Sunday, March 7, 2010

There is a new library open near my house! Tanner and I plan to go there tomorrow to obtain cards - and then the world of literature will be open again. It's been so long since I've had a library card and actually used it. We went to the library every week when I was little, and the librarians always knew what we were studying because my mother would reserve stacks of books on each subject. Ah, good memories.

In other news, I am watching the Office. Still love that show. Jim and Pam are having a baby. It's so epic. I love other people's babies!

Speaking of other people's babies, Joseph and Jen came to visit and I got to hold River :) That was fun, we love them.

That's about it.

Good night.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

I feel the beginning of something. I have a few really courageous friends who are stepping out into the future of their lives, and frankly, they inspire me.

This is not to say that I have never thought about courage in my own life. Or even that I have not been courageous. (Moved to completely new city, got a job, started the awkward making new friends phase - pretty darn brave, if you ask my biased self.) is to I'm just saying that a little log on the fire never hurt anyone.

Someone said to me today "What's the point of courage without fear? What's the point of staying faithful if everything is always good?" Well, there is a point, but I get yours. Where is the challenge if there is no obstacle? Every hero has a hurdle they jump and an enemy they kill. My first one is fear.

I think I may try something that terrifies and intrigues me. It probably doesn't terrify many others, but when you face your own goals and realize that you just don't know how they will come to be (or fail), it's a pretty big deal.

And hey, it's my blog (which oh so few people read), I can deal with any thing I want on here.

Here's to Moses, his stutter, and just how big and powerful God is. I'm excited about that part.

Monday, February 1, 2010

I unpack boxes because I want to settle. In the best sense, to let my heart rest - not that other way of using the word, to accept something less than best. But my heart flip flops between the two of them, not quite settling, in either sense.

Sometimes I remember to be still and to accept, at the same time. To keep my high hopes, to let them float ever higher to be shaped and formed until the image of Christ is present in the pictures of my heart. To accept every day, to own up to every decision, to trust that the path I have chosen and keep choosing is right and good, for me in my here and now life.

It's in living with both of these that I take my daily stroll, sometimes mentally, through this home and hold picture frames up to walls, or scoot the couch one way or the other. I want to be rooted, with the ability to fly; I want to dream and adventure with the understanding that my home is right here, waiting, as comfy and cozy as my old pink bathrobe.

I'm going to hang some things on the walls tonight.