Funny day today. Not funny "ha-ha"; funny "weird".
I've gone from praising God for Chris' solid start date with the new job (yep, you read right, he officially starts the 19th at 8am!) to crying from my gut and being so frustrated with my life, back to praising God for a 2000 Honda that still runs without any problems.
Today I've become friendly with tears. They're like my evil, pride-killing twin. (Example? - Crying while talking to G's pre-K teacher...yikes!)
So, now I'm heading to bed to read a vegan cookbook and reflect on my inner-most need and desire to purchase spelt flour and nutritional yeast.
Now don't you feel sane?
Monday, January 12, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Food for thought...
...Interesting to think about.
The Stranger
A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to oursmall Texas town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with thisenchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. Thestranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.
As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my youngmind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementaryinstructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey.But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep usspellbound for hours on end with Adventures, mysteries and comedies.
If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, healways knew the answers about the past, understood the present andeven seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to theirfirst major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry.The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.
Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushingeach other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to thekitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for thestranger to leave.)
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but thestranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example,was not allowed in our home... Not from us, our friends or anyvisitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letterwords that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the strangerencouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes lookcool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished.
He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments weresometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.
I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influencedstrongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values ofmy parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with ourfamily. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating ashe was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today,you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting forsomeone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?.... .. .We just call him 'TV'.
He has a wife now...We call her 'Computer.'
The Stranger
A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to oursmall Texas town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with thisenchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. Thestranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.
As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my youngmind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementaryinstructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey.But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep usspellbound for hours on end with Adventures, mysteries and comedies.
If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, healways knew the answers about the past, understood the present andeven seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to theirfirst major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry.The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.
Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushingeach other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to thekitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for thestranger to leave.)
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but thestranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example,was not allowed in our home... Not from us, our friends or anyvisitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letterwords that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the strangerencouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes lookcool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished.
He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments weresometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.
I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influencedstrongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values ofmy parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with ourfamily. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating ashe was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today,you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting forsomeone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?.... .. .We just call him 'TV'.
He has a wife now...We call her 'Computer.'
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Woo Hoo!
God is on the move! We have received our first bit of good news about Chris' contracting job (not the full-time job but the job that will bring significant financial relief before starting the steady job) and he will start working on the 3 day job end of this week. Now that we have this news, we can (and have) contacted King Systems (the full time job) and requested they solify Chris' start date some-time in mid-Janauary.
Keep praying for Chris to have confidence and wisdom with this short-term job and for King Systems to confirm Chris' start date sooner than later!!
God has proved himself faithful yet again. He is faithful to complete that which He has begun. We're holding on for the ride of our lives and today we're smiling.
Keep praying for Chris to have confidence and wisdom with this short-term job and for King Systems to confirm Chris' start date sooner than later!!
God has proved himself faithful yet again. He is faithful to complete that which He has begun. We're holding on for the ride of our lives and today we're smiling.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
My Snow Angels
Our family went on a tree hunt with a few of our friends and had a great time. The girls looked perfectly puffy in their snow suits and snow-angel'd their way up the mountain.
I am providing photographic documentation for all my friends who complain about my lack of pictures... :)
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