Who's Using?

I started this blog as an outlet for my frustration at the stupidity of people as a whole. That sounds harsh (even to me) but it's true. It was (and is) astounding to me how some things seem so obvious, yet so much of the populace seems to live in total oblivion.

Today Joyce Meyer reiterated one of my favorite quotes: Everywhere you go, there you are. It reminded me that my mind is always where I am. And so is my heart.

How about if I used those two God-given tools to consider someone else's POV sometime? Okay, BTDT, on occasion. That's where the mind part leaves off. So, how about if I then let the heart kick in and actually (watch out; it's coming).... EXTEND THEM SOME MERCY!

The Beatitudes were the Scripture reading for the fast today. Talk about a sock in the eye! Five minutes before reading it, I'd called a guy I was attempting to speak with (laryngitis) over the phone a fool. Not to his (virtual) face, of course. Just in conversation. Good thing I repented before I got to that verse!

If I could find it within myself (and it is there) to willfully choose the mercy option, to always (big word) give people the benefit of the doubt, how much more peaceful would my own existence be?

But then I might actually have to change the name of this blog...

Cliche Alert: Time Flies

Indeed, it does.

I think I've just about resolved that people aren't purposely stupid, mean or evil. Shocker: everybody just isn't wired to be logical. :sigh: How annoying!

Some stuff isn't logic, though. Some stuff is just paying attention.

For example, navigating in traffic. It takes just a minuscule amount of observation to determine which lane is moving fastest, who's coming up on you the quickest, which car you're approaching more rapidly. Come on. It's not that hard. And if it is, let's make it simple.

Get out of my way.

The Cookie Deal

I currently have three packages of cookies in my house. As far as I know. I also have at least three packages of chocolate. I think. This is not counting the Valentine's Day Doves that I just finished like a week or so ago. In other words, I am confessing to being a snack hoarder. Based on what some others have told me, I'm not exactly a devourer. By that I mean, I'm not quick to eat all this stuff. I just like having it around. Especially the chocolate. It definitely makes me feel powerful to have a bit of that around. Two of the bags of chocolate are unopened. Same for the cookies. One of each I've been working on for over a month, I think. So, what's the deal?

A random comment I made to a co-worker the other day finally clued me in. He's a young man in his early 20's with the accompanying appetite. We were discussing a meal we'd had recently at work and the ensuing leftovers. I was putting something in my locker, and he was in search of grub. I said something to him about making sure he got whatever it was he was looking for before somebody else ate it. I referenced remembering that feeling from when I was a kid and knowing I had to "get mine" before my sisters ate it all up.

Eureka! Light bulb moment. I don't know for sure that I'd ever really realized just how significant that was to me. My mother was pretty broke when we were growing up, so snacks weren't exactly at the top of her list. But when she did buy some, you knew you'd better hurry up and eat whatever it was. It wasn't uncommon with cookies (for example) for her to buy a box and the whole thing would get eaten in one day.

So, I'm holding on to my cookies. And my chocolate. If you know what's good for you, I wouldn't advise you to try to sneak any!!!

The Closest I Ever Want to be to Another Cat

For lo these many years, I've wanted to know the words to a song I liked as a child. I knew some of the words. In fact, I knew most of them. It was just a couple of verses near the end that I just couldn't recall. I remembered that it was also a favorite of my sister, Tanya, but I just never could seem to ask her whenever I talked to her. The fact that she's quite a talker may also have contributed to my lapse of memory. A part of me also hesitated, though, because I inwardly believed that if she didn't remember, I'd have no other recourse.

The longing for these lyrics pre-dated the advent of the www (hard to imagine). As the web became more popular, simple and accessible, I'd occasionally have the thought that therein might lie my solution. But I always sort of pooh-poohed that notion. After all, my childhood was a long time ago. Well not that long. And it was probably quite an obscure song. Also the aforementioned amnesia always seemed to afflict me when I was online as well.

Well, the other day the amnesia seemed to fade. I was actually online and recollecting at the same time. But then came the paralyzing fear. What if it were true that my childhood was so long ago and my song was so obscure and... I rebuked that fear and googled that song! And I found it. There were my long lost lyrics to "Senor Don Gato!" I was so happy! I sat there singing every last word from the screen, with a big silly grin on my face! I sighed with contentment, having achieved a long-desired end.

