No I’m not referring to the strange, yet amusing movie from the 90’s that has most likely left David Bowie still wondering if his career suffered a bit after the scary spandex pants. No, I’m referring to the craziness that is called life. I know I have waaaay too many analogies but sometimes visuals are helpful. To me, anyway…
There are so many ups and downs in life, so many circumstances where you can feel like you know exactly where your feet are going to step next. But then in the next millisecond, you think you’re plummeling through a trap door. I don’t understand it, I just try to learn what God wants me to learn and hope I’ll get it fast enough to move on without completely having a meltdown.
It’s very much a maze at times, with all the unknown twists and turns…something sneaking up on you when you think you’re doing pretty well. You can even feel like you’ve found the garden in the middle where you can stop to smell the roses when, Wham! You just got hit with a new bend in the road, a new challenge for you to face. You weave in and out of these forever long paths that you just know have to lead to the way out, but when you get to what looks like the end, there’s a new turn and a new path of foreverness. Honestly, it feels like Forever is my middle name. There it is…Rebekah Forever…keep on keeping on cause it could be a while:p
Truly though, I know it won’t be forever. But it can sure feel like it with so many things to overcome and so many days gone by that seem to create even more days to come. *sigh* The maze of me! Everyone’s got their own maze, a list of challenges that goes up to the wazooey of eternal sky. On and on it goes, where it stops, I sure don’t know.
But I have a hope.
I’m going through gardens that are pleasant and beautiful right before I hit more roads of gravel and brick walls all around. I’m trying to find the right doors to go through to figure out where God wants me to be, and not be afraid of the seriously creepy gargoyles that make crazy faces and try to mock me. I’m walking on, even when my feet hurt and my shoes feel worn down and I’m pretty sure I passed that same rock five times. It’s been hard at times, but joyful in others. It’s life. I’m thankful to have it, thorns and all. I only write my frustrations or voice them so I can quickly get them out of my head and out of my way so I can move faster.
And I still have a hope.
I trust God will fulfill every promise He has given. I can’t figure this labrynth out, but God knows and as long as my plan is to follow Him…I’m definitely going to see it to the end.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
A Hope and Home
There are two words that are separated by one letter in appearance, and yet are connected in meaning. Homeless and hopeless.
Obviously the meanings of these words are apparent...the absence of hope or a home. But I think I’ve come to understand them both on a personal level, which makes them jump out at me all the more when I think about them.
Many times, you walk down the street (especially in the city) and you’ll see someone that’s blatantly homeless. I mean, you can tell it just by looking at them in some cases. But there’s usually this absence of compassion for them because, in all honesty, most people don’t know what that feels like. Well over the past few years, I’ve experienced the uncertainty of life without a home. I’m thankful that I haven’t had to live on the streets physically, but extremely little separates me from it. With no home of my own and uncertainty on a daily basis of the living situation now...I see more when I look into the eyes of people on the streets. I see the blank expressions of those with no cares in the world because they have no worries, which reminds me of where I used to be. And then I see the deeply scarred expressions of those that have nothing and have been treated like they are nothing, which is what I’ve experienced recently.
With the one word, comes the other...when someone is homeless, they are also feeling hopeless. Because there’s no place to go. No place to escape, no rest from the troubles of the world. And then on top of that, people treat you like you don’t deserve to live at all. It’s a very harsh and cruel cycle the homeless go through. I know that some of them are living that way because they have fallen into drugs or other things, but there are also countless others that simply are too poor to own a place to live. Either way, they need the love of God just as much as we do.
I feel more deeply for the homeless than I ever have in my life. I see the blessings of soup kitchens and distributing food and clothes to those in need...not because you feel pity or want to do a good deed for the day, but because of love. I understand the impact of a simple hug to someone that is wounded inside from the daily hurts of people and life.
It’s definitely not been easy but I am thankful that I’m learning something from all of these years in the ‘desert.’ I can at least feel more and see a little more of how God wants us to love those that the world disregards.
