"Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." ---John 14:6
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Choosing To Wait Well
"A double-minded man is unstable in all his ways." James 1:8
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Ain't that the truth!
Last week I mixed bitter with sweet and contentment with discontentment and created some pretty pathetic hours.
I remembered how God told me to, while we're waiting to move, live a new way inside this old house and town and I tried to do that.
I did.
But I said good-bye to our house and this town too soon and simultaneously, I allowed myself to stay a little impatient and discontented, everyday wishing that we weren't squeezed between two other houses, that we had a larger yard, a clothesline and a different old house, one with every room pleading for help.
Even a tiny dosage of double-minded stuff can cause a huge amount of trouble. Trust me.
Tom got annoyed with my complaining and suddenly I felt like my creative spirit packed up and moved away. I could think of nothing to do, except to complain more and sit outside on our porch appearing pathetic for all the neighbors.
Er hem.
That under-the-surface stuff can mess you up. The stuff you can't see clearly, even though it's going on right behind your eyes--inside your head--and inside your heart. It's all rather like being careful to drink only a vial of poison, not a pitcher full.
So I had to die some more this week, had to go down lower in order to come up higher (as they say). I made myself cease wishing for things outside of their timing and instead, I accepted Life As It Is. I thought I'd learned that, but again, I had to learn it at a deeper level.
And I must have succeeded because everything has changed, even though nothing really has.
A head can only hold so much, and now, since the complaints are gone, there's room for creativity, instead. I've so many changes in mind for our house and its decor! I'd somehow believed I couldn't touch this house since the realtor approved of it last month when she gave the evaluation, but now I realize I can switch around all my knick-knacks-- if that's what I want. I can create the kinda-beachy look I've wanted for months, but have put-off for invisible reasons.
Tom and I can visit the shops, museums and restaurants we've always meant to (we began this weekend--fun!). I can meet for coffee in shops with long ago friends, even if it's just for one more conversation before we leave. I can even fill a whole tablet or binder with decorating ideas for the rooms of our future house, even though I've not seen those rooms--at least I can choose colors and some new ideas.
Waiting well, being single-minded with true patience, the kind that trusts God to know what He's doing, even when I don't. Being very ok with that, growing to love Him more so that--wherever He and I are together--all is well. And having wonderful, creative weeks and months in the meantime--
---those are my new goals.
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Last year, Judy said this issue of Mary Englebreit's Home Companion was her favorite and so, since she and I are obviously twins separated at birth, I bought this issue on Ebay to see if it would be my favorite, too.
It is!
So anyway, yesterday I played Rose Hicks, clever woman from Texas. Here, below on the left, is a hutch from Rose's house and on the right and farther down are hutches from my house.

A fun time was had by all, er, me.
(Click to enlarge. I reserve the right to switch things around in my hutches a bazillion times in the future.) ツ
And speaking of changes: here are some I made this afternoon:
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*A girl has to have a hobby....
Friday, June 08, 2007
Tom and I watched a wonderful dvd from our town library yesterday, one that is family friendly, even.
It's called Behind The Mask, which you can read about here. We enjoy films based on true stories, and loved this, also, because we're fans of Matthew Fox (of LOST) and I, personally, enjoyed watching Donald Sutherland's face and comparing all the similarities with those of his son, Keifer, having watched all the seasons of 24.
Er hem.
I believe many of you would appreciate Behind The Mask and cry through the whole thing like Tom and I did. I'll not try to explain it, but rather, I'll let you read about it at the link I provided.
And one more thing--
Since last year I've left a certain Patty Griffin cd in our car's player and here are a few lines from the current song I play incessantly, one about an elderly man riding home from the funeral of his wife. The underlined words are the ones which convict me every time I listen:
I've had some time to think about you
And watch the stone set like a stone
I've had some time to think about you
On the long ride home
One day I took your tiny hand
Put your finger in the wedding band
Your daddy gave a piece of land
We laid ourselves the best of plans
Forty years go by with someone laying in your bed
Forty years of things you wish you'd never said
How hard would it have been to say some kinder words instead
I wonder as I stare up at the sky turning red.
Oh, may I remember this.
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