Moving yet again...this is getting to be a hobby. I'm grateful for all the help I've received. This is one of the least arduous moves I have completed. The only catch is that I must condense to one room, which is a project I have long been anticipating. It is a blessing to simplify.
I wish that I had something profound to share, something unusually insightful that has been washing my brain, gently scrubbing the remnants of my gnawed concerns and unnecessary self-obligations. Once upon a time on a rare chilly day in San Diego, I found myself prone on a beach with Brian King and Kevin Dyck. The drizzle of conversation had a momentary lull and Brian preempted Kevin by declaring that, as I was a habitual thinker, I should share whatever I had recently been pondering. It was probably something theological in nature and in the silence that ensued one of them inquired as to my life philosophy, expecting, I believe, a prolonged declaration replete with medieval vocabulary words. Without ever having verbalized it, I knew it was simply, "Love God, love people." Obviously it's not original, but for once I'm pleased with that because I can never improve upon truth. Amen.
That's all I have to say for today. This contemplative mood is not translating well to the written word. My apologies for my feeble attempts. I'm off to nap under my down comforter and then drive to San Clemente to have fondue with the lovely Erica. Praise God for all His blessings. Amen.
December 30, 2008
December 24, 2008
Grateful Debutante
This morning (or rather afternoon) I lingered in bed until even Emily affectionately descried me as a bum. I vaguely remember stumbling downstairs in response to Pop's shouts (no recollection of what he wanted), consuming two Cutie tangerines while conversing with Mom, and trudging back upstairs to bed. At some point Jeremy covered me with his Mexican blanket because my room was frigid. A few hours later I determinedly shoved aside my mental To Do list and concentrated instead on thankfulness. What a blessing to be able to lounge! What a blessing to be in a (relatively) warm and safe room filled entirely with things that belong to me. So many things, in fact, that I am in the process of sorting and condensing. What a blessing to have people and events at whom/which to look forward. What a blessing to know that there are people thinking and praying for me today. What a blessing to have such a profusion of love in my life. What an immeasurable blessing to have the King of Heaven as my friend.
A startling thought occurred while ruminating on my blessings: I am akin to one of the rich aristocracy of whom I read. Yes, I am poorer than ever and have no assets other than a college degree from an American consumerist point of view. However, I have long acknowledged that I am one of the richest people in the world. At the moment, I am referring solely to material possessions. Incredible that I should be one of the richest people in the world, but in terms of sheer numbers, it is true. Specifically today, it horrified me to realize how close I was to being one of the naive, spoiled society debutantes from literature who fails to help the poor around her though it would be easier and more fulfilling than spending the day in self-amusement. From a global perspective, I am upper class. In reading history, we are so condemning of the rich, but do we realize that we ARE the rich today? Though I do not have much money to give, I can certainly give of my time and talents even while I wait for the Lord to provide a job. In the meantime, I think I will return to visiting the convalescent home. That is a ministry simple and profound --
Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world. James 1:27
A startling thought occurred while ruminating on my blessings: I am akin to one of the rich aristocracy of whom I read. Yes, I am poorer than ever and have no assets other than a college degree from an American consumerist point of view. However, I have long acknowledged that I am one of the richest people in the world. At the moment, I am referring solely to material possessions. Incredible that I should be one of the richest people in the world, but in terms of sheer numbers, it is true. Specifically today, it horrified me to realize how close I was to being one of the naive, spoiled society debutantes from literature who fails to help the poor around her though it would be easier and more fulfilling than spending the day in self-amusement. From a global perspective, I am upper class. In reading history, we are so condemning of the rich, but do we realize that we ARE the rich today? Though I do not have much money to give, I can certainly give of my time and talents even while I wait for the Lord to provide a job. In the meantime, I think I will return to visiting the convalescent home. That is a ministry simple and profound --
Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world. James 1:27
December 18, 2008
Gizzard, anyone?
Today Amanda informed me that a gizzard is a secondary stomach. Most elucidating. Evidently she partook of them at lunch and was educated while still in the process of consuming. Lovely. Upon further research (i.e. Wikipedia), I discovered that all birds, some fish, a few snails, and crocodiles were all designed with gizzards. Huh. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gizzard
December 17, 2008
Inventory
Christmas presents take time! Man. Two love languages in one, sorta. Sorry, I'm terribly fatigued and therefore rather incoherent. Just taking inventory of what I have already procured and reviewing the list of what I have left. Whoosh. So much to do! I have so many items on my to-do lists. Hard to say how they would get done if I wasn't unemployed...
On a side note, Leeland's second album is definitely not as good as its first.
On a side note, Leeland's second album is definitely not as good as its first.
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