Thursday, January 27, 2011
a little something: the pot calling the kettle black, and other things...
a little something: the pot calling the kettle black, and other things...: "i'm eating ice cream. vanilla. with heath toffee bits. it is so delicious. i am rewarding myself for cleaning my bathroom. my worst househ..."
the pot calling the kettle black, and other things....
i'm eating ice cream.
vanilla.
with heath toffee bits.
it is so delicious.
i am rewarding myself for cleaning my bathroom.
my worst household chore.
this is how bad i am with keeping my bathroom clean,
when i do clean it,
my husband ALWAYS says,
"the bathroom looks nice!"
today it was sooo time to clean it.
like, organize the cupboards and wipe them off...and all that.
ugh.
so i tackled it.
the next thing i knew i was up on my bathroom sink wiping the light fixtures,
and unscrewing the glass globes to wash them.
and THEN, the next thing i knew, i was plunging my shower curtain
and window curtains in the washing machine.
i wasn't going to take it that far.
but once i'm in there, and i see how bad things are,
there is just no good stopping place.
and so, now here i am...
eating ice cream, and trying to ignore the yukky bathroom cleaner smell on my dry scaly hands.
i think the last time i posted, it was friday.
my kids were sick"ish" but i was all optimistic...bless my heart.
it turns out that ignorance really is bliss.
things took a definite downward turn after that post.
the weekend was long and sickly.
my mother came to stay for a few days while my dad was out of the country,
so she watched the sickies for clint and i on sunday evening so we could get out and breathe.
but monday afternoon found me piling my mom and kids into, what i feel, is one of the ugliest cars on earth.
a few details here ~
in the beginning of december, our van died.
i was never a big fan of our mini-van, but i remember it now with some fondness.
the man who is fixing a durango for us, has (kindly) lent us a vehicle to drive.
i have named it, (not at all affectionately) the egg plant on wheels.
it is exactly the color of an egg plant.
it looks like a car you would find a 60 something year old lady driving.
you should see the looks i get when i am emerging from that car.
people look at me like, "huh, i wouldn't have guessed..."
and i want to sputter...."yeah! tell me about it!!" but i don't.
the only good things about the egg plant are that:
a. it runs
b. it is warm (i saw a few horse and buggies this winter, and i'm just saying, i'd rather be in the egg plant)
c. when my cousin joy and i go out on the town and we take the egg plant, everything is just funny. i'm not sure why, but it is.
but on this particular monday, as stated above, i piled everyone into the egg plant to go to the doctor.
ok, my mom piled herself in, but everyone else was needy.
i never realized how small the back seat of a car really is.
it is WAAAAAYYYY too small for three sick kids!!
you should have witnessed it.
such a scrapping and fighting and pinching and bawling....
all three of them!
i got lost trying to locate the doctor's new office.
i was lost in downtown harrisburg with three miserable children whining from the back seat.
it was one of those moments when as a mom you LONG for super powers.
although...maybe it is good we do not have them because, seriously, in moments like this one...
who knows what i would have done!
the funniest part of this whole mess happened when we were again all piled in close quarters.
this time, however, we were in the examination room, waiting for the doctor.
i was holding cheney on my lap. a nurse came in to check temps.
she was a black lady. and her hair was really sumthin'!
she had bangs and then the best way i can describe it to you is that the sides were long and curled up.
kinda like big old waves on either side of her head. and it looked stiff as a board. like you could
break it off, not bend it.
cheney, my kid who says whatever she thinks,
stared at the nurse for a few minutes.
(i could see those wheels spinning.)
and then, cheney turns and looks at me,
wrinkles her little nose up,
and says,
"she's hair is WEIRD!"