"Listen, my dear brothers: Has not God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith and to inherit the kingdom He promised those who love Him?"
James 2:5
How awesome that God sees our hearts and not our wallets. He has a love for us that goes deeper than anything our imaginations can dream up, and He can use whomever He chooses to change the world.
Through all of these hard things, I still have a hope and peace that can only come from Jesus. He is my hope and where I find rest, the One who prepares a place for us...home.
"Not only so, but we also rejoice in our suffering, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out His love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom He has given us."
Romans 5:3-5
Obviously the meanings of these words are apparent...the absence of hope or a home. But I think I’ve come to understand them both on a personal level, which makes them jump out at me all the more when I think about them.
Many times, you walk down the street (especially in the city) and you’ll see someone that’s blatantly homeless. I mean, you can tell it just by looking at them in some cases. But there’s usually this absence of compassion for them because, in all honesty, most people don’t know what that feels like. Well over the past few years, I’ve experienced the uncertainty of life without a home. I’m thankful that I haven’t had to live on the streets physically, but extremely little separates me from it. With no home of my own and uncertainty on a daily basis of the living situation now...I see more when I look into the eyes of people on the streets. I see the blank expressions of those with no cares in the world because they have no worries, which reminds me of where I used to be. And then I see the deeply scarred expressions of those that have nothing and have been treated like they are nothing, which is what I’ve experienced recently.
With the one word, comes the other...when someone is homeless, they are also feeling hopeless. Because there’s no place to go. No place to escape, no rest from the troubles of the world. And then on top of that, people treat you like you don’t deserve to live at all. It’s a very harsh and cruel cycle the homeless go through. I know that some of them are living that way because they have fallen into drugs or other things, but there are also countless others that simply are too poor to own a place to live. Either way, they need the love of God just as much as we do.
I feel more deeply for the homeless than I ever have in my life. I see the blessings of soup kitchens and distributing food and clothes to those in need...not because you feel pity or want to do a good deed for the day, but because of love. I understand the impact of a simple hug to someone that is wounded inside from the daily hurts of people and life.
It’s definitely not been easy but I am thankful that I’m learning something from all of these years in the ‘desert.’ I can at least feel more and see a little more of how God wants us to love those that the world disregards.
"Listen, my dear brothers: Has not God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith and to inherit the kingdom He promised those who love Him?"
James 2:5
How awesome that God sees our hearts and not our wallets. He has a love for us that goes deeper than anything our imaginations can dream up, and He can use whomever He chooses to change the world.
Through all of these hard things, I still have a hope and peace that can only come from Jesus. He is my hope and where I find rest, the One who prepares a place for us...home.
"Not only so, but we also rejoice in our suffering, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out His love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom He has given us."
Romans 5:3-5
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Reflecting
I am absolutely, positively unsure of what’s going on inside of me right now. But I think the restlessness has returned yet again. Actually, I don’t think it ever left really....maybe subsided would be the proper term. For a time, anyway.
So I’ve started a new job and I’m ending my other job, quite a bit going on in a short amount of time. And yet while I’m at both, (neither of which are bad) I have no desire whatsoever of wanting to stay. I want to leave this place, this state, this country...and move on. I want to get on with the next season of my life and see what is finally around the corner from where I stand right now. It honestly feels like this waiting period has lasted so very long. The whole time-warp thing still comes to mind because I feel older and yet I don’t see the oldness staring back at me in the mirror so I wonder if I really could be that old.
Every time I’ve felt a stirring in my heart, we’ve left to go somewhere new. I never know where exactly that will be but it’s usually a pretty drastic change. So I guess I should continue to try and be prepared for anything. I only hope that this next departure to wherever actually ends up being to the destination that’s been grafted onto my heart.
It’s interesting to me how much the Lord teaches you without you fully grasping it, until a while later when the light turns on in your head and you finally ‘get’ it. I think before each transition that we’ve gone through, we’ve been given a short time to look back at how far God has brought us and remember where we used to be. So we can think of all the things He’s taught us and how much we’ve changed. It’s amazing, really.....to think of where I was only a year or two ago, and then to see where I am at this moment. It’s a miracle.
