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And This is Why I Can Never Write Professionally

It would never get done.

In actuality, I’d LOVE to write all the time. I would adore having time to put all the thoughts and funny things I think about into words and share them. It would bring me great, great joy.

But I have these things called children.

They are so worth writing about, but because they are doing their word-worthy stuff, I can’t get the words on the screen.

So…here’s a quick recap of recently: (And sorry for no pictures…I really hardly take them anymore, and the few I take with my phone, I haven’t learned how to get them to the Mac yet.)

Paisley broke her collarbone. She is following in the illustrious path of her older siblings and myself. Between the four of us, there have now been seven broken collarbones in our collective lives. It’s scary that I think about it enough to add all that up. But she’s fine and running around again (it’s been two whole days!) and she has learned how to know what she can and can’t do. It’s actually not been a horrible incident. Hold on, I lied, yesterday was horrible, but I can only listen to so much screaming before it becomes a really bad day.

Michael and I spent two days in New Orleans. He had a work thing, and we had an absolute blast. We had a three hour dinner with his work people at The Royal House and it was the most fun I’ve had with a bunch of Electrical Engineers ever. I tried raw oysters and lived to tell about it. One of my tablemates was a hysterical lady who informed me that the only way to truly enjoy a raw oyster was to be drunk. Since drunk is not an option for me, I “manned up” and tried the thing completely sober (my usual state) and I think she may be right. I didn’t really enjoy it, and I’m not getting drunk to find out if that changes things.

I also learned that I really dislike shopping alone. Michael dropped me off at the ever-so-swanky Canal Place while he conventioned, and after about twenty minutes of “me” time, I was ready for “me and a friend” time. However, in my lonely state, I got to be quite chatty with the sales people, and that was kind of fun. The Banana Republic lady was quite passionate about her wares, and really wanted me to spend more than the $20 I was allowing myself. I held fast to my budget convictions, bought a high quality white tshirt, and moved on.

What else has been going on? I’m trying to remember. I sang at a funeral today. I discovered something about myself in the process: I am learning to put a wall up on the emotions. That’s really a good trick for singing at funerals. I cry easily, even when it’s someone I don’t know, but today I could shut ‘er down, and it was much easier. I don’t want to ever do that in church, I want that to always be right on the surface. But I think stifling the emotions for singing at a funeral is a pretty good skill.

Our house still has not sold, in case you’re wondering.

Aidan spent this week taking achievement tests at school. One of the teachers stopped me in carpool to tell me how great he was doing with them. I’m so glad to know he’s a good tester. He really enjoyed taking them. He told me they don’t make him nervous, and I’m so happy for him about that.

I feel stupid just giving a family update. I never intended to write such boring stuff. I’m usually snappier than this. So I apologize, and will get back on my A-game in the near future. Whenever that will be.

But for now, it’s dishes and laundry as usual. Are you surprised now that this post is as dull as dishwater?

April 24, 2010 at 2:55 am Leave a comment

He Can Hop On Past, Thanks.

I’ve been asked several times why we don’t do the Easter Bunny at our house. We don’t make a big deal about not doing it, we just don’t do it.

Nobody has to agree with me, or even care, but this is our side of the story on the whole Rabbit ordeal:

Easter is not a gift giving holiday, in my opinion. Christmas is, because of many reasons. The gift God gave to the earth in the birth of his son, the gifts the wise men brought, the legend of St. Nicholas, who gave anonymously, and so on. It is tradition to give gifts at Christmas, and we can incorporate it into the real meaning of Christmas.

Easter, however, is about one gift. Jesus gave his life on the cross, then offers the gift of eternal life to those who believe that he is who he says he is. This is the most important thing you could ever believe, and it is the difference between life with God and a life devoid of God.

I don’t want to distract from that. That’s the bottom line for me. It is hard enough to live a Christ centered life in a self centered world. Michael and I decided we don’t want to take away from the celebration of the most important thing we believe by spending time and money on gifts for our kids who can become quite caught up in “stuff”.

So nobody wakes up to a basket of Cadbury eggs and chocolate bunnies. And we’re all normal, happy people. Yes, my kids participate in egg hunts, and they are more than welcome to eat any candy that is given to them. We do have fun over the holiday weekend, but without gifts, simple as that.

I have already been deeply touched by the meaning of the cross. I don’t want to ever get over what Jesus did for me. It is as necessary for me as a heartbeat. I am continually astounded, shocked, and grateful for what happened on that day.

But then, there is the excitement that comes with knowing that he lives! And is still living with us! The very thought brings a massive lump in my throat. That is the difference between life, and abundant life for all people. The truth of his resurrection changed me, and has changed people I love. I can’t imagine having to carry my sins (which are numerous) with me every minute. I am in awe that I don’t have to.

This weekend is about one gift. I chose to receive it long ago, and I am more in awe of it today than I was then. It keeps giving to me every day, in forgiveness, grace, mercy, peace and joy. All it takes is faith.

45 From noon until three in the afternoon darkness came over the whole land. 46 At about three in the afternoon Jesus cried out with a loud voice, “Elí, Elí, lemá sabachtháni? “ that is, ” My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me? “

47 When some of those standing there heard this, they said, “He’s calling for Elijah!”

48 Immediately one of them ran and got a sponge, filled it with sour wine, fixed it on a reed, and offered Him a drink. 49 But the rest said, “Let’s see if Elijah comes to save Him!”

50 Jesus shouted again with a loud voice and gave up His spirit. 51 Suddenly, the curtain of the sanctuary was split in two from top to bottom; the earth quaked and the rocks were split. 52 The tombs also were opened and many bodies of the saints who had gone to their rest were raised. 53 And they came out of the tombs after His resurrection, entered the holy city, and appeared to many.

54 When the centurion and those with him, who were guarding Jesus, saw the earthquake and the things that had happened, they were terrified and said, “This man really was God’s Son!”


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