(this coming from the kid who is currently missing 90% of her bangs as well as other assorted hunks of hair due to a run in with safety scissors.)
and i thought,
well now, if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black, i don't know what is!!
and i laughed and laughed.
it has been a long week.
doctor. medicine. grumpy kids. coughing. sleepless nights.
all comes with the territory, you know.
and now the worst is behind us.
cassie went back to school today.
cheney was invited to visit with her grandma and grandpa for a few hours.
so hallie and i went out for lunch. we did her health lesson while we waited for our turkey sub and fries.
sooo yummy.
it was good for us.
the week was hard on her too.
she was less sick than the others, but because she is my silent sufferer,
she took the brunt of the grumpies from the other two.
cassie is my violent-someone-must-be-punished-because-i'm-sick kid.
she lost her voice for a few days.
at first i secretly thought it might be a blessing.
it wasn't.
when she was in the tub and "needed" my attention,
she would bang on the wall of the tub until someone came.
i found out that cassie was actually pounding on hallie's head to get her attention.
poor hallie.
so, here we are. all still alive. with no brain injuries or what.not.all.
and, i found out that i have an interview at this beautiful little cafe next week.
i am most excited!
my dear cousin, christy, commented on my fb post that God is never late.
and He isn't.
so i will eagerly await next thursday. to see what God has planned.
to find out if He has my life woven into the fabric of a little shop called the timeless cafe.
in the meantime,
i'll do what it is that i do.
i wish you all well!
quite well indeed!
~a
vanilla.
with heath toffee bits.
it is so delicious.
i am rewarding myself for cleaning my bathroom.
my worst household chore.
this is how bad i am with keeping my bathroom clean,
when i do clean it,
my husband ALWAYS says,
"the bathroom looks nice!"
today it was sooo time to clean it.
like, organize the cupboards and wipe them off...and all that.
ugh.
so i tackled it.
the next thing i knew i was up on my bathroom sink wiping the light fixtures,
and unscrewing the glass globes to wash them.
and THEN, the next thing i knew, i was plunging my shower curtain
and window curtains in the washing machine.
i wasn't going to take it that far.
but once i'm in there, and i see how bad things are,
there is just no good stopping place.
and so, now here i am...
eating ice cream, and trying to ignore the yukky bathroom cleaner smell on my dry scaly hands.
i think the last time i posted, it was friday.
my kids were sick"ish" but i was all optimistic...bless my heart.
it turns out that ignorance really is bliss.
things took a definite downward turn after that post.
the weekend was long and sickly.
my mother came to stay for a few days while my dad was out of the country,
so she watched the sickies for clint and i on sunday evening so we could get out and breathe.
but monday afternoon found me piling my mom and kids into, what i feel, is one of the ugliest cars on earth.
a few details here ~
in the beginning of december, our van died.
i was never a big fan of our mini-van, but i remember it now with some fondness.
the man who is fixing a durango for us, has (kindly) lent us a vehicle to drive.
i have named it, (not at all affectionately) the egg plant on wheels.
it is exactly the color of an egg plant.
it looks like a car you would find a 60 something year old lady driving.
you should see the looks i get when i am emerging from that car.
people look at me like, "huh, i wouldn't have guessed..."
and i want to sputter...."yeah! tell me about it!!" but i don't.
the only good things about the egg plant are that:
a. it runs
b. it is warm (i saw a few horse and buggies this winter, and i'm just saying, i'd rather be in the egg plant)
c. when my cousin joy and i go out on the town and we take the egg plant, everything is just funny. i'm not sure why, but it is.
but on this particular monday, as stated above, i piled everyone into the egg plant to go to the doctor.
ok, my mom piled herself in, but everyone else was needy.
i never realized how small the back seat of a car really is.
it is WAAAAAYYYY too small for three sick kids!!
you should have witnessed it.
such a scrapping and fighting and pinching and bawling....
all three of them!
i got lost trying to locate the doctor's new office.
i was lost in downtown harrisburg with three miserable children whining from the back seat.
it was one of those moments when as a mom you LONG for super powers.
although...maybe it is good we do not have them because, seriously, in moments like this one...
who knows what i would have done!
the funniest part of this whole mess happened when we were again all piled in close quarters.
this time, however, we were in the examination room, waiting for the doctor.
i was holding cheney on my lap. a nurse came in to check temps.
she was a black lady. and her hair was really sumthin'!
she had bangs and then the best way i can describe it to you is that the sides were long and curled up.
kinda like big old waves on either side of her head. and it looked stiff as a board. like you could
break it off, not bend it.
cheney, my kid who says whatever she thinks,
stared at the nurse for a few minutes.
