Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Sorry, there was another thing I wanted to say. This week, short as it's been, has been a little tense at times and I just wanted to say "thanks" to those who've been praying because God has answered. He is incredible, the way he works in people's hearts, calms tempers (and spite) and creates solutions that never even looked possible.
Ok, 2 posts in one day...just because they're different.
Life has been filled with so many funny, random quotes lately.
For starters, when I was sick last week Lisl bought me "fortune tea". Each tea bag had a fortune printed on the paper flag. I think the tea company was trying to improve the health benefits of their product by making people laugh.
For example:
"You are the other person", "Your breath is the the voice of your soul", and "The mind is given to you, you are not given to the mind".
Aren't those helpful?
My favoite quotes of the past week have to be, "The road to hell is paved with unbought stuffed dogs" (Hemingway) or Lisl's solution to a lull in the conversation, "The amazing thing about bladder infections is..." I thought living with a business major, I would be the one to start gross biology conversations not her. Oh well, I am amused.
Funny story of today:
Last weekend Wayco was trying to convince me that he had the weirdest dreams ever. As "proof" he went on to recount a dream about a contest where each person was given a car key and then taken to a garage. He had wanted to give the key back, but the people in charge said, "No, you don't understand - you have THE key" Turns out that he had won the sports car and he spent the rest of his dream driving around at break-neck speeds.
This morning I received a car key in my my mail box as part of some contest and I couldn't help laughing. The first thought in my head was that I had to show Wayco. I was trying to figure out when I might see him - because when you have something funny, it's best not to wait too long. So as I was walking home with my mail, who should come across the mall but Wayco who was late to class!
Hehe, I don't know if his dreams are weirdest, but if so - that makes my life weirdest because it seems to follow people's dreams.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Good Idea: Eat pancakes.
Bad Idea: Leave pancake batter in the fridge for 2 months.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

The LORD will deliver them to you, and you must do to them all that I have commanded you. Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you." Deuteronomy 31:5-6

Sometimes, when I have a really incredible time of worship and prayer I wish it would never end. I wish I could live my life, knowing I was in his presence. Amanda reminded me of this verse. He will never leave me or forsake me. The decisions which baffle me, the situation I would rather run from and ignore I don't have to face alone. God really does never forsake me, but that doesn't mean I don't have to look life straight in the eyes.
Kelly gave me a beautiful cd by an incredible young woman named Lindsy Morton. There is a quote on her website which very powefully reminded me of the status quo tonight. The quote is from "The Saving Life of Christ" by Major W. Ian Thomas and reads:

I may say to a glove, "Pick up this Bible", and yet, somehow, the glove cannot do it. It has got a thumb and fingers, the shape and form of a hand, and yet it is unable to do the thing I command it to do. You may say, "Well of course not. You have never told the glove how!" But I may preach to and instruct that glove until my patience is exhausted, but the glove try as it will, still cannot pick up that Bible. Yet I have a glove at home that has picked up my Bible dozens of times - but never once before I put my hand into it. As soon, however, as my hand comes into that glove, the glove becomes as strong as my hand. Everything possible to my hand becomes possible to that glove - but only in the measure in which the glove is prepared simply to clothe the activity of my hand... You are the glove, Christ is the hand.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

"I will be so brief I have already finished." --Salvador Dali.

ps. Did you know there is such a thing as a "gourmet" frozen rat? Who'd a thunk it.
This is for those with short attention spans. Things that make me happy. Warm climates :-). Dafodills suddenly growing and blooming in our front yard. The way my puppy likes me to hug him. Not fighting. Discovering that I sometimes laugh like a little kid. And there's not much like an Audrey Hepburn movie with a cup of hot herbal tea to make your headache and sore throat better. "The La End".

Saturday, February 12, 2005

It’s been a while, sorry. It’s not for lack of thoughts to write on though. Life has been busy but not that busy. As I look back over the past few months it makes me smile in a sad way. I can see the way my relationship with God and even who I am has changed over the past couple months. I got back from break, refreshed and optimistic. Life had a few new twists and burdens but nothing I couldn’t handle. However, God isn’t one to leave us in the shallow end. I’m like a little kid, sitting at a comfortable depth splashing around happily. Then all of a sudden I notice that my splashing has pushed me deeper than I can stand; I remember I can’t swim. God didn’t die so I could remain comfortable though.
*Laugh* I asked God at one point what area of my life needed working. (Almost as dangerous as asking for patience.) He showed me and it was pretty obvious right away he’s the only one able to keep my head from going under. It turns out that the temper I thought I’d mastered had simply not been provoked much. Nope, its still there and worse than ever.
I don’t want to carry my anger around like a pet. I don’t want to mourn over the harm I see it doing. I would rather it just go away. It takes courage though, humility and courage. Great humility…is this what’s meant by picking up your cross? Dying to self eh? Funny, I always imagined a peaceful death in my sleep, not stepping before a firing squad and yelling fire. Lord help...

Monday, December 06, 2004

Alas, my lizard is dead. I'm not pointing any fingers but he appears to have been tragically smothered under a pillow. I will miss him, even if he was creepy.
Well, somehow it's the last week of school already. Basically my life consists of mad rushes to stay a float and not enough time to do the work I'm drowning in. Then it alternates to a slow daydreaming mosey where suddenly life feels organized and I'm on top. I don't know what's wrong with me and why I don't seem to have a middle gear.
Life has been and will be and is interesting always though. We had D over for his birthday Saturday and then I spent most of Sunday observing in the ER. That was so much fun. I even got to observe a surgery. Wow, very amazing. Unfortunately, it also served to remind me of how young and very ignorant I am still. ARGH, too much too learn! Someone made a mistake I'm sure, I'm not supposed to be a grown up, when did this start to happen?
Somehow, when I make it through this week I'll enter finals week. It's also known as the week 4 friends fly/drive in to visit, Lily moves in, and in which we make a pilgrimage to Dallas to swing dance. Personally I think that's a ridiculous schedule, but that's life.
Enough writing for now, more observations and classes to get through tomorrow. I must sleep now. It was kind of funny this morning. According to my plan, I would have gotten 2 hours less sleep and we all would have been up and running. According to God's plan, Lisl and I would incorporate my alarm into our dreams and everyone else's would be incorrectly set. See, God's way made us slow down and actually get some rest for a change and he'd wake us 10 minutes before class. The entire weekend was like that. It was so odd. Both Saturday and Sunday I overslept. Hopefully someone in the house hears their alarm tomorrow morning. :-) Good night.

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Correction, judging from the way he just went from bright green on the blanket to dark brown black on the trashcan, I'd say he's more like a camelion than a gecko. That fits with the amusing way he walks too.
Something is not quite fair around here me thinks. Lisl has a Gecko that likes her, but he's a person. Meanwhile, I'm being stalked by another gecko but it's about 2 inches long and green. At least I think it's a gecko. It doesn't look like the ones back home but this is Texas, who knows.
I first I thought it was a sweet little lizard and incredibly brave, but now it likes me and stares at me continueously. I'll be studying and see it sitting two feet way on the pillow. Then, a minute later I'll go to reach for my book and it'll be a foot and a half away sitting on the very book I need. Maybe it thinks I'm a crazy kind of tree.
Back home I used to help catch foot long lizards for fun But it's different when you're the one being chased. Grr, can't anything be normal down here in Texas?