This morning my husband asked me what I blogged yesterday. And then I had to slap my forehead with my hand because I totally forgot about it yesterday. My bad. It was bound to happen. I read some interesting stuff on the internet today. Some made me laugh, some made me sad. Some made me think that there is scary junk out there. Ebola. Lot's of it made me think that people are pretty...dumb. Or blind. Or both. I think I will not be reading things on the internet for a few days. And then I write nonsense on the internet. Irony is the spice of life. I'm just gonna sign off now, and still count this as a post. *high-five*
Last night as I was driving (way past my elderly bed-time) to pick up my 7th grader from a "dance" I heard this song on the radio.
And suddenly, I was 13 years old. Sort of. I remember 7th grade dances. I can't remember who I danced with though, and that's sort of bugging me. Hello Alzheimers. I do remember this was one of my FAVORITE songs. It makes me laugh now, because I can't quite remember how my 13-year-old-self interpreted those lyrics. Bah. I'm almost positive I never caught this particular video on MTV, because it probably would have ruined the whole song for me. Maybe. Or I would have thought they were awesome. Who can remember?!? It kinda ruins it now. Dang it. Whenever I drive Noah and his friend home from the dance, I like to ask 20 questions. I'm sure they love it. Their vague answers are a sure sign. It's weird that having a 7th grader makes me feel like a 7th grader...and an old lady all at the same time. I should volunteer to DJ, and share all my favorite Jr. High and High School songs, I'm sure everyone would love it. Or at least the parents that graduated in 1996 would. Next year.
Today I cleaned and rearranged the stuff in our kitchen cabinets. I probably called Ben on three separate occasions to tell him my progress and explain where I was putting stuff. He listens and praises my efforts...even though he can't really possibly care about the cabinets, especially while he's trying to work.
I may have picked the easiest man to be married to. He didn't quite choose as wisely as me, I mean the easiest wife probably doesn't make you listen to how she moved the toaster to a different section of the counter. *Seriously, I'm that exciting*
Anyways, I made myself a playlist of some of my current favorite songs. Ya know, to listen to while I cleaned cupboards. You do that, right? No?!? Hmmm...it's possible I'm more awkward than I thought. Who knew.
On that playlist is the song Broken Together by Casting Crowns. I probably listened to 10 times today (it wasn't a very long playlist, I underestimated how long cleaning out cabinets would actually take.)
After about the 7th time through it, I you-tubed it so I could catch the lyrics better. It's lovely. And so representative of all marriages, no matter what stage you're at. We all hit times of "drought" in our marriages because so much of life can demand our attention away from each other. It's tricky finding that balance.
The song is right. We are all broken people. We don't complete each other, Jesus alone completes us. It's so much easier to give love and grace when we each see our own brokenness. I don't have to complete him, and he doesn't complete me. The pressure would kill us. "The only way we'll last forever, is broken together."
I also listened to Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds (the Elton John version because it's my favorite) 10 times too. See: Broken.
This is what happens in our house in between watching a 7th grade football game and waiting for the pizza to get done at the gas station.
You have to kill time somehow. Is there really anything better than a dancing wiener dog? *rhetorical question*
Our house is divided. Some (me) think Nelson is trying to dance with me. Other people (who are just jealous of my awesome moves) think he's trying to get me to stop my dancing.
Two things before you watch: 1 - I specifically instructed my middlest son to AVOID video-ing my rear. Again, no one listens to me. 2 - My vanity chose against showing the video. 3 - But how can I not share with you a dancing wiener dog video?
Our gourmet supper of penne noodles, jar pasta sauce, and frozen loaf of garlic bread are simmering and boiling and baking. Wednesday night in this ministry family is craziness.
I could, on my own, eat a whole loaf of garlic bread. I wish I were kidding.
I'm going to totally regret feeding it to my family...and it has nothing to do with my poor nutritional standards, but rather the fact that garlic-breath make me want to barf. And they're gonna have it. Bad.
I'll have to avoid it. After all, in a hour I get to tell a gaggle of kids that Jesus loves them, and I probably shouldn't do that with breath that smells like Hades. Mixed messages are not good.
Lucy just walked in and declared that she doesn't like this kind of food. It's *probably* because she's eaten a bowl of cheerios, a slice of toast, two hard-boiled eggs (minus the yolk) and and apple in the past hour. Oh but wait: She does have room for the garlic bread. Lovely.
Every meal I have to yell at one of the kids to GET OUT OF THE LIVING ROOM and EAT IN THE KITCHEN. It will be a miracle if all four ever obey the rule at the same time.
Lucy just came out of the bathroom with her water bottle. She's taken to filling it up in the bathroom because it's easier to reach the faucet. I'm all for supporting independence...
Why oh why did I buy the garlic bread? Even the dog is gonna have bad(er) breath.
How can something that tastes so good, make you smell so bad?!? I feel like that could be a sermon illustration. Ben is so lucky to have me.
Mouthwash for everyone.
And just like that, supper is over. But the mess, oh it's still here.
The struggle is real, people.
Wow. It's only day 8 of blogging. Just think what is in store by the time we hit the early 20's of October. Look out.
Every-other Tuesday night I get to be a part of a Bible study with a group of ladies. I've been able to do it since moving here...and the group dynamics are always changing, which makes it new and unique with each study. God has used those studies to mold and shape who I am. It's been a process. A long, on-going process.
The study itself is really fantastic. Truly. What makes it even more significant for me personally, is the place that God has brought me to before starting this study. All the details and circumstances that fell into place, in life and ministry, so that He could use this study to so speak to my heart. Making His voice clear. Resounding. Confirming.
The past 12 months have been ones that I will go back to over and over and over in my head and in my heart. Always remembering how He worked out good. We walked through some murky waters, knowing that things would settle and clear. Knowing that sometimes things need to be stirred up and mucky so that they can eventually be clearer. Better. And even though you know that...walking through the muck: Is never very enjoyable. It's still muck, even if there's purpose in it. And just when you think it will never settle and clear. It does.
In the midst of the murky waters, God gave me a verse. Isaiah 43:19 NLT "For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland."
Through His Word, He confirmed for us what He had spoken to our hearts. He gave us a tiny glimpse into His plan, and it was enough to settle our hearts, and strengthen our spirit to continue in the stirred-up mire until the time He saw fit to make it clear.
He cleared it. And day after day, week after week, I stand in awe as I watch Him move and work in the hearts of people around me...including myself. I will never know why He saw fit for us to be a part of His plan here, but I am so thankful for His grace and strength that makes it possible.
Wife to Ben, who also happens to be the Pastor of a sweet little church in a tiny little town. Mama to three boys and little Lucy. We live in the parsonage, 27 steps from said little church. This is the journey...it involves lots of run-on sentences.
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