In the old testament, when you read in Genesis and Exodus..and throughout the Bible, really, of how the Israelites witnessed so many miracles and yet they seemed to forget them from one day to the next, you think they must have been ridiculous because how can a person possibly forget such awesome miracles? But I understand how in our humanness, we are so forgetful. It’s pretty bizarre how much we forget, really. I’ve had to write things down because I know that even though it’s a huge thing to me today, I may not remember it tomorrow....and it quickly get’s shoved under more of the everyday moments of life that just pile up. With all of those things that I’ve personally done, I am not so quick to point my finger at the Israelites anymore. It doesn’t mean that it’s a good thing, but it does mean that the Lord is teaching me how unqualified I am at judging and how much I need to change to become who He wants me to be.
I’m so thankful that in all these changes and crazy things I’ve gone through, God is leading me and guiding me to walk with Him. It’s an ever-winding road that can get me confused when I look down at the ground instead of looking at the Lord, but I’m praying constantly that He will continue to be patient with me and help me to keep going....never forgetting how far He’s brought me to reach this point.
So I’ve started a new job and I’m ending my other job, quite a bit going on in a short amount of time. And yet while I’m at both, (neither of which are bad) I have no desire whatsoever of wanting to stay. I want to leave this place, this state, this country...and move on. I want to get on with the next season of my life and see what is finally around the corner from where I stand right now. It honestly feels like this waiting period has lasted so very long. The whole time-warp thing still comes to mind because I feel older and yet I don’t see the oldness staring back at me in the mirror so I wonder if I really could be that old.
Every time I’ve felt a stirring in my heart, we’ve left to go somewhere new. I never know where exactly that will be but it’s usually a pretty drastic change. So I guess I should continue to try and be prepared for anything. I only hope that this next departure to wherever actually ends up being to the destination that’s been grafted onto my heart.
It’s interesting to me how much the Lord teaches you without you fully grasping it, until a while later when the light turns on in your head and you finally ‘get’ it. I think before each transition that we’ve gone through, we’ve been given a short time to look back at how far God has brought us and remember where we used to be. So we can think of all the things He’s taught us and how much we’ve changed. It’s amazing, really.....to think of where I was only a year or two ago, and then to see where I am at this moment. It’s a miracle.
In the old testament, when you read in Genesis and Exodus..and throughout the Bible, really, of how the Israelites witnessed so many miracles and yet they seemed to forget them from one day to the next, you think they must have been ridiculous because how can a person possibly forget such awesome miracles? But I understand how in our humanness, we are so forgetful. It’s pretty bizarre how much we forget, really. I’ve had to write things down because I know that even though it’s a huge thing to me today, I may not remember it tomorrow....and it quickly get’s shoved under more of the everyday moments of life that just pile up. With all of those things that I’ve personally done, I am not so quick to point my finger at the Israelites anymore. It doesn’t mean that it’s a good thing, but it does mean that the Lord is teaching me how unqualified I am at judging and how much I need to change to become who He wants me to be.
I’m so thankful that in all these changes and crazy things I’ve gone through, God is leading me and guiding me to walk with Him. It’s an ever-winding road that can get me confused when I look down at the ground instead of looking at the Lord, but I’m praying constantly that He will continue to be patient with me and help me to keep going....never forgetting how far He’s brought me to reach this point.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Beginnings and Endings
Well it's definitely been quite a while since I've been writing on here.....I've been slacking:( But I've also been extremely busy, so at least it's not because I wasn't doing anything at all.
