Birthdays
24 Jan 2011 Leave a comment
Some birthdays are easier than others. The very first one…stressful. 16…quite easy. 21…easy. 40…less easy than some of those others. This one I’ve been dreading, partly because it’s 40, and partly because we’re away from our family and friends. Our culture makes a big deal out of ’40’ and I bought into it, feeling a bit sorry for myself along the way. Going into a ‘big birthday’ and feeling lonely is quite a bummer. However, I got some perspective a few days ago. I remembered my birthday 5 years ago. I was in the beautiful land of Kenya, but I was by myself. And I was sick. Not a fabulous birthday. I had met some wonderful people who tried to make the day special for me. They were SO kind! But it was still rough, not feeling well and being on a different continent from Matt and S. This year is much better. I’m with Matt and our children. And other than a minor cold, I’m pretty healthy.
Cars
21 Jan 2011 Leave a comment
Love them. Hate them. They are a pain in the derrière yet I am so grateful to have one. Today was was of those ambivalent days. I was grateful to drive my vehicle around, but the only reason I was driving it around was because of my vehicle’s needs, which are many. It needs gas all the time. It needs oil. It gets dirty and I have to wash it. If its tires aren’t all nice and puffy it slows down and wastes the gasoline I gave it. If someone leaves a light on it refuses to start the next day. Not only is the van needy, the government wants the vehicle to have a special license and it requires me to have all this paperwork in order to have the special license. Seriously…the vehicle is handy and all, but really demanding.
Martha
20 Jan 2011 2 Comments
Martha is a chick I can relate to. She likes to get things done and is a hard worker. Both are awesome attributes. I’ll bet people appreciated her because she was kind and anxious to help others. She was probably one you could count on if you were in a bind. However, there is one quality she struggled with and I do as well. She wasn’t a be-er. No, not beer. That’s entirely different. Martha stunk at BEing. Me too. I stink at BEing. At sitting. At relaxing. At ignoring the pile of papers/dishes/clothes/to do lists. In all honesty, I stink at enjoying my children some days. Not because I don’t think they’re fabulous. Not because I don’t want to play. But because the clutter drives me crazy. I’m one of those “don’t function well in chaos” people. I think God designed me that way. I like order. A lot. Can you imagine the world if no one needed order? Laundry would overflow the streets. Children would climb on the piles of mail. Birthdays and anniversaries would be celebrated randomly and without cake (oh my!) Grocery stores would be overflowing with people because they had no lists. Yes, people like me are definitely helpful!
But then there is Mary. She was the one who, on at least one day, got kudos from Jesus. For BEing. She was a be-er. She was great at listening to Jesus. I’ll bet she was also great at enjoying children.
Lately God has been ‘allowing’ me to live in chaos. Did I mention I really don’t function well in it? My brain gets ‘clogged up’ when there is lots of clutter/stuff to do around. I’m NOT a fan. But apparently this is the season for clogging. J has been sleeping miserably and many days I’m struggling to get through. That doesn’t leave much energy for order.
To give an example, I still have the Christmas stuff up. Yes, many people do that. You may be one who happily leaves it up till Spring. I am not. It should be neatly packed away by now. The holiday cheer is gone from the decorations and now they taunt me. The snowmen are threatening to melt at any moment. Little animals in their sweaters are begging to be packed away before the Alabama heat kicks in. Our Christmas tree is shoved into our tiny office, so each time I get into a desk drawer I have to fight an artificial pine tree. I don’t know if you’ve ever fought one, but believe me, it can be quite the opponent!
I find myself having to choose every day how I want to spend the limited energy I have. We make choices every day, because they pass quickly, but some periods of life require us to be far more intentional than others. Grad school was a season like that for me. I had to choose what I’d do with my preciously small amount of free time. These days when we visit home I have to decide how to maximize time with loved ones and my schedule has to be carefully chosen.
Every once in a while I do a beautiful job (if I do say so myself) of choosing to be a Mary. It’s usually a deliberate decision, because Martha-ness runs deep in my bones. Yesterday was one of those days. It was a lovely day, filled with tickles, toys, and slobber. Every once in a while I realize how quickly childhood goes by. It’s much too short and all I can do is hang on tight and snatch whatever moments I can. Yesterday I snatched as hard as I good. Today I may not be grabbing all day long, but I’ll be sure to snag a few moments. Even a Martha at heart can savor some Mary minutes each day. In fact, I can see a toddler who needs to be tickled…gotta run.
(Luke 10)
Storypraxis
15 Jan 2011 Leave a comment
There’s a great website encouraging people to write. Ten minutes a day. That’s it. He gives you a prompt for the day and you write about it for ten minutes. When you’re done you can post it on the site. I think it is a phenomenal idea. The prompts vary from common words/phrases to a few I’ve had to look up their meaning. Some days I’m inspired to write but don’t have time, other days I’ve got nothing. Today the prompt is “fired.” I thought, this is one I can easily do…..
–She walked right in and fired. One shot straight to his chest. It was just like she had dreamed…except for the two guys with him. They saw her. They knew who she was. So she took off. She ran faster than she had known she could. She ran out of the building, the cool air smacking her face. She rolled under a fence, barely noticing the scraping on her legs. She jumped up and kept running, through the tall grass and behind some trees. She had to get away. She would get away.
The morning began with her husband gloating, again. She knew today would be different. She knew today she would wipe the smug grin right off of his face. She plotted and waited. She waited for just the right moment. Then she walked in with no hesitation and shot. She hadn’t realized the other two were there until it was too late. Her clean getaway ruined. But it was just an inconvenience, really. She’d get away. She was fast and she was small. She could hide easily. She’d keep hiding. She just needed to go a little longer. This time the paintball trophy would be hers.–
Word for the Year
05 Jan 2011 2 Comments
It’s 2011. I’m still trying to comprehend that. I just heard a song on the radio that came out at least 25 years ago. I remember listening to it on the radio when it was first popular. Oh my. Maybe I was in utero and I remember it? Nope. Nor was I in my crib. Time goes faster the older I get.