Yeah, that's close enough for me...

Lessons From the Valley

I've been waiting and waiting. I remember a gospel song that talked about "an uncloudy day." Gospel songs are good for making up new words. But you got the message.

I've been waiting for a pain-free day to talk about the lessons I've learned. I wanted to be able to speak in the past tense. Even if it was only for a day. That hasn't happened. So, okay - I've still learned (and am re-learning) some things.

God loves me. He knows I'm imperfect. He knows I'm immensely challenged by trust issues. And He loves me anyway.

Even in the worst pain, He's still there. This experience has been almost indescribable. Though anybody who's close to me knows I sure have tried. It's like nothing I ever imagined. But even at the worst, He was there. Sometimes I could only confess the Word in my head. Sometimes I confessed the Word out loud while my head was screaming, "I can't take this." But He was there. Sometimes I've felt outright crazy. He was still there.

And I don't mean He was there in a passive sense. I hate wimpy Jesus depictions. That's one thing I loved about "The Passion of the Christ." Even a movie critic's review I read described him as the buffest Jesus he'd ever seen. God is strong. But He wasn't with me strong and passive. I felt that strength flow into me. He upheld me. And still does. He's getting me through.

So, I'm not camping out in this valley. I'm not laying a foundation or even pitching a tent. I don't know what lies ahead. But one of the first Scriptures I ever learned as a little girl was Psalm 23 (KJV). "Yea, though I walk through the valley..."

Me and Jesus (you heard) are walking THROUGH. The valley of pain is not my permanent address.

And The Band Played On

I went to choir rehearsal last Tuesday evening, only to find out that it was the final one. Our choir was disbanded. The decision came down from on high (or somewhere) that none of the current (or future) smaller campuses would have an actual choir. We'll just have the front line (basically our worship leaders). I was not prepared for that. It came as a blow and definitely saddened me. However, when I examined my disappointment more fully, I had to acknowledge that it wasn't entirely centered around the choir's demise. It was also affected by my feeling of not having fully stepped up to the plate. It's seemed that there's been so much going on, so many distractions, that I hadn't been fully committed or participatory. I kept trying to "get back on track," but somehow the time commitment always seemed a little much, or I was too tired, or something else took precedence. It was like being torn in two. Our lead front liner told us that she was positive that God had already been speaking to each of us about our future direction, because she knew Him too well to believe that it was otherwise. As always, I feel pulled in different directions. All I know for sure is, I never feel more engaged or alive than when I'm worshiping Him. And the only instrument I have is my voice. So, I'll let Him lead.

What The Successful Single Girl Does for Valentine's Day (Weekend)

Happy Valentine's/President's Day! Since it's a long holiday weekend, I'm appreciative. Last night at my new singles small group, we got a different perspective from someone from Colombia. She said that in her country it's called "Friends and Lovers Day." At least I think that's what she said. Anyway, her point was to ask us if it's true that in America it's basically a day for couples. We had to admit that it was. Then we proceeded to discuss what significance the holiday (Valentine's Day, not President's Day) has for singles. Of course we talked at length about God's love.

At work today, there were several deliveries of flowers for various ladies. The rest of us smiled wistfully and congratulated them. One delivery was different. It was a Fed Ex package from Zales. A couple of us joined in to help the recipient open it. We speculated on what it might contain. The recipient opened the package and handed the small box to our other co-worker, while I guess she was looking to see if there was anything else in the package. I asked, "Do you think it's earrings?" She didn't. She pulled out a card. So there I stood with the card, our co-worker had the box, and the recipient had the now empty container. She told the other girl to open the box. It contained a diamond anniversary band. She directed me to read the card. It said something like, "To my dear wife; we made it!" We two non-recipients ahhhed. Not so the addressee. She snatched the ring away, stared at it and exclaimed, "Square diamonds! Square diamonds! He knows I only like round diamonds!" She then began to examine the invoice carefully to determine if the fault lay with him or with Zales. The last I saw of her, she was on their website trying to track down her "correct" ring. I'm still flabbergasted!

I think I'll just go to the Toby Mac concert tomorrow...