I'm happy to say that I am finally nearing the end of the job I've been working at for a while. I've gotten something that I think will be a lot more fun, considering it'll involve art and painting. Woohoo! Fun times:) So I will finally get to say goodbye to waiting on people and their perpetual angry eyes of grumpiness. Ugh. Can't say that's ever been enjoyable. In fact, it's been downright irritating. Honestly, sometimes I really wonder how the human race has survived so long. It really is a miracle you know. When choosing an item from a menu becomes an eternally long, stressful matter of life and death, you know you're in trouble. I was thinking that my last day I might want to become the smoothie nazi and tell people, "No smoothie for you!" That could be the best day ever..
So I'm excited about the change of all that. I think I get stir-crazy if I'm somewhere for too long. I wonder what that means for my future, will I be constantly moving all over the place? Oh wait, I do that anyway. Haha! Seriously though...
In other change-related news, I've got another gig coming up that should be interesting. I always think they'll be fun (and playing always is) but sometimes the nerves are somewhat of a battle. In spite of all the nerves though, my prayer is that the Lord will use me to minister to someone out there. You really never know what He's going to do, you just try to remain obedient and trust that He's guiding each step you take for a purpose.
Swinging back to my job changing subject, I sure hope people aren't as grumpy in this new painting job I'll be starting.....can't imagine how tempting it will be to use that paintbrush for evil and not for good if someone breaks out their angry eyes at me....dun dun duunnnn!
I'm happy to say that I am finally nearing the end of the job I've been working at for a while. I've gotten something that I think will be a lot more fun, considering it'll involve art and painting. Woohoo! Fun times:) So I will finally get to say goodbye to waiting on people and their perpetual angry eyes of grumpiness. Ugh. Can't say that's ever been enjoyable. In fact, it's been downright irritating. Honestly, sometimes I really wonder how the human race has survived so long. It really is a miracle you know. When choosing an item from a menu becomes an eternally long, stressful matter of life and death, you know you're in trouble. I was thinking that my last day I might want to become the smoothie nazi and tell people, "No smoothie for you!" That could be the best day ever..
So I'm excited about the change of all that. I think I get stir-crazy if I'm somewhere for too long. I wonder what that means for my future, will I be constantly moving all over the place? Oh wait, I do that anyway. Haha! Seriously though...
In other change-related news, I've got another gig coming up that should be interesting. I always think they'll be fun (and playing always is) but sometimes the nerves are somewhat of a battle. In spite of all the nerves though, my prayer is that the Lord will use me to minister to someone out there. You really never know what He's going to do, you just try to remain obedient and trust that He's guiding each step you take for a purpose.
Swinging back to my job changing subject, I sure hope people aren't as grumpy in this new painting job I'll be starting.....can't imagine how tempting it will be to use that paintbrush for evil and not for good if someone breaks out their angry eyes at me....dun dun duunnnn!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Misfit Island
I often make references to those classic old timie claymation movies that are so corny that they become outright hilarious. The best ones have horrible voices that show no kind of emotion at all, with the awkward movements of little handmade clay creatures that didn’t get their legs bent all the way so they can’t seem to walk properly without looking crippled. Those are the best. One of my favorite/most awful ones made has got to be the Rudolph one. That fabulous one with the abominable snowman that has foil teeth and a bad hair day, so awesome. I think I’ve seen lots of people that look just like that, which is a little alarming....
One thing about that old, ridiculous cartoon thing that I find funny, yet interesting at the same time..is the Misfit Island. Where all those weird toys somehow got magically put in one place so they could be depressed together. It’s kind of that way with people, you’ve got the outcasts to what we all might consider to be ‘normal’ wandering around and trying to find a place to fit. They generally end up finding other people similar to themselves that they can be around and ‘not’ fit in together. People tend to travel in herds, popular people roll with other popular people. Rich people stick with fellow rich people, nerds with nerds, jocks with jocks, churchies with churchies...and on and on it goes. (Sidenote: churchies is a word, seriously.) Nobody really likes to be alone you know, even for those of us that generally tend to be loners, it’s still not desirable to be alone all the time. So we gravitate towards others that we’re similar to and feel like we belong with. But there are so many people in the world that just don’t belong, so many of us that can get along with all sorts of groups or kinds of people and yet we don’t classify ourselves to fit into any particular group. You can have tons of friends, so many that they’re coming out of your ears, but yet you still don’t feel like you fit in entirely. Or you could have few friends, struggling to find anyone that might understand you in even the slightest inkling. In either circumstance, it get’s frustrating when you feel like you are on the outside looking in. No matter how tough skinned you are, it’s going to be a struggle.
