Wednesday, January 30, 2008

If You Can't Beat 'em, Join 'em

There's nothing to do but shovel and try to have some fun in the process...

The Weather Outside is Frightful

With 26 inches of new snow in the past 2 days, I’m running very low on witty things to write. I’m completely losing my sense of humor. With my husband on crutches right now, I get the pleasure of snow shoveling duty. The path between our house and garage is about 2 feet wide and the walls of snow are t 6 feet tall on either side (this picture was taken early in the day, before all the damage had been done). The positive side is that I’ve been able to skip my trips to local gym. Ha…ok, there’s some of my sense of humor peeking its head out… I can’t even remember the last time I was at the gym!

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Runaway Bride / Runaway Jeep

I have a few movies that I can watch over and over and over again. I never get tired of them. I never get bored with them. I can quote them verbatim and describe any scene with my eyes closed. One of those movies is Runaway Bride. I laugh at all the corny jokes every time I see it. It drives my husband crazy.

This week, however, things relating to the word "Runaway" have been anything but funny. In a recent post I told you how excited I was over getting a new Jeep. My excitement waned when the accelerator stuck and the Jeep ran away with me, thus contributing to my bad week. Luckily, I got it stopped just before it took me out on the highway in morning traffic.

The next morning the Jeep ran away with my husband, resulting in a trip into the snow bank. The morning after that, the Jeep ran away with the mechanic. Not sure of the whole story on that one, but apparently it was good for him to see. He replaced the throttle cable and now I'm back in business!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

When Satan Attacks

Whew! It's been quite a week around my house. The sad thing is that it's only Tuesday and if this is any indication of what the rest of the week will be like, I think I'd like to opt out. We've had nothing but chaos for the first two days of this week, but it's made me keenly aware of a fact I already knew. I hate Satan. He is the Father of Lies. He is the author of confusion. He prowls around seeking someone to devour and this week, I've felt like it's me!

Usually when I blog, I have some point in mind. I have a clever story to tell or a word of encouragement I hope to pass along, but I have to confess that tonight, I really don't have any of that. I just feel the need to whine and rant a little bit about how rotten life can be.

If you read my last post, you saw that I got a new car. You might be thinking How bad can it be? You must be exaggerating. But, the truth is, I think one of the things Satan enjoys doing most, is to steal our joy. He waits until we're good and happy and then, WHAMO! He kicks you when you're up. He causes doubt and confusion. It's what he loves.

I, for one, am not interested in letting him do this to me. It doesn't change the fact that my week has been crappy. (is that OK to say?) But tonight I will remind myself of the grace of God, of the faithfulness of Christ, of the mercy of Jesus in my life. And even though, I will drop into bed exhausted when I'm finished posting this, I will know that His mercies are new every morning. If you had a day like me...go drop into bed and ponder his love for you until you drift off to sleep. Before you know it, it will be a new day dawning.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Snow White

In the 1937 animated classic movie, Snow White sings, "Someday my Prince will come". I've amended the song slightly and for the past several years have sung, "Someday my Jeep will come." I sold my last Grand Cherokee in 2003 and have vowed that someday, when the time was right, I would have another. This weekend my proverbial ship came in. Used ship, that is. Please don't go runnin' off thinking I've bought some $30,000 car. This one's definitely used, but it's beautiful, has a 10 CD changer and a sunroof, so it's perfect in my book! And in keeping with the legacy of Walt Disney and my Jeep's white.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

In Search of Sun

It happens to me every year. The Holiday hoopla has passed. The decorations have been boxed up and returned to their shelves in the garage. My New Year’s euphoria is starting to wear off and the reality of my life settles back in. Now that I’m not quite so distracted, I’ve taken the time to look around me. What I see is disturbing. What I see is…snow. Lots and lots of snow.

I realized over the last couple days that I’ve been in a really lousy mood. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I could definitely feel myself struggling. And then it dawned on me…I haven’t seen the sun in about 10 days. If you live in Seattle, you’re probably thinking, Big deal. 10 days. That’s nothing. But, that’s exactly the reason I’ve chosen not to live in Seattle. Bottom line is, I need the sun and I’m starting to get desperate.

I know it’s getting bad when I start checking weekend fares to places like Santa Fe, New Mexico, for no other reason than to take an airport shuttle to a hotel with a pool and just lay there. I don’t want to shop, I don’t want to swim, I don’t want to see the sights. I just want to lay my over sized beach towel on the concrete and feel the warm cement on my back and the sunshine on my face.

Today I woke up to fog. Contrary to what you might initially think, I couldn’t be happier to it. You see, I’ve lived here long enough to know that fog is a very good sign. Fog in the morning means there’s warm air up there somewhere. Fog in the morning means there’s hope for the day. Fog in the morning means the sun is coming.

