Saturday, July 19, 2014

A Recent Journey

I did something last weekend that I have thought about doing for years, but have let fear and finances, and a few other excuses, keep me from it. But this time I just had to. I just had to get away. So I did. All by myself. That's right... I took my first solo road trip.

Now before you get too impressed, let me confess that I played it pretty safe. I decided that since it was my first trip, I would go somewhere familiar. So I packed a bag and drove 200 something miles to Arkadelphia, Arkansas.

But before the what, let me explain the why. I had been feeling more than a little overwhelmed. Just weighed down by the stress of the move and my mother-in-law's surgery and recovery, and Brett struggling with looking for a job. And on top of all of that, work has been weighing me down. Summers are always hard, but this summer... I don't know. The joy isn't gone, but it's harder to find. I am incredibly thankful for my job, and there are a lot of things that I love about it, but I'm feeling God preparing me for the next chapter. I don't feel like it's right around the corner or anything, but my heart is definitely shifting.

I was so full of emotion. It has been effecting every area of my life. Getting away for a few days felt essential. Like the first step in recovering.

And I'm so glad that I did. So thankful that Brett understood. So thankful that our awesome roommate was supportive. Just thankful =-)

And now back to the what. I left last Saturday at 7:45 a.m. It was a great drive. Arkansas really is beautiful. The trees. Oh, the trees! They are so gorgeous! They make me want to fly, just so I can fly close to the tree line and feel the leaves tickle my fingers. I want to hug them. They are gorgeous!

I got to Arkadelphia (where I went to college) around 12:30 and had lunch a cute little restaurant called Slim & Shorty's. It's got a surf shop theme, which I was worried would be overly cheesy, but turned out to be just happy =-) Apparently they have live music there a lot of nights - so cool! I had a tasty french dip and DELICIOUS sweet potato fries. It was a nice start to my weekend.

After lunch I checked into my hotel. Actually motel. Motel 6, that is. haha... I was a little nervous to stay at a Motel 6. But it was very affordable, and had been recently remodeled. In the end, I'm glad that I stayed there. It was a simple room, but it was sufficient for my needs. I would have preferred a softer bed and softer towels, but I felt safe and I slept well!

So my plan was to go antiquing. It is about a 45 minute drive from Arkadelphia to Hot Springs, and along the way there are a lot of little antique stores. My roommates and I made the trip a time or two back in the day. It's the reason I collected license plates in college. The antique stores always had them for cheap. And I actually have an idea about something to make for the craft fairs that requires license plates, so I was hoping to find some. No such luck, but I did find some supplies for an AMAZING price!

I made 6 or so stops and bought a handful of things. Nothing fancy, but some great finds. Two things that I will have for a long time. When I got to Hot Springs I found a theater and saw Jersey Boys which I enjoyed more than I expected to. Loved the music! I thought that I would eat dinner in Hot Springs, but after driving around a while, I realized I was not in the right mindset for a busy restaurant full of families and bikers (lots of bikers in Hot Springs). And the road between the two cities has a lot of twists and turns, so I thought I might be better off making the drive while I still had a lot of daylight.

I'm SO glad that I did. It was the most gorgeous drive. I used my memory to get to Hot Springs, but my GPS to get back to Arkadelphia. It took me a different route, and it was breathtaking. The trees, with the mountains in the background. Sigh. All I could think was "with all creation I sing praise to the King of Kings". I will remember it for a long time.

When I got back to town, I ate dinner at Cracker Barrel. It's kind of a must when staying in Arkadelphia. After dinner, I went to Wal-mart for some water and a few snacks, and the Jersey Boys soundtrack. The Wal-mart in Arkadelphia is probably the nicest Wal-mart I've ever been in. And I wonder if it is the Wal-mart I have spent the most time in. We made almost daily trips for pretty much all four years that I was in school. Lots of memories. It was weird to walk through that store and wonder who I was with 10 years ago, walking those same aisles. I've probably been in every dressing room.

The next 36 hours was all about relaxing. Back at the hotel, excuse me, motel, I did a lot of journaling, a lot of reading - both my Bible and The Fault in Our Stars - and a decent amount of sleeping. I didn't get out of bed until noon on Sunday. You heard me. Noon. I woke up at 9, but my eyes were still heavy, so I let them stay shut until the bathroom pulled me into fully awake.

I went to lunch at a delicious and funky little cafe, and then went to the only other store that we ever shopped at in Arkadelphia, Cato. I'm glad that I went, though it took the rest of my fun money. I bought a shirt that I really like, some comfortable shoes and a headband that was a great price!

After that, I wanted somewhere to sit and read and do some more journaling. My plan was to drive around looking for a suitable restaurant, and ended up only driving a few yards. In front of Cato, there was a cute little pizza and ice cream diner. I bought a frozen coffee and spent the next hour sipping it and journaling. The Elvis music was a little distracting, only because it was loud, but I'm glad I was out of the hotel for a few hours.