I know how that feels, really. People don’t scare me, and friends are something that I consider to be a huge blessing....but I know that I don’t necessarily fit in anywhere. My life is different, my goals are different, and my focus is different. But I’m okay with that. It’s a good thing to be different (not freaky, mind you...just different.) I think too often, we’ve allowed ourselves to become part of the crowd and not fully grown into the men and women that God created us to be. Can you imagine what would happen if we all lived to our fullest potential, using all the gifts and talents that God has given us for His glory? It would be absolutely amazing.
So I guess to tie in the whole weird claymation thing along with how we all tend to shuffle by with the crowd, I just want to point out that we’re all misfits in some shape or form. We all have quirks or traits that separate us from each other, different looks, tastes, talents and so on. We’re all unique. So instead of us all trying to either pretend that we’re the same as everyone else and making fun of the ones that are different, (like those annoying reindeer that really got theirs in the end of that Rudolph movie) let’s be the ones that become ground breakers, growing into mighty men and women that live victorious lives in Christ. And instead of taking our eccentricities and differences to an extreme and isolating ourselves on our own personal islands, (like those creepy little toys with depression issues) let’s be bold and share what God has given us with others and help them to become stronger too. Weird analogy, I know. But I’ve seen weirder. And I may look elf-like in some instances, but I don’t have any plans on being a dentist or anything, so rest easy.
Misfit Island, gosh....I think by now it’s probably considered a continent.....there are plenty of people I WISH would go on an island like that....but that's another story:)
One thing about that old, ridiculous cartoon thing that I find funny, yet interesting at the same time..is the Misfit Island. Where all those weird toys somehow got magically put in one place so they could be depressed together. It’s kind of that way with people, you’ve got the outcasts to what we all might consider to be ‘normal’ wandering around and trying to find a place to fit. They generally end up finding other people similar to themselves that they can be around and ‘not’ fit in together. People tend to travel in herds, popular people roll with other popular people. Rich people stick with fellow rich people, nerds with nerds, jocks with jocks, churchies with churchies...and on and on it goes. (Sidenote: churchies is a word, seriously.) Nobody really likes to be alone you know, even for those of us that generally tend to be loners, it’s still not desirable to be alone all the time. So we gravitate towards others that we’re similar to and feel like we belong with. But there are so many people in the world that just don’t belong, so many of us that can get along with all sorts of groups or kinds of people and yet we don’t classify ourselves to fit into any particular group. You can have tons of friends, so many that they’re coming out of your ears, but yet you still don’t feel like you fit in entirely. Or you could have few friends, struggling to find anyone that might understand you in even the slightest inkling. In either circumstance, it get’s frustrating when you feel like you are on the outside looking in. No matter how tough skinned you are, it’s going to be a struggle.
I know how that feels, really. People don’t scare me, and friends are something that I consider to be a huge blessing....but I know that I don’t necessarily fit in anywhere. My life is different, my goals are different, and my focus is different. But I’m okay with that. It’s a good thing to be different (not freaky, mind you...just different.) I think too often, we’ve allowed ourselves to become part of the crowd and not fully grown into the men and women that God created us to be. Can you imagine what would happen if we all lived to our fullest potential, using all the gifts and talents that God has given us for His glory? It would be absolutely amazing.
