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The Freedom Fly

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So I was in the bathroom yesterday morning, minding my own business... changing the toilet paper as is often my job. As I was putting the new roll on, I decided to open the window right above it. I discovered that a fly had been caught between the glass and the screen all night long. Thinking that any minute that fly was going to realize that I was his ticket to freedom and fly outta there. I quickly slammed the window down so he couldn't escape. (I know, cruel) (and yes, I just assume it's a "he"...who really knows anyway) After feeling trappers remorse, I decided to give him his freedom. After all, if I was the fly, that's what I would want. So I opened the window and prepared for him to scramble. The fly was literally sitting on the edge of the screen frame, with two front legs up on the screen looking outside. After not moving for a few minutes I thought he might be dead. After waving my hand around (yes, I admit I was fascinated), he started moving slowly- you kno…

Community...now that's a fun word.

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Community. We hear that word all the time. In a T.V. show. In church. In our town. Community groups, community committees, community events...whatever.


But do we really know what that means? Do we really live our definition of it?

It's a fun word. Community.
It can conjure up positive feelings...and other feelings.

Here are a few things that come to mind when I think about what real community means to me: Sticking up for each other. Being brave enough to protect...yet open enough for difficult conversations. Being there for each other. Showing up. Doing life. Remembering that the street goes both ways. Being authentic. Allowing others to NOT be like you... and loving them anyway. I appreciate you, you appreciate me- just the way we are. Watching our tongues. Doing away with gossip and malice. Not everything we think has to be said. Being willing to do our part. This means sharing the load. While not everyone is comfortable being a leader, 
everyone can do their part to make the load easier on everyone.

3 AM Lemonade

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So I'm up at 3:00 am. to catch the red eye. This after about 2.5 hours of sleep. Drive 45 minutes to the airport. Go through security and plop down in those oh-so-comfy seats.

Flight cancelled.
Oh yes, there's some major part that needs repairing. I suppose finding that out now is a good thing.
So apparently they have to drive a "part" from Mpls. to Bemidji  5 hour drive mind you We are in an airport, can we not fly one up here? apparently not. that would take a mere 40 minutes
So here I sit waiting six hours for the next available flight outta here.  Why spend the money on gas when I've already paid for a flight? I fight fatigue, impatience and sheer frustration. 5th flight in less than a month.
So then I think (yes, it's a bad habit)...
Why is it that we tend to complain about not having the time to relax, but then when things happen to grant us the time expectantly, we complain.
I'm saying "we" because then I don't feel alone in this!
So here I am with this …

Make-Up Remover Moment

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Just the other day, I had one of those "ah-ha" moments. You know what I mean right- one of those "oh man, yes Lord, I get it"- then you just shake your head- moments.

So here I was at the bathroom sink, trying to open my make-up remover container. This is one of those re-fill containers that holds the individual remover cloths. I'm trying and trying to open this thing and to no avail. I was besides myself, as they say. In exasperation, I walked away and said "FINE. I'll just go to bed with this junk on my face!" Two minutes later I walk back and try again... yes, glutton for punishment. As I'm fighting with this thing again, I realize that my thumb is over the little latch that allows the lid to lift up. DUH.
Here I am, fighting and growling at this container and all the while, I was hindering my own progress by holding my thumb over the release latch. Pulling with one hand- holding down with the other.  Then comes my husband wond…

I think, therefore I am.

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What one thinks, one becomes. Be careful what thoughts you entertain, for it may just become a self-fulfilling prophecy. We often don't realize how much our everyday thoughts effect who we are- or become. Even those small fleeting thoughts- the ones we end up entertaining more with time- can become our reality if we're not careful. What thoughts do you entertain?                          Do they look like this? No one cares. I'm ugly. I'll never succeed at anything worthwhile. I mess up everything I touch. This is not the life I wanted. I'm a loser. The world is out to get me. There is no way I'm going to survive this. I'm too old...or too young...or too busy to make a difference.                          Or do they look like this? I am loved by God. I can do this. I'm not perfect, but I was made for a purpose. I am special because of who God made me to be. I might mess things up, but there is still hope for me. I can be an overcomer. I will survive. I can make a differenc…

American Idol Dreams

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Every time I see another season of American Idol, I'm reminded of some important nuggets of truth. I suppose in that way, it's not all bad, despite who the judges are. 

Here are some concepts that stand out to me- as I watch AI- that actually reflect real life:
It's not bad to have big dreams. Dreams motivate us to work harder, smarter and reach for something bigger. But do our dreams line up with God's ultimate dream for us? Or are they based on what we want people to think of us? Or that we want attention, fame or riches? Big dreams can be good...or even evil...depending on our motivations.
Being honest with ourselves is a gift.So often we watch AI and wonder who in the world told some of these people they could sing! Maybe they were a bad judge of talent, or maybe they're just too scared to tell the truth. Either way, we give ourselves a gift when we are truly honest within ourselves about our gifts/talents and where we are in the growth process of using them. 
No o…

Evil Cold

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If there's one thing I've learned since I've moved to Northern MN,  it's that the term "cold" is a matter of perspective.
The whole past week here has been so cold that I've decided to dub it  "evil cold."
It's been so cold that:
The snow crunches and squeaks so loudly under my boots  that it's like nails on a chalkboard. No lie. It's not music to my ears.
When I walk outside, the hairs in my nose completely freeze.
Trying to get my car doors open is like a game of tug-of-war... only I don't win unless I brutally beat the door frame first.
Walking from my office to my car, I have a coughing fit due to the wind  flooding my innocent lungs with "evil cold" air.
Accuweather calls it "chilly." I bet no one from accuweather actually lives here.
I look out at the thermometer outside my kitchen window in the morning. Instead of the temperature, it says "minus, you don't want to know."
I have to plug in m…

Our hearts...an oxymoron.

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Our hearts are an oxymoron. (don't you love that word?)
They can be extremely fragile at times. They can be extremely strong at times.
They can be softened by a simple image. Or hardened by a simple word.
They can be swayed by emotion. Or stubborn as a mule. Or steadfast...or torn.

Our hearts can be hard-packed...like snow on a -20 degree day.
Or melting...like snow on a 50 degree day.
(can you tell I live in Northern MN?)



Sometimes we don't know how strong our hearts can be, 
until we have to be strong. 

It's no wonder that God looks on our heart, instead of outward appearances. It's the heart that tells the true story.

And knowing how fickle our hearts can be, it's a wonder that He loves us so deeply and unconditionally in spite of them.

Isn't it great that He gets us? 

I'm so glad he holds our hearts in His hands.