I already can't remember what I did for dinner that night. I may have just headed back to the hotel and munched on my Wal-mart snacks when I got hungry. That must be it...

Monday morning I intended to eat brunch at Cracker Barrel, then check out all of the new shops on Main Street in Arkadelphia before heading home. Well "all the new shops" turned out to only be 2 stores. That town is dead in the summer.

It would have been nice if the bookstore was open on campus. I was surprised that I wasn't more emotional driving through campus. I thought it would impact me more. But there are so many new buildings... it looked the same, but different. More of the same, but not what my mind remembered. It didn't make me sad though. It made me thankful for the friendships that I made while I was at school. Thankful for the friends that I still keep in touch with. And even the ones that I don't. Those memories are still strong in my mind. I don't regret anything about my college experience - how could I when it left me with such special friends?

The drive home was easy. It's an easy drive. And it was good to be back in Brett's arms. I went hoping to hear from the Lord, and he definitely revealed some truth to me. I had a lot of realigning to do in my heart and mind. A lot of fear to let go of. Where is my faith? What is money to me that I have been so afraid to not have enough of it? Money is not my security. And Brett is not my provider. The Lord provides. The Lord heals. And the Lord loves me, knows my needs, knows what's best for me, and has a plan for me.

It was good to be reminded =-)

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Some Fourth of July Weekend Pictures

I had an awesome 4th of July weekend. Lots of family, lots of friends, lots of fun. No time for words, but here are a few pictures!







Saturday, June 28, 2014

A Full Rich Day

That is what Brett calls days like today. Full and rich. I was VERY ready for the weekend this week. Unfortunately, work has not been very enjoyable lately. I realized last summer, that I don't like summers at my job. They are SOOO full for us in the office. I'm in charge of field trips, and instead of having 9 field trips to plan every month, I have 37. I'm not kidding. It's crazy. And unfortunately, our enrollment is a little low this summer, and that is stressful for the owners. AND our staffing has been crazy. I repeat - I was ready for the weekend.

I'm actually ready for a break that is more extensive than a weekend can supply. I am thinking about taking a couple of days in July to get away, all by myself. Retreat, if you will. Jesus retreated. It's biblical. The women's minister at our church told me that a couple of months ago when I was telling her how overwhelmed life has been lately, and those words have been bouncing around in my head ever since. I would love a day that I don't have to talk to anyone. I am working on that =-)

But back to today. Wow! Here are the plans that we originally had for today. Sleep in, go to the Farmer's Market, and go to lunch. Those were our only concrete plans. I knew that we needed to hit a grocery store, and I knew that I wanted to go to Home Depot, and I knew that we would need to check on Brett's mom (she had both of her knees replaced 6 weeks ago. She is walking with a walker, but she still needs a lot of help) but the only thing I knew for sure was that we, and by we I mean the whole house - Brett, myself and our awesome roommate Rebecca were going to have some fun at the Farmer's Market.

Well, instead, here are the notable things about today:
1. My dad came over this morning and taught Rebecca and I how to mow the lawn (Brett is allergic to flying grass)
2. We introduced Rebecca to New York Pizza and Pasta, where we got to watch a really exciting shoot out between Brazil and Chile in the World Cup
3. We introduced Rebecca to Sprouts where mangoes were on sale 3/$1 and I got some ADORABLE tiny little cacti
4. I gave a homeless girl my shoes
5. I bought an awesome print at Hobby Lobby and was totally inspired as to how to use a few canvases I have hanging around waiting to be used
6. I bought a vintage shelf to display our Mr. Potato Head collection (today I acquired Potato Hulk, Wolverine and Starscream, all for $17!)
7. I made my first little succulent garden
8. I bought a pink flamingo for our yard

Those were just the highlights folks. It was a full rich day.

At my last job, I saw homeless guys pretty often at the light that cars stopped at to get on the highway to head home. One day, I had the thought, "why are all the homeless people guys"? And I immediately came to the realization that a woman without a place to live would be made a prostitute immediately. They don't stand on the corners asking for money, because whether they want to or not, they earn their living another way.

This girl today was young. Younger than me. Maybe 20. She didn't really look homeless. But her sign said she was homeless. And when someone in the middle lane held out money to her, I noticed it was painful for her to walk across the concrete because she didn't have shoes. I was wearing flip flops that are pretty comfortable, that I've only worn a handful of times. I got them 4 weeks ago, I think. I hope they aren't too hard to walk in. I hope she is safe right now. I hope that no one hurts her tonight.

Good to blog again =-)

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Chapter 3 for the Bacons

I have so much to tell! I won't stay up to say much tonight, but since I'm up on my computer, while the rest of the house is asleep, I thought I'd write a quick post - my first in the new house! I week ago today, Brett and I moved to a house a few streets away from our old house. It's three bedrooms, just like the last house, but it has a second bathroom, which we needed because... we have a roommate!