The fog reminds me not to lose hope where the weather is concerned and not to lose hope in other areas of my life. Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in the fog. I can’t see the road more than a couple of feet in front of me. I’m not sure where I’m going or how long it will be until the fog lifts. I must live by faith in the one who can see the whole picture. I must trust him to be the “white stripe” that I follow. But most importantly, I know if I’m in the fog that very soon, the Son will reveal himself.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Who, me a Writer?

It's very possible that I'm out of my mind. "No kidding." you say "Are you just coming to that conclusion on your own?" I don't have a clue how I will do it, or if I'll be good at it, or what in the name of everything that is good, could have possessed me to do it. But with much prayer and encouragement from my family and friends, I have enrolled in the Christian Writers Guild two year writing course.

I'm not sure what this means for my blog, but even if the Guild forces me to write grammatically correct and only use proper words and sentence structure, I don't think I can stop splatting out crazy blog posts. It's way too much fun and if I find out that "real" writing is too stodgy, I'll drop the course and continue to write my grammatically incorrect, amateur blog.

As always, thanks for reading!

Homer Simpson

I don't really like The Simpsons. I must admit, that I've never watched a full episode, but I'm definitely turned off by the attitudes of the characters and the disrespectful way in which they portray others. However, even in my limited knowledge of The Simpsons, I am all too familiar with the sound that Homer makes when he has done something stupid. If you've heard it, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't, let's just say it's a form of the word "Duh", but pronounced more like, "Doh". Today, I had a "Doh" moment.

When I left work tonight, freezing rain was falling and had coated all the cars with a hard shell of ice. My Chevy Lumina has a major design flaw in that when it's cold and icy, the doors get moisture in them and freeze shut. Luckily for me, I was able to get my driver door opened, but the other three doors were frozen tight. I threw my laptop bag and purse into the front passenger seat and took off, hoping the doors would thaw before I had to get my son and put him in the back seat.

I met the babysitter at a hamburger joint that shall remain nameless, lest you get the idea that I regularly feed my son Happy Meals for dinner. Anyway, we were both running errands, so we met, ate burgers, and transfered kids. Afterward we went out to the car and I unlocked my door, hoping it wasn't frozen. I tried to open the back door for my son and it wouldn't budge. I tried the other back door. Nothing. I tried the front passenger door. Stuck tight. I climbed inside the car and tried pushing any of the three doors open from the inside. No luck at all, so I made my son remove his snow boots, climb over my seat, put his boots back on and buckle in. We had two more stops before home, but I figured that the doors would thaw while we drove. This whole scenario took several minutes.

I decided to try the front passenger door one more time and it was as I gave it one last shove that I noticed that the lock switch on the door was pointing at "locked". In my haste, I had unlocked my own door, but not any of the others.


Sunday, January 06, 2008

Soaring or Flapping in 2008?

I love New Years. I’m all about making resolutions, some written, others mental. I love the feeling and sense that no matter what the previous year has brought forth, there is always a day and time to start over; to reflect on things past and look forward to things to come. Some, who know me, make fun of me, but I can’t help myself. I relish the feeling that I’ve been given one more chance to improve myself, to be a better mom, wife, worker; to be healthier, closer to Christ, less stressed. New Years is the representation of all this and more to me. Call me crazy, but I’m addicted to New Years.

A few days ago I was driving to work I was in full “New Years Euphoria”. I was pondering all things present and past. One of the nice things about the area I live in is that my daily commute is beautiful. The trees, mountains, valleys and large lake I drive by serve as a natural springboard for praise to God for his handiwork in creation and my life. As I started out onto the bridge to cross the lake, a very large Bald Eagle flew above my green sedan. With his huge wings spread, he soared effortlessly back and forth across the bridge. It was breathtaking. I nearly crashed my car attempting to keep my eye on him, rather than on the road in front of me. I watched as long as I could and the huge bird finally glided off in a different direction.

The bridge is two miles long. Hopeful of seeing the eagle come back, I kept watch toward the sky. My heart jumped a little when I saw him return. “Cool, there he is again.” I thought. But wait, something was wrong with the second bird. Definitely not the same bird. He wasn’t soaring effortlessly like the first one. As I continued nearer to him, I realized that it wasn’t eagle at all, but a duck. He flapped in the breeze. He struggled, he flailed. No soaring going on, whatsoever.

I laughed out loud as I watched the duck flap by. Not so much at it, as at myself. So many times my life is perfectly represented by those two birds. I have high hopes and aspirations of soaring through life like the eagle; solving problems with ease, and changing course effortlessly when required. But all too often, I am the duck. I flap and flail my way through my days and problems. I fight the winds instead of soaring with them.

As I consider the New Year ahead of me, I think of the way that I can ultimately soar, rather than flap. The book of Isaiah says, “They that wait on the Lord…will rise up on wings like eagles.” In 2008, I pray that no matter what circumstances come my way, my mainstay will be to wait on the Lord, for only he has the power to keep me soaring.


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