Bits and pieces

I've really been enjoying the presence of God lately. I went to the One Thing conference at the beginning of this month (and bought a very cool hat). Nothing in particular impacted me but I have felt very filled since then. Sunday worship has been very good. Even on the Sunday morning that I was feeling angry having sworn at Bracken the day before and upset that she didn't come home and look after her dog.... I am very glad that God meets us where we are and if we choose to let him in then bless us profoundly.

On Monday (Dec 3) I'm having surgery. I'm a bit nervous. I'm trying not to think about it too much. I really don't need to freak out. Yesterday, I read an article in the paper about people who are awake during surgery despite the fact they were anesthetized. Really bad timing on reading that article. On the plus side, because of the surgery I have the whole month of December off of work. Well almost the whole month, I have to work the 31th.

Bracken insisted we get Christmas lights for the outside of the house. So for the first time ever, we have lights. Blue icicles and stars. Bracken's choice. She and a friend of hers put them up. I'm quite excited to have them. I think that lights should be on from November to February, just because of the darkness of our winter days.

That's it for now. I'll blog on how my surgery went next week.

Life

I turned 35 on Monday. How did I get to be 35? I feel like I haven't done enough to be 35. I felt like that when I was 25 too though. Does that mean I am unhappy with my life? No, I am actually quite content but I often wonder if there should be something more, something more significant. Am I doing what God intended? I don't really know, which is a sad statement about my relationship with Him.

On Monday, I had a friend take me to get my ears pierced. Mostly just for fun, but partly because I've been to chicken to get it done. It's really neither here nor there whether they are pierced. It's not like I've always wanted them pierced, just every now and then I've thought about it.

I must commend my husband. He is such a good husband. He delights in me, which makes my life more abundant (I'm struggling to find the right word, I think abundant is it though). I am rather glad we are together. (how's that for an understatement).

I think that's it for today. (I should probably get back to work)

A Poem

My sister wrote this poem and I thought it was really good. It's formatted a little differently on paper...

Final Expression of Love

God give me strength.
The heart is weak,
The body is weary,
The mind is gone.

If no healing then
Peace
Freedom
The constraints of the body
this world
Freedom
Peace.

God give me strength.
To express my love this way.
I am so afraid, so afraid.

Collect for me
memories of love.
Bring them to the brim,
flooding out the pain and sadness.
Show my expression of love.
Pure.
True.
em

Supposebly

A short rant:
Why is there a vast number of people here, where I work that say "supposebly"? Do they not realize that it is a d and not a b? I cringe every time I hear it; it irritates me to no end. I bite my tongue each time so I don't correct them. Perhaps I shouldn't.
So, in my rant I think maybe I'm wrong and supposebly is a word. So I looked it up on dictionary.com and supposably is a word. It is defined as an adverb meaning capable of being supposed. Supposedly (adverb) is defined as believed or reputed to be the case. So now, I'm humbled and confused.

A Lament

I thought about writing a real lament but that is not my strong suit. The following lament sums it up without you having to read my bad poetry.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

God you are good!

God made me too

Don't make fun of my physical appearance. God made me too. The bible says I am made in the image of God, that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. He knit me together in my mother's womb. Jesus loves me just the way I am. So what right has anyone to judge God's creation with scorn and ridicule.

3 foot lengths please

I went to Rona, with my sister, on Saturday. We were putting some stairs on my deck. We picked out the stringers and then went to get the lumber for the steps. I picked out a nice 12 foot 2x10. There are four steps and they needed to be about 3 feet wide. For those that can't multiply that is a total of 12 feet in length. Emily was pondering how this would fit in her truck and since we were standing by the wood cutting centre, I said lets get it cut. First four cuts are free. So we waited until the guy finished helping another gentleman. He came over and I said could you cut this in four pieces for me. He looked down at me like I was totally stupid. So I said "in three foot lengths please". He grabbed my 2x10 and off he went to his saw. He had not said a word to me. I was feeling pretty good though, that was one less step we'd have to do at home and there would be no problem fitting them in the truck. I was quite disappointed when he came back and put the pieces on the cart and they were all different lengths. Then he says, after seeing the stringers, "oh, you probably wanted those in exact lengths". Uh, duh. Emily and I were totally not impressed, being quite capable ourselves of cutting wood to the required length. Being quite annoyed, we said no, that's okay we'll fix it at home. The good part was that 3 feet was only an estimate on my part having forgotten to measure before we went to Rona. A damn good estimate too. The steps on the deck are the width of the shortest length he cut which was approximately 35". I guess I'll have to specify that I want an exact length next time....