Tuesday, May 03, 2016

Messy Grace

red + yellow = orange, any 5 year old knows that.

But life is messy. and hard. SO  hard.

I'm joining life again after attending the Orange Conference 2016  #OC16  this past week. We (a Sunday School teacher & friend/family and previous youth chaperone) went to Atlanta Georgia. We left Monday Night due to the chaos of storms heading to the midwest and arrived back home Saturday Evening. So, it was a WEEK of processing and expecting and being away from our NORMALS that has created this twister inside me. 

I LOVED the Conference and cannot wait until next year's event to attend along with the Tour coming to Indianapolis this fall. It's so rejuvenating to be among people who want to invest into babies, children, youth, and families. It's great to be able to FULLY worship without watching the worship leader for song cues and hoping just this once I can get my in-ear moniter on and in place BEFORE he starts the song, or that my drum sticks aren't going to slip out of my hands from sweat, or that my youth aren't misbehaving again in the front pew for ALL to witness.  (or is that just me)? 

But then. THEN I come home. I print bulletins at 8pm Saturday Night for a 10am Worship on Sunday because I've been gone all week. I check e-mail and voicemail and we remove the church marquee  word because it is still advertising last Sunday's Concert. 
Sunday arrives. Normal.normal. Extra hugs from my youth because they've missed me. 
Monday arrives and it ALL hits me. Notes. Memories from the weekend. Song titles from Sessions. And the recap video makes me want to stay in this bubble of happiness.

and then in an ACTION move, I text my youthies (yes, DURING school)! I tell one I'm praying for her day. I respond to a daily HEY text, and send another text about how to help graduation transition. 
and Boom. Not the response I even saw coming. I'm reminded that this bubble isn't forever and MONDAY has come. I'm reminded I'm back in the city dealing with real problems and people and life is messy. It's not even 9:30 am yet. 

I spent a week in a few hotels checking out Louisville, Atlanta, and Nashville in our travels. I slept in cozy fluffy beds that would make anyone sleep. I ate picnic lunches in the shade, free breakfasts, and macarons and steak for dinner. I lived like I wasn't in the city, yet I was there, in three distinct cities all week long.I didn't see the cities. I saw the shiny Turner Stadium, Lifeway Headquarters, Nashville's Rock and Roll Marathon remnants featuring TobyMac, and still didn't see the cities. 

I came home and I saw the city. I learned that 1 in FIVE people living in Indianapolis knows hunger, including some teens I love dearly. I came home from work today after stopping at Redbox to see people in a car BEHIND my house doing drugs. I came home and learned that 20% of Jesus' lineage was step-parent families. Messy Grace.

So while I still have plenty of thoughts and ideas to pull me through this conference bubble, I feel it's been popped way too early for my taste. 

We discussed Judges in Sunday School. and I feel like I can relate to those times. Today in Indiana we vote for the next President in the primaries. The Marine did his research about the candidates and I've done my due diligence as a citizen and we'll take to the polls and vote which way God has lead us to individually. And we pray. We  pray for the messy grace around us. 
We pray for the all the mess that has arrived around us since moving to Indianapolis and living among her people in the city. 
We pray for the Bestie family because while we were safe at home last night, her family was not and she's among the suburbs. and I pray for the cars broken into in the "rich" suburbs of other church leaders. 

Jesus come.

Saturday, April 09, 2016

of course.

Things these days:

Pillowfort Collection at Target. If they made their bed linens for a queen bed, I'd be all over them.  Instead, I pine from afar and daydream of having dinosaur sheets or rocket ships or arrows to coordinate with my adventurous dreams.

Baseball season is BACK and already, the SOX lost to the INDIANS, are you kidding me?
I do have a chance at a Brave vs. Sox game while in atlanta this month, but I'd be going solo. Choices.

ALL  the feels. Since The Force Awakened earlier this week.

TBBT never have I ever on tonight's episode was THE BEST. #lifegoals
I'm touching all the buttons on the elevator next time while throwing a frisbee and cancelling my dentist appointment on the way to sticking my foot in the ocean.   Although I have a dental cleaning tomorrow, which is a make-up of  last week's re-scheduling due to the plague. My dentist is retiring. Now I have to choose another dentist; something I haven't had to do while in Indy because I haven't MOVED yet. #ugh

This weather. boo. We have a FREEZE warning tonight. In April. AFTER we have purchased garden plants/vegetables. (they're being stored in my trunk)

Looking for Lovely.  I warned you. It's over the top and honest and perfect for this season. (and curently sold out on Amazon)!

Under Armour Socks the perfect liner socks. TJ Max always has them in various color, half the price. Super soft and they last through mission trips, running, and every day use. love love. These colors are hard to find, though..

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Crackerjacks & headaches

          Today is the first day since Friday that I can function without a dreaded headache/migraine. I am not sure if it was the massive storm system that blew in all weekend or dehydration or sinuses or ALL three mega things, but man.. I was knocked out almost all weekend. Decisions were not happening; sleeping and sweating and freezing and chugging fluids were the party scene at this joint. Honestly, I shouldn't complain because the calendar gets a little bit INSANE after this weekend...
It stops around July. 

          But today, I totally punched it in the face. Decisions, decisions, and decisions made. A fresh pedicure that lasted longer than normal because we discussed Marvel and Dc Comics along with Comic book plot twists. (The guy almost had me reading comic books && to be fair, how many other people can he discuss this with at a nail salon!). And then, BAM.. went for an actual run, without the canine. Then I came home, did some more cardio via my phone and actually stretched like a grown-up. 

SNAP.I'm currently dreaming of a hammock. The youthies broke my last one because three or four of them decided they all needed to be on it together and it exceeded the weight limit. 

ZOOM. One of my youngest youth turns 15 tomorrow. I'm not sure how I like that since they came into youth at age 12 all sweet and innocent and full of fear. 

POP. Re-stocked the fridge with pepsi again. But Full Throttle is still off my shelf till the end of March. I was drinking it every single day for the past YEAR and that's not good for me at all. It's not a breakfast drink, but that's how I used it. 

DRIBBLE. Basketball season is coming to a close. BIG10 chaos was downtown this weekend and caused stupid traffic issues like always. I don't even *LIKE* basketball.

CRACKER JACKS!  28 DAYS till BASEBALL is back (RED SOX that is) and 31 DAYS till the Indians return to Victory Field in Indianapolis. I have tickets to the opening game, but have a prior commitment & the Marine is busy that night anyhow. Boo.

It's time for BASEBALL!