i feel happy :)

I had a one-hour phone appointment with my support coach today, during which i sat in my car and watched people come in and out of Tattered Cover. So many different kinds of people, it made focusing on my call difficult.

It was also very windy today, very. A grocery cart was laying on it's side near the entrance to the bookstore. In the hour I sat there, several people would right the cart, only to have it begin to roll around out of control as they, happy and unknowing, continue on their day. Each of them tried a different strategy to get the cart to stay upright, but few realized that standing it up meant it was going to roll around wildly, hitting cars and people. And those that did realize made only futile attempts to still it, never being successful.

One man, the first, picked it up and pushed it behind a bench in the middle of the walkway. Within seconds it started rolling, but he was already inside Tattered Cover and missed it. The next guy grabbed it as it rolled around and put one of the tires on the welcome mat. That worked until the next major gust of wind dislodged it, causing it to roll on towards it's next car-victim.

Over and over again people would try to fix the stray cart. Everyone thought they knew what was right, how to make it stop causing damage to itself and others. Yet no one took the time to read the store it was from (Bed, Bath and Beyond, right next door) and think to take it inside that building. Or, even less thought-intensive, it could have been laid back down, wheels up, so that it couldn't roll around.

I think in ministry I try to fix everyone's felt-problems. I tried to get their wheel's caught just enough on the mat to make them stop hurting themselves and others, but it's really just a band aide that makes me feel better and them left alone, again. If I only took the time to find out where they are from, where they belong, and what the real problem is, they could be restored.

If I only took the time to bring them to Jesus, instead of bringing them to myself or my books or my theology or my church or my psychology. Then they could be restored.

oh that i would know him more

i have been working my way through a book titled "praying for dear life" which is just too cheesy of a title. but, it is a good book and it is changing the way i look at prayer and speaking with the father.

also, i have a cold and i'm pretty grumpy about it.

those are the (boring) highlights of my life right now. and here are some pictures from my life right now.

wasted day!

i hate days like today! everything i tried to accomplish just didn't work out.i planned to write christmas cards while i babysat........fell asleep instead (while the kids were napping, don't shoot me)

i came to my favorite coffee shop to work......forgot my computer cord.


went home to get cord, came back and got to work. first task: balance checkbook......forgot checkbook at home.



going caroling tonight! brought my camera so i could take pictures.........the battery is dead.

maybe i'll just go back to bed. :)

watch this right now. don't even wait.

i cannot believe how funny and cute this is!

sicko

i've been sick sick sick the last 48 hours or so. it's super annoying. as usual, i thought i was going to die. but, as usual, i didn't. so that worked out good.

here's a pic of my dad and i at thanksgiving!

and, it FINALLY snowed!!!! praise the lord!

and i started the christmas decorating in my room...more to come!

thankfulness!

tuesday.

i forgot to bring my camera to panera so i have no pictures to show. instead, i'm going to write some haiku's.


ODE TO A STOMACH ACHE
stomach is upset
think the gas i licked from thumb
may be killing me.


A LITTLE POEM TO HELP US ALL CELEBRATE THE UPCOMING HOLIDAY OF THANKSGIVING, WHICH WAS ORIGINALLY CELEBRATED BY THE PILGRIMS AND NATIVE AMERICANS
it's thanksgiving day!
let us eat our weight in food
fat americans.


ICE CREAM WITH JULIE
all day i ponder
what flavor to get tonight
on date with julie.


TAMARA
born on the same day
she has same last name, too
she is my sister.


TAMARA II
last poem boring
tams should make whittling art
cause she's into that.


GOTTA GO
going to puke now
really not feeling so well
just might be dying.


these poems are dedicated to my great sister-in-law tamara.