(i could see those wheels spinning.)
and then, cheney turns and looks at me,
wrinkles her little nose up,
and says,
"she's hair is WEIRD!"
(this coming from the kid who is currently missing 90% of her bangs as well as other assorted hunks of hair due to a run in with safety scissors.)
and i thought,
well now, if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black, i don't know what is!!
and i laughed and laughed.
it has been a long week.
doctor. medicine. grumpy kids. coughing. sleepless nights.
all comes with the territory, you know.
and now the worst is behind us.
cassie went back to school today.
cheney was invited to visit with her grandma and grandpa for a few hours.
so hallie and i went out for lunch. we did her health lesson while we waited for our turkey sub and fries.
sooo yummy.
it was good for us.
the week was hard on her too.
she was less sick than the others, but because she is my silent sufferer,
she took the brunt of the grumpies from the other two.
cassie is my violent-someone-must-be-punished-because-i'm-sick kid.
she lost her voice for a few days.
at first i secretly thought it might be a blessing.
it wasn't.
when she was in the tub and "needed" my attention,
she would bang on the wall of the tub until someone came.
i found out that cassie was actually pounding on hallie's head to get her attention.
poor hallie.
so, here we are. all still alive. with no brain injuries or what.not.all.
and, i found out that i have an interview at this beautiful little cafe next week.
i am most excited!
my dear cousin, christy, commented on my fb post that God is never late.
and He isn't.
so i will eagerly await next thursday. to see what God has planned.
to find out if He has my life woven into the fabric of a little shop called the timeless cafe.
in the meantime,
i'll do what it is that i do.
i wish you all well!
quite well indeed!
~a
Friday, January 21, 2011
a little something: and it came to pass....thank GOD!
a little something: and it came to pass....thank GOD!: "today i am blogging to remind myself that there really is a great big world out there... somewhere. i think. since i no longer have my coff..."
and it came to pass....thank GOD!
today i am blogging to remind myself that there really is a great big world out there...
somewhere.
i think.
since i no longer have my coffee shop job, my world feels quite a bit smaller.
when we began to have winter storms every other day, my world became smaller still.
and, lastly, when three out of the five the wolfe fam became ill...
you guessed it!
smaller still.
in fact, my world is now so small, or so it feels, that i'm tripping over my own feet just trying to walk.
now i'm just exaggerating.
the truth is, we've been blessed with very good health this fall and over the holidays...
so i really am not complaining.
and the snow thing, i kinda like it.
although all of these delays and cancellations have left me feeling like we're in some kind of time warp.
and the job thing...
i'm still missing it.
rather terribly,
to be honest.
but i am trusting with more umph behind it...that God really does have a bigger and better plan for me.
i was tempted to go out and just get a job to have one. but i knew that to do that, would be stealing from God's best. and i want His best. so i'll wait.
in the meantime, i will share what i have observed about sick children.
there are different types of sick children.
i have three types that live here at my house.
1. i have the angry punish-the-world-that-i'm-sick child.
(she rants and raves about how miserable she feels, and how she's missing out on all sorts of good things because she got sick. and seriously, it's like she just HAS to blame someone...anyone...that this dreadful thing happened to her. (i mean, never mind the small detail that the flu hits every.single.person now and again.) SOMEone, SOMEwhere, in her mind, is at fault. big time. and the world should be lining up to serve her with a smile, whether night or day! ...only normally the world isn't around to serve her, and i'm on duty all by myself.)
