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Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Saturday turned out awesome, too! Andrew ended up going with a friend to the NASCAR race in Charlotte, and I went to Asheville for the day. My friend Missy lives there, my friend Rachel is doing an externship there and my friend Allison was just in town for the weekend. I love these girls and we had such a blast! We ate and went shopping and had a horrendous waiter at dinner, but all in all what a great day. I couldn't have asked for a better one. And we are trying to plan a get-together the first of November and I am extremely excited!!
It is Monday morning, and I am generally in a cranky mood anyway, but this morning I got a little ill. Last week a woman sent me something to place in the newsletter. I copied and pasted it. It had a typo. I caught it but somehow neglected to fix it. Said woman is particularly difficult to work with, even though I am nothing but nice to her and I have gone above and beyond my duty to do things for her on numerous occasions. Somehow she still always manages to make me feel stupid and about 2 inches tall. And on many occasions I have managed to screw things up that she has asked me to do, I'm sure furthering her belief that I am a complete imbecile. Anyway, about the newsletter typo, I received an email this morning that read "I would appreciate it if you would proofread my submissions for the newsletter." It just came across very snippy and mean. I screwed up, yes. But it is just as much her fault as mine. It really made me mad and upset for a little while. But then I decided that I would not let this woman ruin my Monday. I am trying to avoid attacking her personality or character, that is only me being mean-spirited. I just needed to vent about this so I could let it go.
Now I hope I can have a Happy Monday after a really great weekend!
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
So, this is my daemon... whatever that is. It has something to do with the Golden Compass movie, which I am so excited to see. It looks very similar to The Narnia Cronicles, and I think it is cool I could pick out some parts in the preview that were shot in Oxford. The movie is based on a trilogy of books by Philip Pullman, so if I like the movie, I might have to check them out.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Anyway, I'm really proud of my sis. She's going to talk about her eating disorder in front of her entire school which I think is so very brave. Last night she posted her senior pictures on Facebook and it made me cry. It's like she is really grown up now and our childhoods are over. No wonder my parents baby her. They want to keep her a child as long as possible. That way things stay the same. Life is scary how fast it moves.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
"The next milestone is September 7, when Dannielynn turns one. Birkhead is planning a big birthday bash, and 200 guests have been invited to celebrate, inluding Dolly Parton, Dannielynn's favorite singer." -US Weekly
Ugh, I hope Dolly doesn't go. How can they even know who a one year old's favorite singer is? They are just defaming poor Dolly's name. I swear, these people will do anything for attention.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Friday, July 6, 2007
"When we reduce Christianity to math, we defile the Holy... Many of our attempts to understand Christian faith have only cheapened it. I can no more understand the totality of God than the pancake I made for breakfast understands the complexity of me. The little we do understand, that grain of sand our minds are capable of grasping, those ideas such as God is good, God feels, God loves, God knows all, are enough to keep our hearts dwelling on His majesty and otherness forever." Blue Like Jazz, p. 202
I'm in love with my doubt. That's a line from a Copeland song that I love because it describes my relationship with God so perfectly. It's eloquent. I was almost becoming proud of it. See, it's not my fault I'm doubting God. I'm in love with my doubt. People do crazy things when they fall in love. They can't be held responsible for what they do during that time. Their head just isn't thinking right. I have been doubting God for a while now. The weird thing is, I don't shun church or anything. I work at a church. I still go except for when I really want to sleep in. I still read religious books. I just don't quite buy it all. I'm not sure when I became such a realist. It might have been while I was studying Religion in college, oddly enough. When I became so sure that being logical and intelligent was the most important thing. When I decided I didn't want other people, non-Christians, to look at me and think I am crazy or stupid to believe in things like a virgin birth, resurrection from the dead, the ability to be saved from hell by believing that Christ was the son of God who was sent to earth with the soul purpose of sacrificing himself for our sins. I was just becoming convinced that I was never going to be able to fully believe these things because it's just not logical. I just can't wrap my mind around it. I've talked to my husband about it alot. Our struggles in our relationships with God are very different. He is probably the smartest person I know and the logical argument doesn't make a lick of difference to him. "I just believe," he says. "You just have to have faith, and I do." That blows me away. I want God to fit into this box that I have label precisely for him. He will go here where I can see him and study him and understand him and how he works and hear him. But in my heart I know. That isn't how God works. If I spend my whole life trying to get him to work that way, I will never ever find him.
So this passage was inspiring to me. For some reason, it just made me see this they way I needed to. I am trying to make Christian spirituality MATH. MATH FOR HEAVENS SAKE! Math is so common, so boring, so scientific. I have been stripping God of his holiness and replacing it with MATH. I'm an idiot. Christianity isn't math. It's sacred. I understand sacred things. In fact, I love them. I love old, old sacred music. I can almost relate to it more that praise choruses. (I know, I sound like I'm 60... stay with me here.) Old sacred music make me feel like it is a time with only me and God. Like back before the world became complicated and things got in the way. It seems to me like you could be closer to God then, like there weren't as many distractions. But I'm sure those people found distractions just like I do. I also love old sacred buildings. I absolutely adore old churches. When I was in Britain and Ireland, I must have seen a hundred old churches. And I never got tired of it. I could just stand there and feel God. Just be in awe that these amazing structures were created to honor him. And I love sacred art. And traditional sacred practices. See where this is going here? I am an idiot. How can I love those sacred things so much and yet want to boil God down to a science. God is holy and divine and we're not supposed to understand him. It's not like I've completely had a 180 here. But I have the desire to have a 180 and that desire has even been missing for a while. It's time for me to feel God and trust God without holding him in my hand. It's time for me to let God go and be what he truly is. I hope I can do this and as a result he can show me who he truly is in a way I can understand while still simply believing.
"Andrew the Protester, the tall good-looking one with dark hair and the beard, the one that looks like a young Fidel Castro, was the activist in our bachelor family. He is the guy I told you about with whom I go to protests. He works with the homeless downtown and is studying at Portland State to become a social worker. He is always talking about how outrageous Republicans are or how wrong it is to eat beef. I honestly don't know how Andrew got so tall without eating beef." Blue Like Jazz, p. 178
Monday, July 2, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Valuable, but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void." -You've Got Mail
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
One of the things that I hope sets Christians apart is our desire to do good. I hope that as Christians we seek to change lives by being obedient to God by serving and being a voice for those who cannot do for themselves. I am a big talker about being aware of the atrocities going on the world around us and the needs in our own backyard, but I often fail to put all that talk into action. I felt like Donald Miller was writing about my life when he said:
"I talk about love, forgiveness, social justice; I rage against American materialism in the name of altruism, but have I even controlled my own heart? The overwhelming majority of time I spend thinking about myself,pleasing myself, reassuring myself, and when I am done, there is nothing to spare for the needy. Six billion people live in this world, and I can only muster thoughts for one. Me." (Blue Like Jazz, p. 22)