So I guess to tie in the whole weird claymation thing along with how we all tend to shuffle by with the crowd, I just want to point out that we’re all misfits in some shape or form. We all have quirks or traits that separate us from each other, different looks, tastes, talents and so on. We’re all unique. So instead of us all trying to either pretend that we’re the same as everyone else and making fun of the ones that are different, (like those annoying reindeer that really got theirs in the end of that Rudolph movie) let’s be the ones that become ground breakers, growing into mighty men and women that live victorious lives in Christ. And instead of taking our eccentricities and differences to an extreme and isolating ourselves on our own personal islands, (like those creepy little toys with depression issues) let’s be bold and share what God has given us with others and help them to become stronger too. Weird analogy, I know. But I’ve seen weirder. And I may look elf-like in some instances, but I don’t have any plans on being a dentist or anything, so rest easy.
Misfit Island, gosh....I think by now it’s probably considered a continent.....there are plenty of people I WISH would go on an island like that....but that's another story:)
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
If I Were A Boy
A strange title, I know, but this is the story of why I have it...
I’ve discovered an epidemic that’s pretty much infiltrated every school, church and many other groups, establishments, or just people in general. It’s called the word ‘special.’ How do you spell special? B-O-Y.
It’s an interesting phenomenon really, when you think about it. You go to school and may see two girls in a fight. These girls are called ‘ghetto’ or ‘skanks,’ depending on the circumstances of the fight. Two boys in the same situation in a fight are considered cool. Boys will be boys right? In church, you’ve got the stereotypical bandwagon that’s propelled in full force right now, but honestly hasn’t changed so much from the past few decades. What could it be, you may wonder? Men leading everything. Oh there’s a few women here and there but I doubt it came easily. From the old (as dirt) school people who believe women should speak when spoken to...to the morphed-into modern day men that curiously have the same clothes, haircuts, guitars and voices. It really changed but so much. Sure, we have a few girls speckled into the mix of boys, but now all the other girls are being groomed to imitate them.
Since when has being a girl been bad? I don’t understand this. I’m not saying we need to be given special treatment or a free ride. I just want to know why people have lost the ability to look at things with fairness and wisdom.
As a wacky example I’ll suggest we may all see two people wearing blue coats. One a man, one a woman. Both coats are the same color and fit their owners just right. So is the coat any more blue simply because the man wears it? Is it any less of a coat simply because the woman wears it? We may see two people dating many different people at some point in our lives. One is a man, one a woman. Both do the same things exactly. So why is the woman considered promiscuous while the man is considered to be ‘playing the field?’ It’s our own tilted perception that’s weirding things out.
I’m not writing anything to be male-bashing or because I want to shout that girls are going to conquer the world. I’m just voicing some frustration over how ridiculous all of us can be at times. We’re not all the same, obviously, God has made us unique and placed special gifts and desires in each of us for a purpose. Our commonalities are that we are human, that Jesus died for us all, and that we need Him. We’ve all been given the priceless gift of eternal life through Jesus Christ, if we accept it. So why do we waste so much time warring against each other for things that are so meaningless?
Let’s not be stuck in the mind-sets of those people that have permanent round trip tickets on the bandwagon of people-pleasers. Let’s be fair and not afraid to be different. It’s a learning process of how to see things with God’s perspective and not our own.
I’ve discovered an epidemic that’s pretty much infiltrated every school, church and many other groups, establishments, or just people in general. It’s called the word ‘special.’ How do you spell special? B-O-Y.
It’s an interesting phenomenon really, when you think about it. You go to school and may see two girls in a fight. These girls are called ‘ghetto’ or ‘skanks,’ depending on the circumstances of the fight. Two boys in the same situation in a fight are considered cool. Boys will be boys right? In church, you’ve got the stereotypical bandwagon that’s propelled in full force right now, but honestly hasn’t changed so much from the past few decades. What could it be, you may wonder? Men leading everything. Oh there’s a few women here and there but I doubt it came easily. From the old (as dirt) school people who believe women should speak when spoken to...to the morphed-into modern day men that curiously have the same clothes, haircuts, guitars and voices. It really changed but so much. Sure, we have a few girls speckled into the mix of boys, but now all the other girls are being groomed to imitate them.