2. the silent sufferer. (ohhhhhh how i love her!)
(you know these kids. they are ok with just lying on the couch, watching pbs kids hour upon hour. these kids don't demand anything. in fact, you have to stop by the couch and say, "is there anything you need, sweetie?" these kids know that soon they'll feel better again, so they are content to wait it out. and they do not feel the need to make anyone else feel their pain.)
3.and lastly, the don't-take-your-eyes-off-me-for-a-second-cause-CLRARLY-it's-all-about-me sick kid.
(this is my three year old. she is sooo the baby. and when she's sick, she needs her entire family to watch her 24/7 and enter into her sickness experience. she tells us constantly, " i feel sick." like maybe we thought that in the last five minutes the flu magically left her. she demands medicine, and drinks, and to be held. if i walk out of the room, she yells after me "i feel SICK!" like how in the world was i even thinking about leaving the room? the nerve?!!)
so...this is me, saying i am glad things come to pass.
life is seasonal.
all of it,
really.
the kids are sick, and it's snowy, and i have no coffee shop job,
but all of these things are just seasonal.
we never know how long a particualar season will last.
but it will always change.
it's about perspective. perspective is huge.
trust is huge.
so, what say, world out there...
shall we put some umph behind our trust?!
shall we choose perspective?
and now,
since i promised, in my last post, to send out some copies of perennial blessings,
for a little something...
i need some addresses. (smile.)
rhonda and lisa, thank you for your real and honest comments. it is so very good to know we are not alone!
please send me an email at wolfefam@comcast.net with your mailing address, and you will receive a package soon.
also, elaine martin, i would love to send one of the gifts to your daughter in law. i have been reading your fb posts about your grandson. if you send the address of the hospital, i will send a package to her. (or to you, if you'd like to deliver it.)
and laura, if you do not have a copy of perennial blessings, i shall bring one to church on sunday.
thanks everyone for your commments!!
celebrating the changing of the seasons!!
ann
somewhere.
i think.
since i no longer have my coffee shop job, my world feels quite a bit smaller.
when we began to have winter storms every other day, my world became smaller still.
and, lastly, when three out of the five the wolfe fam became ill...
you guessed it!
smaller still.
in fact, my world is now so small, or so it feels, that i'm tripping over my own feet just trying to walk.
now i'm just exaggerating.
the truth is, we've been blessed with very good health this fall and over the holidays...
so i really am not complaining.
and the snow thing, i kinda like it.
although all of these delays and cancellations have left me feeling like we're in some kind of time warp.
and the job thing...
i'm still missing it.
rather terribly,
to be honest.
but i am trusting with more umph behind it...that God really does have a bigger and better plan for me.
i was tempted to go out and just get a job to have one. but i knew that to do that, would be stealing from God's best. and i want His best. so i'll wait.
in the meantime, i will share what i have observed about sick children.
there are different types of sick children.
i have three types that live here at my house.
1. i have the angry punish-the-world-that-i'm-sick child.
(she rants and raves about how miserable she feels, and how she's missing out on all sorts of good things because she got sick. and seriously, it's like she just HAS to blame someone...anyone...that this dreadful thing happened to her. (i mean, never mind the small detail that the flu hits every.single.person now and again.) SOMEone, SOMEwhere, in her mind, is at fault. big time. and the world should be lining up to serve her with a smile, whether night or day! ...only normally the world isn't around to serve her, and i'm on duty all by myself.)
2. the silent sufferer. (ohhhhhh how i love her!)
(you know these kids. they are ok with just lying on the couch, watching pbs kids hour upon hour. these kids don't demand anything. in fact, you have to stop by the couch and say, "is there anything you need, sweetie?" these kids know that soon they'll feel better again, so they are content to wait it out. and they do not feel the need to make anyone else feel their pain.)
