Tuesday, August 30, 2011

"Man, I feel like a woman..." and other randomness like mustaches and best friends

Listen, Shania was right. And tonight, my military-body-builder-extrovert spin instructor proved it, as he joined in on verses like, "Let's go girls" (while he simultaneously apologized to the three men in our female-dominated class) and "Color my hair, do what I dare, oh, oh, oh!" Hilarious.

I have to admit, sometimes I picture myself flying off the bike accidentally. Or wondering what kind of triple axel I would do if my knee went out or something. Of course then I get to laughing in my head... and then inevitably I cackle out loud. Definitely did that during my lunch break today when I saw the picture that my brother sent-- one of him, with a freshly shaven stash that looked like the one my Dad used to rock back in the 80s. Burst out laughing!

Skyped with my childhood best friend, Jenee, last night. It was like food for my soul, as I have felt relationally pressed these days. We just laughed and enjoyed each other's company. One thing I really love about Jenee is that she genuinely loves me for who I am, quirks and all. I definitely feel the same about her, but I have noticed the particular love that has grown in our friendship over the past couple of years. It's like she has taken stock of the 15 years she's known me and has watched me change each year, and with grace and wisdom (and lots of love), she offers me such a helpful perspective to have insight into my actions and heart. I've noticed Jenee doesn't just jump and offer unsolicited advice; instead, she waits to be asked. I have so much to learn from her, and from the way she loves. I am grateful to God for such a comfortable friend. Let's grow old and gray in our friendship, okay Habibti? : )

A couple things I've been enjoying lately:
-Ironing with starch
-White Peaches from Costco
-Trader Joe's lime bars (UGH! Try them. Please.)
-Watering the garden early in the mornings
-Singing country music (I always listen to more country music in the fall for some reason...)
-Dairy-free cheese (who would've thought!)
-Riding my bike down to the river and looking at the military ships
-My label maker at work
-The hymns "Day by Day" (Charles Wesley) and "Not What My Hands Have Done" (Horatius Bonar)
-Tide with Downey (delicious smelling clothes)

Okay, goodnight. Sleep well, and wash your sheets with Tide.


Sunday, August 28, 2011

"So, you're telling me there's a chance..."

One of many favorite quotes from my all-time guilty pleasure movie Dumb and Dumber... Remember when Lloyd asks the girl what his chance is of getting her number and she responds by telling him, "I'd say one in a million"? Then Lloyd retorts positively, "So you're telling me there's a chance!" BAHA. Love that.

Well, that doesn't relate at all to what I want to write here, but I figured the comic relief is sometimes what my heart needs. Just when I said to a friend that my season of transition seems to be over, I get an e-mail notification that our landlord would like to move back in -- in 60 days.

Yes, there are worse things in life, but I was really bummed. Bummed, not to give up an old house with out of control weeds and one bathroom and a crazy amount of spiders in the basement. But, instead, just bummed to be in transition again. I really wanted that to end with college :  ) Wishful thinking.

This morning in church I was reminded that as long as I live on this earth, which is not my home, there will be season after season of transition. Transition is a helpful reminder to me that my home is not here. God uses transition to stir my heart's preference to be self-sufficient and self-reliant, and direct it toward Himself. I know that is something to be grateful for.

So, I'm in transition once again. And I need to fall on Christ in dependence. He will provide all my needs, and all the needs of my roommates. He is not withholding anything good. This is purposeful and ripe, and that is why it's happening right now. It's been apportioned, and the measure is love.

Sometimes I just have to tell myself these things out loud.

Any helpful encouragement on transition is welcome.


Friday, August 19, 2011

The constant beat of love

Just a few snapshots of grace to nourish our hearts today:
"He rules by the force of love and the energy of goodness. [...]
His eyes never slumber, and his hands never rest;
his heart never ceases to beat with love,
and his shoulders are never weary of carrying his people's burdens."
Spurgeon's Morning selection for August 19.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

A gathering together of all loves

"Alas! our longest reach is but a span of love, and our affection is but as a drop of a bucket compared with his deserts. Measure our love by our intentions, and it is high indeed; 'tis thus, we trust, our Lord doth judge of it. Oh, that we could give all the love in all hearts in one great mass, a gathering together of all loves to him who is altogether lovely!"

Charles Spurgeon, Morning selection for August 7

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Thoughts from Nocturnal Nessie

Gee wiz, it is super late. I just had to write about a really sweet evening.

We've had temperatures over 100 degrees for a while now, but today it was nice and cool outside. In fact, it felt more like October than August. Although I am secretly mourning the end of summer and the inevitable beginning of fall, I really did enjoy today.

I drove home from work (new job- praise God for his provision. Loving it. Now able to drive. No more sweaty McSweaterson and flat hair) with the windows down and the A/C off... ahh... perfect. Then came home and made dinner with roommie while singing to Fernando in the background.

Ate out on the patio.

As we finished our wine, we decided that the evening was too beautiful to let slip away without a quick bike ride. So, in a matter of seconds, we decided that we'd bike across town and get dessert at a new frozen yogurt place (my newest obsession).

So, we did.

We biked and chatted. I rang my bell "just because," and accidentally rode on the sidewalks (definite DC no-no).
And flowers were delivered to the office today. Sunflowers and roses. My mom's favorites...so I was thinking of her throughout the day. My new co-workers walked by and couldn't resist saying how beautiful they were. Another reminder that the rocks will cry out, even if we do not.

Sweet day. Sweet week. Cling to the good; toss the bad.

Calling it a night.