Monday, August 30, 2010
I often look at the sky during a storm. The lightening bolts go to and fro. They have a mission, they've been told where to go. I listen to the rumble of the thunder, sometimes I feel it in my heart and my feet. I smell the air, it has a taste, a taste that always precedes the rain. I want to capture it all and save the images, feelings and the smell forever. I listen to the Concertmaster entertain us with His sounds, I listen for His voice.
But it's the times when there is no sunset and no scent of rain, that I stumble the most.
I often count years.
How will I be in 5.
How will I be in 10.
How will I be in 15.
How will I be when my kids have kids.
How will I be when.....
I stand in awe of His wonders, but I put a wall up around me.
I see His artistry and yet I feel like He can't fix me.
I see my MS and say, "He can't. It's beyond His reach."
I ask myself everyday, "He can, but will you let Him?"
When I find that these thoughts are taking hold, I run to Job 38-42.
Here's a few of the many verses where God talks to Job in chapter 38..
24 What is the way to the place where the lightning is dispersed, or the place where the east winds are scattered over the earth?
25 Who cuts a channel for the torrents of rain, and a path for the thunderstorm,
26 to water a land where no man lives, a desert with no one in it,
27 to satisfy a desolate wasteland and make it sprout with grass?
28 Does the rain have a father? Who fathers the drops of dew?
29 From whose womb comes the ice? Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens
30 when the waters become hard as stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen?
Thursday, August 26, 2010
I needed some face soap, so we walk over to the cosmetic section. Cooper is in the cart diligently working to buckle himself and Chloe is meandering her way behind me, saying hi to literally every single person we pass and if they stop, she begins telling her life story and showing her bug bites.
A cute couple with a car seat in their cart walked by, heading towards the checkout stand. He was pushing and she had her arm hooked through his, they weren't moving very fast.
The curious person in me looked at the contents of their shopping cart. It contained one item and one item only.
There's only one reason a cute petite girl like herself would have a huge bag of these in her cart.
(glancing in car seat)
Brand new baby!
Inside I giggle.
I can remember a time when having to go to the store to buy feminine products was like having a near death experience. I'd buy the tampons and attempt to mask the box with a box of muffins, or brownies or something from the food section. Or I'd buy a magazine, lay the box on it's front and put the magazine over the top of the box. Walking through the store, I'd carry them under my armpit, where it probably looked as if I was gonna smuggle the things out. And if it weren't illegal to steal tampons, I probably would have.
Then I got older, college age, and it's still an awkward moment at the store, but not as bad as high school.
In college, little did I know there's a rite-of-passage that happens for most women. It's this feat that gives a woman full range of conversation with other women; no holds barred. It's the 'walking on smoldering ashes' moment, the killing a bear with your bare hands....
... having a baby.
Once the baby is born all topics are fair game. Women talk about bowel movements of themselves and that of their new child. Boobs, cracked and non cracked. Stitches, tearing, cutting, pain meds, no pain meds etc.
It's then that going to the store to buy pads, and the biggest most absorbent pads you can find, isn't a big deal! I mean, you've conquered the world! You've got your golden ticket. The world will see those pads on the conveyor belt and a little piece of them will say, "Oooohhh," while nodding their head in understanding.
There's one thing you have to keep in mind.
Remember to bring your golden ticket.
Otherwise you're just some girl buying really bulky pads.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Will she love people? I think this will be the case. She is very good about saying hi, asking a name and wondering about the person. She has a tender heart.
Will she be a bug specialist? As of now, it's looking likely. She truly believes every bug placed in her path was put there by the Lord. She's right I guess, but where she learned that I have not a clue.