3.and lastly, the don't-take-your-eyes-off-me-for-a-second-cause-CLRARLY-it's-all-about-me sick kid.
(this is my three year old. she is sooo the baby. and when she's sick, she needs her entire family to watch her 24/7 and enter into her sickness experience. she tells us constantly, " i feel sick." like maybe we thought that in the last five minutes the flu magically left her. she demands medicine, and drinks, and to be held. if i walk out of the room, she yells after me "i feel SICK!" like how in the world was i even thinking about leaving the room? the nerve?!!)
so...this is me, saying i am glad things come to pass.
life is seasonal.
all of it,
really.
the kids are sick, and it's snowy, and i have no coffee shop job,
but all of these things are just seasonal.
we never know how long a particualar season will last.
but it will always change.
it's about perspective. perspective is huge.
trust is huge.
so, what say, world out there...
shall we put some umph behind our trust?!
shall we choose perspective?
and now,
since i promised, in my last post, to send out some copies of perennial blessings,
for a little something...
i need some addresses. (smile.)
rhonda and lisa, thank you for your real and honest comments. it is so very good to know we are not alone!
please send me an email at wolfefam@comcast.net with your mailing address, and you will receive a package soon.
also, elaine martin, i would love to send one of the gifts to your daughter in law. i have been reading your fb posts about your grandson. if you send the address of the hospital, i will send a package to her. (or to you, if you'd like to deliver it.)
and laura, if you do not have a copy of perennial blessings, i shall bring one to church on sunday.
thanks everyone for your commments!!
celebrating the changing of the seasons!!
ann
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
bouncing along in the back of an old blue pickup truck
today seems like a good day to blog.
it's snowy and blowy, and so very cold.
an inside sort of day.
today also seems like a good day to give away
some copies of Perennial Blessings with extra yummy hot chocolate.
i personally do not like chocolate, but i am trying to speak your language. (smile.)
so, at the end of the post, i will give instructions as to how you can be chosen to receive a package in the mail from yours truely.
monday was a hard day.
i quit the job that i loved oh so much.
for those of you who do not know what that job was...
i worked one, sometimes two, days a week at a little coffee shop.
it was so me! i thrived! the experience was so amazing! the opportunities could have been limitless.
in the five months i worked at the shop, customers who were strangers became my friends. i looked forward to serving them, and sending them off with coffee and a smile.
i learned their names. people love to be called by their name. did you know that? i heard once that the word most dear to a person, is hearing someone call them by their name.
but there were issues.
issues that became a matter of integrity for me. in order to keep peace and maintain my integrity as a person, and a believer, i walked away. sooo sadly.
i drove home from my last shift at the shop on monday night, in the cold and in the dark, and the tears dripped off of my chin.
the faces of so many people that i had come to love,
that i had shared my heart with,
kept running through my mind.
i felt so confused.
i knew God led me there. and i did not know, and still do not know,
why He closed the door.
i was not ready for it to close.
it didn't feel like it was time.
when i got home, my husband could see that i had been crying, so he
opened his arms to me, and of course...
the flood gates opened again! more tears.
the tears came and went over the next 24 hours.
i knew i had done what i was supposed to do...
and my heart was and is committed to following God's perfect path for me,
but sometimes this thing i do with God...it's just so...
hard.
it's snowy and blowy, and so very cold.
an inside sort of day.
today also seems like a good day to give away
some copies of Perennial Blessings with extra yummy hot chocolate.
i personally do not like chocolate, but i am trying to speak your language. (smile.)
so, at the end of the post, i will give instructions as to how you can be chosen to receive a package in the mail from yours truely.
monday was a hard day.
i quit the job that i loved oh so much.
for those of you who do not know what that job was...
i worked one, sometimes two, days a week at a little coffee shop.
it was so me! i thrived! the experience was so amazing! the opportunities could have been limitless.
in the five months i worked at the shop, customers who were strangers became my friends. i looked forward to serving them, and sending them off with coffee and a smile.
