Saturday, April 25, 2015

Can you miss what you didn't have?

Four months seems like an ample "blogging break" that was a complete accident.
 Happy 2015, Friends! And Happy Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's Day, Happy Easter, etc... I've missed a lot of holiday sharing with y'all. But really, what is 4 months time? It's like the blink of an eye in the scheme of life. Also, we went to the Opening Day game for the Indianapolis Indians. They lost, but we had a great time and saw fire works.

Nothing MAJOR has happened. I've switched jobs and now work for a church, which I never ever thought I'd do after getting burned by a particular church camp a few years ago. But, here I am, and I actually do enjoy what I do. It's a combination of all the jobs I've ever been a part of; design, accounting, marketing, logistics, creative writing, and printing. Who knew a church uses the printer so much and so often?

We did find out with the Marine's Career, that we're not going anywhere. He'll retire from this place because they can't find anyone to replace him and his billet assignment, yet  also at the same time REFUSE to promote him. So, how is he ever suppose to be motivated to DO his job the next two years KNOWING that it won't get him anywhere?! To me, it's the first and only time he's been screwed over by the Marine Corps. I guess we can't complain too much. I just hate this particular nightmare he's been thrown into because he's doing a billet assignment for TWO RANKS above his and doing it TOO WELL that they don't want anyone else there. *sigh* He needs encouragement a lot lately. Two more years, two more years!  It's crazy enough that we already have a retirement date!

The garden 2015 isn't planned, nor will it ever be "PLANNED". It's less garden items then the past, but we also have less time to deal with it this summer, too. No more eggplant, nor tomatillos, nor 29 tomato plants all in one space; it was too much.  But we do have strawberries, tomatoes, peppers, onion, garlic, rosemary, lavender, thyme, sage, basil, blue potatoes, cauliflower, broccoli,  and others I can't think of right now. As the frost finally thaws out and stops appearing, the garden will get planted and sorted out. The "old" saying around here is never plant before Mother's Day...well that is in two weeks, I've got time to clean out the garden, de-weed it and amend the soil till then.

Next weekend hits us with a huge entertainment dilemma. It's the May the 4th Be with You weekend, and Marvel Avengers: Age of Ultron Weekend along with the Kentucky Derby. There are so many feels to be had, movies to explore and re-watch, and people to watch alongside.  It'll just have to be an ALL OUT Disney weekend with a few runs thrown in with all the movie watching.

Monday, December 29, 2014

When there's too much sugar.

Today is suppose to be a productive day, but I find myself loafing around the house reading all things blog-article, pinterest, and magazine article-ly. I only got dressed because the mailman rang my doorbell in the surprise of a Christmas package. The Christmas package arrived from North Carolina and entered into my house broken. A mug dropped one too many times by the postal service despite it's fancy wrappings of paper and bubble wrap. But it was a brown paper package tied up with string, so that counts, right?

And in the midst of this loafing sorts of a day in which toast and Full Throttle energy drink were deemed an appropriate breakfast, I became hungry again. I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and was disgusted by everything inside. I opened the freezer, the cabinets, the pantry, same thing. Opened and shut with the disappointment of too much food that I don't even want right now. The mere thought of eating anything that was contained inside my kitchen appalled me and I considered going somewhere to grab a bite to eat. But then, the sightings of something familiar, something overlooked the first time through the cabinets, a glorious package of winter oreos. Yes, after eating toast and drinking an energy drink, my brain automatically thought that MORE sugar would be a suitable lunch today.

So, here I sit, after consuming way too much sugar in the 6.5 hours I've been awake and pondering the thoughts that lead me here. I was disgusted by inside my own kitchen. and that is appalling to me. I should be thankful and enjoy it, and instead I shake my fist at it and down some oreos in rebellion of the healthy, fruitful bounty inside the walls of my kitchen. (and apparently oreos should be capitalized, but I am not giving a cookie THAT much power)!

And I'm also texting teens and wearing my sweater inside out. I seem to be a "hot mess" right now except that I am smiling. Smiling because I am exactly where I should be. I am writing. I am mentoring teens, and dreaming. I am studying and making plans and forecasting things, and budgeting, and praying, and sitting in the silence.

And this, it feels like perfection to me. In the chaos of Christmas being here and New Years coming like a freight train, this stillness seems appropriate. It feels like a Sabbath day, spending time resting in Him, and not worrying about the "should, would, suppose to" of life. No movies, no music, no noise from the world, just my Savior and I having our moments today.

Tis so sweet.

and so friends, Happy New Year.

Saturday, December 06, 2014

Standing on the sidelines

Oh praise His name forever...
Peace on Earth Goodwill to men.
Fall on your knees.

The lyrics of hymns and choruses and carols fly through the air at rapid speed these days now that December has fallen upon us in 2014. In shopping places they have been out since October, November at the very latest. 

but in the stillness of the lyrics, we find a hope that is surpassing all others; a Savior borne, a weary world rejoicing. A way in a manger in the little town of Bethlehem that changed the world. A place that said, YES. A season of yeses between Mary, Joseph, Herod, the InnKeeper, the Wise Men, the Shepherds.  My favorite part of the season besides Jesus has always been the wise men. Even though they arrived after Jesus was an infant, the fact that they WENT and said, "yes" and travelled and believed the prophecy and followed God's lead with the star. It speaks to me.  Imagine if ONE person in this story had the audacity to say NO, we're done with this, peace out.  It would change everything. 

What if Mary said No, I'm good.. school is hectic right now and I have midterms to study for and I am trying to get into a good High School and keep my grades up for college applications and then a career... I don't have time for a Baby. a BABY?! 

Or Joseph? "I'm making tables, chairs, mangers, as fast as I can. There's no time to deal with a baby and a fiancee who is a pregnant virgin. Like how am I suppose to even believe in that?! I have bills and responsibilities to handle, I can't just leave and go to Nazareth or deliver a baby all by myself!" 

And I think in this busy season, the best thing I can do is say I'm all in.  Bring on the neighborhood children who need someone to love on them. Bring on the Compassion children who need Christmas cards. Bring on the elderly who are stuck in assisted living with no family. Bring on packing food baskets and shoeboxes. Bring on teaching youth that the Saviour is both for this world and after we die. It's not either/or one or the other, it's BOTH.  Bring on Toys for Tots warehouse organizing. 
It's not just in this season, either... It's living and choosing to be the love of Jesus. To be HIS hands and feet.