Since when has being a girl been bad? I don’t understand this. I’m not saying we need to be given special treatment or a free ride. I just want to know why people have lost the ability to look at things with fairness and wisdom.
As a wacky example I’ll suggest we may all see two people wearing blue coats. One a man, one a woman. Both coats are the same color and fit their owners just right. So is the coat any more blue simply because the man wears it? Is it any less of a coat simply because the woman wears it? We may see two people dating many different people at some point in our lives. One is a man, one a woman. Both do the same things exactly. So why is the woman considered promiscuous while the man is considered to be ‘playing the field?’ It’s our own tilted perception that’s weirding things out.
I’m not writing anything to be male-bashing or because I want to shout that girls are going to conquer the world. I’m just voicing some frustration over how ridiculous all of us can be at times. We’re not all the same, obviously, God has made us unique and placed special gifts and desires in each of us for a purpose. Our commonalities are that we are human, that Jesus died for us all, and that we need Him. We’ve all been given the priceless gift of eternal life through Jesus Christ, if we accept it. So why do we waste so much time warring against each other for things that are so meaningless?
Let’s not be stuck in the mind-sets of those people that have permanent round trip tickets on the bandwagon of people-pleasers. Let’s be fair and not afraid to be different. It’s a learning process of how to see things with God’s perspective and not our own.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Into The Castle..
Well I recently moved, and I’m happy to say that the location I am now residing in is actually nice. In fact, one of the neatest things about it is being able to walk everywhere.
There are a good many things that I think are so interesting about this place, but sadly, I can only point out a couple of key things because there are stalker issues to be careful about. And honestly, I think I have enough weirdies in my life already...I just don’t want to deal with more;) So I will refrain from giving too many specifics that could make my description become too obvious for anyone that may be familiar with the area I live in.
And on that note, back to the neatness of the whole place...I am blessed to live in an historic building that resembles something like a castle. The stained glass windows are lovely to look at, with different pictures in each one. I never get tired of gazing in stained glass windows. And the stonework on the outside of this place looks like something taken straight from a storybook. Almost makes you think that you’re not supposed to stay in it. Almost;)
Yesterday, when I was taking a rare and elusive thing called a ‘nap,’ I looked out my window and had to smile to myself because the sky was filled with puffalump clouds. You know, the kind of clouds that are so fun to watch cause they’re really fluffy and full of shapes. I saw a big-nosed dog morph into an eagle right before my very eyes. Absolutely amazing I tell you. And the color of blue in the sky was that vibrant sort of blue that you only see in commercials for sinus/allergy medicines. The bluest blue.
At this very moment, I’m pretty tuckered out from carrying stuff up and down stairs, and getting over a sore throat that has made me sound like a boy for a day or two. Ugh. But I’m extremely thankful that God has brought me to enjoy a new place for a while, a place I will definitely put in my ‘memory box’ that is completely unique and special.
I’m thinking we could use a moat..
There are a good many things that I think are so interesting about this place, but sadly, I can only point out a couple of key things because there are stalker issues to be careful about. And honestly, I think I have enough weirdies in my life already...I just don’t want to deal with more;) So I will refrain from giving too many specifics that could make my description become too obvious for anyone that may be familiar with the area I live in.
And on that note, back to the neatness of the whole place...I am blessed to live in an historic building that resembles something like a castle. The stained glass windows are lovely to look at, with different pictures in each one. I never get tired of gazing in stained glass windows. And the stonework on the outside of this place looks like something taken straight from a storybook. Almost makes you think that you’re not supposed to stay in it. Almost;)
Yesterday, when I was taking a rare and elusive thing called a ‘nap,’ I looked out my window and had to smile to myself because the sky was filled with puffalump clouds. You know, the kind of clouds that are so fun to watch cause they’re really fluffy and full of shapes. I saw a big-nosed dog morph into an eagle right before my very eyes. Absolutely amazing I tell you. And the color of blue in the sky was that vibrant sort of blue that you only see in commercials for sinus/allergy medicines. The bluest blue.