i learned their names. people love to be called by their name. did you know that? i heard once that the word most dear to a person, is hearing someone call them by their name.
but there were issues.
issues that became a matter of integrity for me. in order to keep peace and maintain my integrity as a person, and a believer, i walked away. sooo sadly.
i drove home from my last shift at the shop on monday night, in the cold and in the dark, and the tears dripped off of my chin.
the faces of so many people that i had come to love,
that i had shared my heart with,
kept running through my mind.
i felt so confused.
i knew God led me there. and i did not know, and still do not know,
why He closed the door.
i was not ready for it to close.
it didn't feel like it was time.
when i got home, my husband could see that i had been crying, so he
opened his arms to me, and of course...
the flood gates opened again! more tears.
the tears came and went over the next 24 hours.
i knew i had done what i was supposed to do...
and my heart was and is committed to following God's perfect path for me,
but sometimes this thing i do with God...it's just so...
hard.
 |
| the scene on my livingroom floor the other day. which doll best represents my life at present? the one sitting in the back of the old blue pickup truck. just along for the ride. who knew God drove an old blue truck?? can any of you identify? this feeling of "God, where are you taking me?" "are you a safe driver?" "am i going to end up at a good place?" oh, i know. i know that we "believe" that God is a good, safe driver, and that he is taking us to a good place... and "technically" we aren't "supposed" to even ask those questions... says WHO? this is our life! our very hearts are at stake. we are going to feel. (if we are real, that is.) and just because we choose to believe that God is trustworthy, and that He is who He says He is, that does not mean that sometimes we will not cry and say, "ouch! i wasn't expecting that bump in the road. God, you sure you know where you're headed??? seems really bumpy back here!! any chance, have an extra pillow up there... to toss back to me. ease the blow of the bumps, perhaps??? maybe toss a box of tissues along with the pillow, if you would." seriously, do we really think that being a "good christian" means we never ask God what's going on? or that we have to pretend it's all good, and there is no pain in this journey? that we constantly live in the "happy place" of God's goodness? because to me, that seems like another mask. another form of pretense. i love God. i do. more than life itself. and i will follow Him anywhere. and i am committed to learning, and seeking, and growing. but i will be honest, and tell you that there has been much pain along the way. much confusion. sometimes anger. grief. sadness. sacrifice. it's not been a smooth ride in a stretch limo. not by a long shot. but in all reality, i don't think that is what God has promised. He has promised victory. power. love. grace. mercy. strength. truth. but not easy. God never promised easy. anything worth having is hard work. always. so what's with this idea of wanting more of God, and life in Him, with the mentality that it will happen easily, and pain free? are there any fellow seekers out there who know what it means to yell, "OUCH, God!" anyone who has had to double check that God remembers you are bouncing along in the back? without a pillow??? maybe even a few brave souls out there who are willing to say that there have been bumps that have been so big, they've nearly been tossed out of the back of the truck? i know those kind of bumps. God does know we are back there. i believe He does. and He knows when the bumps hurt. bad. and i believe, i really do, that if a bump comes along, that is sooo big, and the sheer force of it tosses us out of the back of the truck, the God i have come to know will stop the truck, turn it around, and come back for us. He really is that kind of God. and He could no more drive away without looking back, than we could from our own children who need us so desperately. so this is me. bumping along. waiting to see what is around the next bend. believing, through tears, that God knows what He's doing. this thing we do with God, the entrusting our very lives to Him... it is so hard, yes. but how much harder would it be to do it alone. without Him. i'll take the bumps anyday. and because sometimes "a little something" helps to ease the bumps... i'd like to send a little something. (smile.) a little something can act as a pillow sometimes. can't it? (smile.) i will be sending 5 copies of my book Perennial Blessings, each with some special flavored hot chocolate. to anyone wishing to participate, all you have to do is submit a comment, either on the blog, or comment on the link on fb, and post the link to your fb profile. this gift can be for you, or for someone you know who is having a bumpy time of it. i will choose five. the last day for the comments for this post will be a week from today. i will post the winners and ask for addresses to be sent to me via fb message or email. and at any time, if God puts someone on your heart who you really feel could use a little something, an encouragement in the Lord, send an email to me at wolfefam@comcast.net, or send a message via facebook, and i will make sure the need is met. pressing onward, in faith, HOPE, and love, ~ann |
Thursday, January 6, 2011
a little something: switching it up
a little something: switching it up: "wow. i have officially fallen in love. with blogging. not quite love at first sight, but nearly. now, if i could only blog whe..."
