Friday, February 22, 2008
I'm back! Well mostly. Good ol' Tom 'caved' and signed up for DSL here at our Grace Place. He got a terrific deal and his boss is even chipping in five dollars per month since Tom often must bring his work home (work which really doesn't even require the Internet. hmm.). Plus, his company has given him their own laptop computer, so hey... add all that up and what choice did he have? I guess.
Part of me was enjoying being computer-free a lot. A whole lot. No more addiction--no more having to check-in all the time to Computer Land in case I was missing something important. No more looking-up every tiny curiosity inside my head. No more feeling pressured to keep up with my email. I mean after all--with no computer here and with Tom's having the car at work and with our living in what looks like Alaska right now, well,I couldn't just stroll to the library any ol' time. What could I do but just let it all wait?
But there's a best of both worlds thing here with this new DSL thing. Tom will have this laptop with him at the plant 40 hours a week so I'll still be mostly computer-free except on the weekends. Sounds sane and good to me, at least in this season of my life.
Anyway. Remember when I was dreaming about moving to Mt. Airy, NC? You know, the place very much like Andy Griffith's Mayberry? Well, yesterday some photos arrived from my friend, Wilma, who visited Mayber--, er, Mt. Airy last week on vacation with her husband.
The photos made me insane.
Oh, I immediately wanted to pack up and move there this weekend. The town was everything I'd imagined--old-fashioned, cozy and fun. But what really made me bonkers and brought tears to my eyes? The trees in Mt. Airy have green leaves on them. In February! Oh my goodness... Here I am living in the North Pole (well, might as well be) with white snow and ice and gloomy grey skies and brown, bare trees and where it's a great day if I can make it back from the convenience store without my face freezing to numbness. And then there are people living in NC (and other places) where trees have green leaves and they can walk and walk without risking losing their face and assorted limbs.
Sigh. Tom and I have gotta get out of here. I still love this tiny cottage, but it's the outside of it which is making me crazy.
Oh well... I guess this all shows me I'm not sticking close enough to Grace... not listening and not receiving what she has to give. Too often we struggle and struggle to get what God is standing there handing us. So today will be another of my Receiving Days, a day where I stop complaining or trying to make myself happy when I peer out the window to all the ice and dirty snow.
I'll just, instead, receive His joy and strength and contentment. They're always a million times better than anything I try whipping up, myself.