Out of the Overflow
So I've been thinking a lot about what I'm doing here…on the blog, I mean. I write about books and life and heart-issues and my crazy kids and military life and whatever else happens. And Jesus... I'm pretty sure I write about Him too.
The Thanksgiving Tree
Since Halloween is over (unfortunately leaving a terribly tempting amount of chocolate in the house), I decided to move our tiny pumpkins indoors and start our Thanksgiving preparations.
Rambling. Because I Can.
I'm writing tonight mostly because it felt weird not to. After a full month of daily writing, taking the weekend off was nice but not quite as exciting as I thought it was going to be. Besides which, I thought we'd knock out a few house keeping items after a month of talking about transition.
Day Thirty-One: Reality
It's the last day of October, the last day of daily writing, the last day of thinking purposefully about this weird in between space I'm in right now. Somehow I really think I had tricked myself into believing there would be this massive transformation and the end of October would include a glittery denouement of awesome.
There's not.
Day Thirty: The House Plant
This year for Mother's Day, the Little Man gave me a potted plant. I mentioned during the house tour that I was going to come back to it later. Considering that this is the second to last day of October, it can't really get much later than this.
Day Twenty-Nine: Joy Stabilizes
I had a friend over this afternoon who came accompanied by her three beautiful children. And it was crazy and loud and chaotic and there were half a dozen paper airplanes flying down the stairwell at one time and peanut butter cookie crumbs all over the table--and I loved it.
Day Twenty-Eight: Bee Stings, Hummingbirds, and Foot-in-Mouth Disease
There was one thing I didn't tell you about the day I got attacked by the army of bees: that playground was where I saw my first California hummingbird, the week we moved in.
Day Twenty-Seven: Choose Your Own Adventure
There are days when you get to choose your own adventure. Days when exploring a new place or trying a new food is a viable option. Days when who knows what exciting thing could be just around the corner!
Day Twenty-Six: Defense Mechanisms
One of the things I butt up against every time we move is my own use of defense mechanisms. When I'm facing something challenging and potentially painful, I automatically do what I can to protect myself. Unfortunately, as is often the case, while a defense mechanism may protect me from pain, it also keeps me from experiencing true joy.
Day Twenty-Five: Orang Asing
You know the hard thing about for real moving? It always reminds me of something that I already know: I don't fit here, and I never have.
Day Twenty-Four: The Straw and the Camel's Back
There will come a day, in the midst of your unsettling and resettling and general change, when there will be a straw that will break the proverbial camel's back.
Day Twenty-Three: Sibling Support
Growing up the way my sisters and I did, we learned early on that the only constants in our lives were each other, and we made our sisterhood count.
Day Twenty-Two: Tired
The second bathroom didn't get cleaned today. All the cleaning supplies are sitting on the sink waiting for me, and there's an empty spot on my To Do list that is just begging for a check mark. This would bother me except I'm too tired to drag myself off the couch and go back upstairs to clean.
That, and I have the hiccups, and hiccups are the worst.
Day Twenty-One: Bee Stings
When we enter into seasons of change in our life (whether by choice or by chance), there will be pain--most if it will be worse than bee stings--because it is impossible to go through the between without some form of discomfort.