switching it up
wow. i have officially fallen in love. with blogging.
not quite love at first sight, but nearly.
now, if i could only blog when i got a word from the Lord...
or if i had something to write that was ohhhh so deep and amazing...
i could only blog now and again.
and while deep is good,
and words from the Lord are oh so good,
so is lots and lots of "stuff" in between.
the stuff of life.
i do not wish to be different than i am.
because i am who i am.
i want to be the best version of myself. that's the goal.
too many...
WAY too many girls/women do the comparing thing.
it drains me.
and saddens me.
it strengthens my resolve to be au.then.tic.
authentic (adj) >actual, certain, genuine, legitimate, original, real, true, valid
opposite: fake, false
i think our differences should be celebrated.
where does this need come from...
to turn the people around us into us??
observation has led me to believe that there is a connection between insecurity and a judgemental spirit.
i have yet to see a woman who knows who she is, and is at peace within herself before the Lord, approaching relationships with that critical, judgemental spirit.
i really do believe that the more we are "ok" with who we are,
the more we are able to be "ok" with who others are.
it's pretty cool, actually.
so this is me being me.
i hate routine.
yuk.
day after day of the same old thing.
booooooring!!!
but i realize many of you out there thrive on that.
cool. routine away!! (smile.)
but i have long since given up trying to follow a schedule of any kind.
i rebel against my own schedule after about day 2. day 3 at the max.
i will do what ever it takes to switch things up.
i crave adventure.
my husband does not. i'm just saying. it can be tricky business!!
confession: i'm pretty sure my need for adventure scares him silly.
i adore spontaneity! (i am soo glad that word was in my dictionary!)
spontaneous (adj) happening or done naturally; not forced or suggested by someone else
the very definition makes me what to whoop!
this is how deep my need to be authentic and spontaneous goes...
true story:
i took my crocheting along to church the other sunday and sat in the middle
of sunday school AND the service, and crocheted a scarf.
(my husband looked at me like i was NUTS! but i think he was secretly amuzed. and maybe a tad bit impressed that i didn't care what anyone thought.) (chuckle.)
if i could bring about a change in girls/women today,
i would start by shouting from the rooftops that it is OK to be different!
authentic! original!
no appologies!
none.
do you know that when we compare ourselves with someone else,
not only do we rob ourselves of the joy of being who we are,
but we also rob the other person of the joy of being who they are.
i will go to such extreme measures to switch up a day, like today for example,
that i will invite my two little neices over, and have 4 little girls at the kitchen table
covering pinecones with peanut butter and birdseed. seriously.
it might be messy and crazy...
but at least it's different from yesterday!! (smile of satisfaction)
this morning, before the above stated mess took place,
i lit all the candles in my hurricanes on my quirkly little cupboard
not quite love at first sight, but nearly.
now, if i could only blog when i got a word from the Lord...
or if i had something to write that was ohhhh so deep and amazing...
i could only blog now and again.
and while deep is good,
and words from the Lord are oh so good,
so is lots and lots of "stuff" in between.
the stuff of life.
i do not wish to be different than i am.
because i am who i am.
i want to be the best version of myself. that's the goal.
too many...
