Ramblings from a coffee addicted, takes herself too seriously, literary buff.
I just have to rave about my grocery service. I’ve been getting my produce delivered by Spud for a few months now and really love it. They make an effort to go local whenever possible and it reminds me of my Grandma’s garden when I open up the bin and find lettuce with dirt on the leaves and carrots that look like they were pulled from the ground just before they showed up on my doorstep.
I was at a conference recently where Marilyn Meberg asked every one in the audience to pull one thing out of the “Where were you God?” box that we all have lurking somewhere in the basements of our souls. My initial response was, “What are you talking about? I don’t have anything in that box.” Hahaha….
It’s a scary thing, being open to facing what goes inside the “Where were you God?” box. It brings up more questions like, Do you care? Am I loved? Aren’t You omincient? Don’t You have my best interests in mind? Was I unfaithful? Weak? Do I not trust You enough?
Part of me wonders if it would be productive to spend some quiet time before the Lord opening that box even wider. The situations in life where I have felt abandoned or betrayed have left scars, and a wound that hasn’t been taken care of can never properly heal. The only barrier to this “project” is time. I kind of want an overnight resolution with God. Not a surprising reaction since I live in a world of instant gratification. A slow journey does not sound appealing.
I don’t really spend time being sappy on my blog. Maybe that’s an indicator of how self-centered I am, but I like to think it’s because the way I treat my husband in real life is example enough of how much I love him. He probably doesn’t need me gushing about him here. Still, there are appropriate moments for a measure of oogly-googliness. This is one of them.
We’ve been married four years today and I think that warrants a momentary celebration, a few extra kisses, and some long and passion-filled sighs of wonder and contentment. So here are a few things I LOVE about my man:
I was sitting outside Crema having coffee with a friend today. The sun was shining, the birds were singing…you get the picture. Next thing you know, the wind has picked up and there’s thunder and lightening.
Sometimes storms just creep up unannounced and pour on you. The weather is unpredictable. Life is unpredictable. I got to thinking about how I’ve often been caught in a downpour that rocked my foundations. Trouble came unexpectedly.
What do we do when a storm rolls through? Who do we turn to? I”ve seen a few nasty storm fronts in my time and while they can be scary it can also be a time of, oddly enough, reassurance. God is in control. So as the rain, thunder, and wind pass in about ten minutes here in Portland I am reminded that I can often blow things out of proportion in my own life and that stormy weather is a season, just like any other. This too shall pass…
I figure I’m a fairly low-maintenance kind of gal. Want to know how I came to that conclusion?
Well, lets see. I got off a plane Sunday morning around 7am and I haven’t stopped running around since then. Hang on a minute, let me count on my fingers how many days it’s been since then. Hmmm, four I think.
On Sunday and Monday we moved our offices from right next door to 12th and Sandy. Bryan and I moved most of the furniture ourselves on Sunday afternoon.
On Tuesday I flew all over town trying to get to meetings (and I’ll admit it, I did miss one), struggling with the lack of Internet at the new office, and moving our house. Yes. We are also moving. Just next door but it still requires packing everything up, cleaning, organizing, and unpacking. So far I have my new kitchen in order and everything else is a shambles.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Enter Cap’n Crunch. Monday night I stopped by the store and bought a box of that delicious cereal with the added feature of berry crunches. Yum, yum, yum. Life is just better with a bowl of Cap’n Crunch.
You should know that I almost never buy Cap’n Crunch. I know intillectually that it’s loaded with sugar and unhealthy preservatives. Plus cold cereals are expensive. But hey, I figured that a low-maintanence gal like myself deserves a $4 box of cereal when life is so busy and crazy and a wreck that sitting down to put ones feet up isn’t even an option.