Friday, June 30, 2017

Xpost from Facebook.

Saw a mom and tiny baby deer getting ready to cross the street in front of my house, so I walked into the road to make sure no cars came. The mom crossed and the baby wobbled it's way over to me and nosed my knee. I pet it a few times before mom came back and I moved away. Totally worth holding up traffic. 😍 #urbandeer #dowhattheywant
Also I was wearing shorts I will never wear again because I never actually wanted anyone to see them but now people have. Also I was carrying a painting roller on an extension rod. I looked like trailer trash Bo Peep and it was still a wonderful magic moment.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

What lion?

Control yourselves. Be on your guard. Your enemy the devil is like a roaring lion. He prowls around looking for someone to chew up and swallow. Stand up to him. Stand firm in what you believe. All over the world you know that your brothers and sisters are going through the same kind of suffering.
1 Peter 5:8‭-‬9

You know what my problem is when I read verses like this is? I don't relate them to myself.  My problems are so insubstantial, so mundane, so pedestrian. I don't see any lions waiting for me. Today I had a few verbal misunderstandings with a couple of people on noncrucial topics. I encountered a lot of grump unless. My car was making a whistling noise. Now I'm grouchy because I was tired of being the only person not grouchy.

I know those verses are for me. So I'll be on my guard. I'll try to shrug off this mantle of gloom because it isn't mine. The mantle of hope is mine.

... sorry for the mixed metaphors.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Where am I?

I really want a unicorn for my yard. I'm an adult. I should be able to pull that off.

My low/angry points in my hormone cycle essentially boil down to my hormones getting the best of my sense of humor.

I'm getting better at connecting to the natural world around me. This is because my head is out of my own butt most of the time and I'm taking the time to stay in one place. Taking the time to fall in love.

If the human race would all agree to stop with the constant showering and soaping we would all be a lot more human to each other and mind it a whole lot less.

I don't like having my base reality disrupted. It's easier to bear when it is for my children or a very fun activity. Even then it puts me well off balance for a long time.  Like I need to reset, which is accomplished by not being disrupted for awhile. This sounds like I'm describing basic introversion but I don't think that's it. Socializing with random persons who fit inside my base reality is joyful for me. I want to talk to people in my neighborhood, in my ymca, in my grocery store, in my church. I'm not always good at it,  but I like it and it doesn't disrupt me. It's going to a different neighborhood, a different ymca, a different grocery store (I shudder at that one) that I dislike.
Guess I'm a status quo homebody with classic human control issues. I'm hoping that more aging will bring with it more wisdom and I will get over this need to control.

Marley picked up a printed portion of my blog last week, it was written around the time she was 1, she read a bit and said, "This is hilarious." I told her she could read it all when she was 18.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Not home yet

I read about the Hebrews enslaved in Egypt, their suffering and oppression. I read about God's facilitating their escape, their subsequent bad behavior and their punishment to roam the desert for 40 years before their progeny is allowed to enter the promised land.
I know this is a parallel of what God has done for each believer through Jesus. But sometimes I forget that I'm not a Hebrew in the Promised Land. I'm in the desert. This isn't my final destination. I am walking with my family, free from slavery but not free from life's harms.

Sunday, June 11, 2017


Solomon came rushing into the house to tell me he had found large onions growing wild in the yard. He dug up four and cleaned them with great care before I looked closely and saw they were flower bulbs. He was so happy to have provided onions and to have discovered something. I was sad to tell him what they were. I'm thankful to be his mom.

We are finishing up two weeks of no scheduled activities. It was wonderful.
Back to "work". Which is also a joy.