At this very moment, I’m pretty tuckered out from carrying stuff up and down stairs, and getting over a sore throat that has made me sound like a boy for a day or two. Ugh. But I’m extremely thankful that God has brought me to enjoy a new place for a while, a place I will definitely put in my ‘memory box’ that is completely unique and special.
I’m thinking we could use a moat..
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sighing Days
Do you ever have some of those days where you can’t do anything but sigh at it. Like it’s just so absolutely, positively strange or tiring in a way that all you can really do to sum it up, is sigh? I have some of those days now and then.
When I was a little girl, I had the giggley days, when everything from the sun to the moon was simply hilarious to me. I would get so tickled by the oddest things that normally wouldn’t be so humorous, but on that day it was. Then there were the days when I would feel adventurous and think I could conquer the whole world....while riding safely on my three wheeler. It sure did take me forever to get on two wheels too;) The adventure days were fun because there was always something you had to overcome in a superhero way, that you secretly knew nobody else could...like catching a butterfly or racing some other kid twice your size that didn’t have the same appreciation for the three wheeler. Who was that kid anyway? He probably didn’t even live on your block, but you had to prove the point you know. Don’t knock a superhero's three wheeler.
When I got older, drifting into my teens, my days weren’t so adventurous. They became awkward days, and ‘I wish I didn’t have to go to school’ days. And lots and lots of days where I would dream and imagine having a more interesting life traveling around the world on trains and hot air balloons. Fun dreams.
All sorts of days really....days that you remember in different ways. Some from the funny things you saw, or the frustrating situations you couldn’t fix, or from that massively big curb you tripped on in front of the entire country (that just so happened to be going to the store at the same time.) There are endless kinds of days that we have. But the sighing days are not so fun, they’re somewhere between the happy, peaceful days and the gloomy, rainy days. Because you’re not thrilled about what’s happening during it but you have a hope that the exciting adventure days will come tomorrow.
Willow wisps remind me of a sighing flower-like thing (in my thinking anyway.) The way that you blow them and let the tiny white fluttery petals fly away, which is what I would like to do to all the sighing days. Blow them gently away so they go far far away from me, so all the new adventure days can quickly sprout up in the morning....free from the worries of yesterday.
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it’s own."
Matthew 6:34
When I was a little girl, I had the giggley days, when everything from the sun to the moon was simply hilarious to me. I would get so tickled by the oddest things that normally wouldn’t be so humorous, but on that day it was. Then there were the days when I would feel adventurous and think I could conquer the whole world....while riding safely on my three wheeler. It sure did take me forever to get on two wheels too;) The adventure days were fun because there was always something you had to overcome in a superhero way, that you secretly knew nobody else could...like catching a butterfly or racing some other kid twice your size that didn’t have the same appreciation for the three wheeler. Who was that kid anyway? He probably didn’t even live on your block, but you had to prove the point you know. Don’t knock a superhero's three wheeler.
When I got older, drifting into my teens, my days weren’t so adventurous. They became awkward days, and ‘I wish I didn’t have to go to school’ days. And lots and lots of days where I would dream and imagine having a more interesting life traveling around the world on trains and hot air balloons. Fun dreams.
All sorts of days really....days that you remember in different ways. Some from the funny things you saw, or the frustrating situations you couldn’t fix, or from that massively big curb you tripped on in front of the entire country (that just so happened to be going to the store at the same time.) There are endless kinds of days that we have. But the sighing days are not so fun, they’re somewhere between the happy, peaceful days and the gloomy, rainy days. Because you’re not thrilled about what’s happening during it but you have a hope that the exciting adventure days will come tomorrow.
Willow wisps remind me of a sighing flower-like thing (in my thinking anyway.) The way that you blow them and let the tiny white fluttery petals fly away, which is what I would like to do to all the sighing days. Blow them gently away so they go far far away from me, so all the new adventure days can quickly sprout up in the morning....free from the worries of yesterday.
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it’s own."
Matthew 6:34
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