all are having a fabulous Thursday!
The weekend is just two days away.
And not just any weekend, on of the best:
Easter!
Easter!
Hasta pronto...
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Happy Wednesday!
I'm not supposed to be here right now, so if anybody asks, you never saw me. I should be doing Spanish homework (and I WILL...in just a second) but I just had to take a moment to visit with all of you! The allure of this blog is positively witchcraft I tell you. I don't even really have anything to say, just wanted to come around and yap. Besides not doing homework, I've been spending my morning with my head buried in my Bible, and trying to ward of the overly affectionate advances of the cat - who keeps trying to bury his head in my coffee. Eggs and toast for breakfast, how very cliche - but yummy.
What are you up to this morning?
Also, I just had to show you this....
It's one of this "tee-shirt" necklaces. I saw a tutorial the other day and I Simply had to try my hand at it - and I did! It's little rough around the edges, but that's part of the charm.....right.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Wiffle Ball and Other Life Lessons
I did it. I played wiffle ball.
Yes, it IS a big deal. People play wiffle ball everyday - but I don't. In fact, I have managed to get through 21 years of living without subjecting myself that particular game. Actually, I have spent the last 21 years avoiding any game or situation with a large possibility of looking stupid, making mistakes, or general humiliation of any kind. And Wiffle Ball is a game where the primary purpose is to hit a ball a couple inches wide, with a "bat" that has the circumference of about a nickel, and if you actually manage to succeed at this, you then have to run faster than the opposing team can catch.
Insecure? Me? Maybe.
But working with a bunch of teenagers can cause you to do surprising things however, and after spotting the "cool" kids sitting on the wall, refusing to play all for the sake of not looking "stupid" it suddenly occurred to me that I did not want to be a "cool" kid sitting on the edge of life! So, against my better judgement, I played.
I wish this was one of those Hollywood stories where I tell you that I hit a home run, scored the winning run, or at least saved myself from acute embarrassment. If that is what you are waiting for, you are about to be sorely disappointed. If that's what you would like to think happened, you have my permission to go ahead and leave with nice happy vision of my success in your head. I need all the help I can get. In actuality, I was pretty awful. You think I'm exaggerating? I have at least 30 witnesses that can attest to the fact that, at one point, I actually batted the ball into my own head. Yep. Absolutely disgraceful. Here's the thing though: I had so much fun! Our team won 13-1 (without my help, obviously, but I still take part in the victory), and it was amazing to simply let go and play a game!
Now, I realize I'm probably taking this wiffle ball analogy a little deep. It is, after all, just a game. Life is a lot more than a game. But is it really? Beyond the real reasons we're here, our purpose, our mission to live the life God has for us, isn't the rest about getting up every morning and choosing to get out of bed and step up to the plate of life (I know, it's so very very corny), even at the risk of looking like a complete idiot. And isn't that kind of what the big stuff is about too? I know it is to me. I am completely ashamed at how many hours of my day are consumed with thoughts designed to keep me saying the right things, doing the right things, being the right person. And when I say "right" I don't really mean "right." All I really mean is cool.
Well, I am done. Done being the "cool" kid on the wall, and ready to be the moron risking personal safety and the good opinion of all to have a little fun, and maybe, just once in awhile, actually score.
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