The other night while lying next to Brad I remembered one of my first moments of self-awareness. I recall playing in the field near our crick (hello, I’m Appalachian and a crick is a small creek) thinking about how I could have been born anything, a frog or a butterfly perhaps, but I was born a human. Not only that but I was born a specific human to a specific family with a specific set of emotions, feelings and interests.
This is a little mind blowing as a kid, but also interesting to think about the possibilities. What if I had been born a frog? What if I had been born someone else? What would that look like?
I became aware that this inner dialogue is all mine, and that it’s only mine.
I imagine Theo is getting close to this age and it excites me. I look forward to my children aging and learning and experiencing the stages of life. Even though it tugs at my heart to see them growing so big I certainly don’t want them to stay little forever. The world is ripe for exploring.
On Instagram the other day (yea, so much for my social media fast) I noticed how many comments on famous pages would say something like “I LOVE your page, great content!” or “I love your purse, hat, shirt, etc.”. It occurred to me how adulterated the word love has become and how I am absolutely part of the problem. Every time I use the word love in a context other than the intense affection God has for me or I for someone else I essentially deem it meaningless.
I’m trying my best to reserve love for something more than a handbag or a shirt.
I got to use a machete yesterday and it was way better than a weedeater. I highly recommend it. Wielding a giant knife seems dangerous but it was in fact quite satisfying and quickly destroyed the pokeberries that are everywhere (things that worry me: stray toddlers ingesting poisonous berries).
A few weeks ago, Sunday service was held in the front room of our church where floor to ceiling windows look out over the river toward downtown. It was such a great experience not only to sing in a smaller, more intimate setting but also to be actively praying for our community as we watched cars go by.
It was a windy day and every time it gusted I imagined the Spirit of the Lord moving in this town, blowing out evil and making space for his Kingdom to grow.
To God be the glory.
After reading my post the other day Brad told me that I’m a good writer.
I responded with a stupid “What do you mean?”
He retorted, “you can accept it or not, but you know what I mean.” Well, that meant a lot coming from my publisher husband.
After that I felt joyful and happy and I’ve probably let it go to my head. Everything I know about writing I’ve learned from Brad.
The main lesson: less is more.
A couple of years ago my grandma gave me a pack of fly tape as a gift. There’s no better way to make someone feel like crap than to hand them some fly tape for their kitchen. I can see the flies, I know they’re there and if I wanted I could certainly buy some fly tape of my own.
Naturally, I threw it in a drawer and scoffed at the idea of dead flies hanging around.
This summer when I had finally had enough of these pesky flies I dug through drawers until I found the fly tape. It turns out this stuff is magical, especially with three boys, chickens, and screen door that doesn’t shut all the way.
I put a new roll up this morning and 3 hours later it had caught 10-15 insects. It works and it’s chemical free. Thanks Grandma.
Brad went on a craigslist run this afternoon so he texted me the address on his way. I knew the house was out there but after an hour and a half with no response I was officially freaking out.
I couldn’t stop wondering, at what point do I call the police?
So, I did the worst thing you can do in this situation: I googled “Craigslist murders”.
Turns out, Brad spent an hour and a half at this guy’s house, prayed for him, chatted with him and then DIDN’T buy the damn window because it wasn’t the size it was supposed to be. He also taught him how to properly measure windows. Oh, and all of this was outside of cell range.
I’m glad he’s OK, but he should definitely never do that again.