WAY too many girls/women do the comparing thing.
it drains me.
and saddens me.
it strengthens my resolve to be au.then.tic.
authentic (adj) >actual, certain, genuine, legitimate, original, real, true, valid
opposite: fake, false
i think our differences should be celebrated.
where does this need come from...
to turn the people around us into us??
observation has led me to believe that there is a connection between insecurity and a judgemental spirit.
i have yet to see a woman who knows who she is, and is at peace within herself before the Lord, approaching relationships with that critical, judgemental spirit.
i really do believe that the more we are "ok" with who we are,
the more we are able to be "ok" with who others are.
it's pretty cool, actually.
so this is me being me.
i hate routine.
yuk.
day after day of the same old thing.
booooooring!!!
but i realize many of you out there thrive on that.
cool. routine away!! (smile.)
but i have long since given up trying to follow a schedule of any kind.
i rebel against my own schedule after about day 2. day 3 at the max.
i will do what ever it takes to switch things up.
i crave adventure.
my husband does not. i'm just saying. it can be tricky business!!
confession: i'm pretty sure my need for adventure scares him silly.
i adore spontaneity! (i am soo glad that word was in my dictionary!)
spontaneous (adj) happening or done naturally; not forced or suggested by someone else
the very definition makes me what to whoop!
this is how deep my need to be authentic and spontaneous goes...
true story:
i took my crocheting along to church the other sunday and sat in the middle
of sunday school AND the service, and crocheted a scarf.
(my husband looked at me like i was NUTS! but i think he was secretly amuzed. and maybe a tad bit impressed that i didn't care what anyone thought.) (chuckle.)
if i could bring about a change in girls/women today,
i would start by shouting from the rooftops that it is OK to be different!
authentic! original!
no appologies!
none.
do you know that when we compare ourselves with someone else,
not only do we rob ourselves of the joy of being who we are,
but we also rob the other person of the joy of being who they are.
i will go to such extreme measures to switch up a day, like today for example,
that i will invite my two little neices over, and have 4 little girls at the kitchen table
covering pinecones with peanut butter and birdseed. seriously.
it might be messy and crazy...
but at least it's different from yesterday!! (smile of satisfaction)
this morning, before the above stated mess took place,
i lit all the candles in my hurricanes on my quirkly little cupboard...(that cost $12 at a sale and reminds me of something i would have seen in my grandma's house. you should have seen the look on my husband's face when i pointed it out at the sale and said, "i'd like to have that.")
just because candles burning are beautiful.
and because i wasn't burning candles yesterday!
and they add to the comfort and beauty of my kitchen.
why wait for company to light the candles?
ross is such a great place to shop!
the prices are great.
and you are not likely to find the same thing there
two times in a row.
their shelves, especially the house decor in the back,
are stocked with originals! treasures!
things you are not likely to find in anyone else's home.
a great way to express who YOU are.
if i could afford a professional decorator to redo my house, i'd say, no thanks.
because, even though my house is not professionally decorated...it is me. looking around in my home, you will learn about who i am as a person. it expresses my likes, my faith, my taste in color etc. and i like that. a lot.
i love meeting women. learning about who they are, and what makes them...well...them.
becoming part of another person's life is a huge honor.
brightening someone's day is a delight!
blessing someone with encouragement is a blessing!
and i value that opportunity!
this blog is another way for that to happen.
so,
i am going to provide an incentive for you to help me meet other women. (smile)
gifts.
i am going shopping tonight, and i am going to scope out the stores for treasures to post and give away.
i'm not sure how all the fancy bloggers do that...but i'll figure out something that works for me, and i will LOVE sending off treasures to show up in your mailboxes!!
and all i ask in return is that you post my blog link on your facebook profile,
or spread the word to friends and family who you think might enjoy "a little something."
in the meantime,
switch it up, or keep it the same...
whatever works for YOU!
give yourself the gift of YOU.
and give others the gift of YOU!!
be beautifully you!
cheers!
ann (aka) annie
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