It's a long story full of a lot of twists and turns, but the short version is that over the last two years, God has brought some friends into our life that had a "house sharing" situation. Which I guess is what you call it when married people have roommates. The first time I heard about this, it was a group that our church affectionately referred to as "The Hippie House". Two married couples and three singles living in a huge house. And then we became friends with another couple who had a single living with them. And then we made friends with several single friends who were living with a married couple at the church. And the more we came across it, the more normal it felt. And God just slowly opened our hearts to it as a possibility. And after a lot of prayer and worry and house hunting, we are now the proud co-renters of a funkadelic old house with our sweet roommate, Rebecca. It's only been a week, but so far living with her has been SO easy and felt absolutely right. I can't wait to see what God has in store for us this year.

Pictures to come as soon as we are unpacked =-) I'm off to recover from a day of... unpacking. So many boxes!!!

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Healthy(er) Eating - Day 15

Ugh. Has it been a month yet?

I am struggling today. I am hungry. We went to a restaurant that I thought would have a lot of low carb options, and there weren't as many as I expected. And then what I ordered just wasn't very good. And then I was hungry and wanted things that are not good for me, and it kind of ruined my day.

I want to eat better for a lot of reasons. I am reading Made to Crave, and it's been really great to have someone put into words the ideas that I have felt for so many year. My weight issues are really spiritual issues. I look for comfort, love, happiness... from something that can not give me any of those things. Not really. And when I rely on something other than God for all of those things, and more, I make that thing an idol. I am changing my eating so that God can be on the throne, and not my food choices.

That is what I know for sure.

What I don't know for sure is what is reasonable to restrict myself to... what can I maintain past this month? What about the things that are permissible, but not necessarily beneficial? Like the Diet Cream Soda which I love so much. And do I have to figure all of that out right away?

In the beginning, I said that for the month of February (the shortest month in the year, praise the Lord!) I wouldn't eat bread, pasta, rice, potatoes or sugar. It's kind of low carb, but not really because I'm eating fruit.

Today is day 15, and it was the hardest day I've had so far. The first week was fine. This past week I was hungrier, but it was manageable. Today. Ugh. The emotions came back into the picture. I HATE making food choices based on emotion. I have lived for YEARS of my life not liking to do just that, but doing it anyway. And now I am trying to change that. Again.

But today it felt even harder because not only can I not eat what I want to eat, I can't buy what I want to buy. We are flat broke. We celebrated Valentine's Day today. A day late, because I was working childcare at church last night. Because we need the money.

What I wanted to do was go to the Dallas World Aquarium. I've never been and I have a free pass that expires in a few days. But it's kind of pricey, so Brett's ticket, to go with me, was more than we could afford. And for it to feel like a date, I would have wanted us to eat at one of their restaurants. Again, we can't afford to eat anywhere right now that we don't have a gift card to.

Let me just take a minute to say that I know that I sound like a total brat. I'm not proud that I find myself in want. Not when I have so much. We are abundantly blessed. God has always provided for us. It's been amazing to watch his provision since Brett left his full time job. Some weeks it's one day at a time. Which in my weakness, is kind of scary. In reality, it's really amazing. God has been so good.

I know that all of that is good. I know that this is part of the sanctification process, and I am thankful to be growing. But today there were growing pains.

Anyone else out there relate to days like today? When you have switched to a healthier eating plan, and suddenly it feels so hard that you have trouble remembering why it is worth it? What did you?

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Give Us This Day...

What a beautiful day. It's been down right freezing in Irving, Texas the last few days. I know that it is still winter, but we were spoiled by a lovely glimpse of spring, so when the chill came back it was not welcomed with open arms. But today is another springy day, and I'm looking forward to being out in it.

I just got home from my church's annual "Women's Birthday Brunch". It has been an event for almost 20 years and it is a day that the ladies of our church come together, really just to celebrate each other. It's called the birthday brunch because you are supposed to sit with women who share the same birthday month as you. It's an opportunity to get to know women in the church that you wouldn't otherwise meet because you are separated by seasons. This was my first year to go and I'm so glad that I did. First of all, the food was delicious =-) Is there anything better than breakfast food? Not in my world! That was maybe the best biscuit I have ever had. I know that's saying a lot - especially from a Texas girl - but it was amazing. Even better than the biscuits was the speaker. Her name is Rebecca Ashbrook Carrell, and God really spoke to me through her today.

I have made it no secret on this blog that I struggle with my weight/food issues. Well sort of. Since speaking openly about it here, I go through long periods of not blogging. It's pretty much always food related. I am ashamed when I am not winning the battle, so I hide in silence. But I had a very enlightening moment this morning.

I can't believe that I have never had this thought before. It's so obvious, I have no doubt most other people HAVE had this thought before. It's probably even talked about openly to the point that it's cliche to say in some circles. But it had never occurred to me before. Here is my "aha" moment of the day:

When Adam and Eve ate the apple, the first thing that they noticed was their nakedness, and they felt shame. Shame about our bodies comes straight from the hands of Satan.

Wow.

For years of my life, I was bound by the sin of compulsive eating. If you have never experienced addiction, I don't know how to describe it in a way that you will understand. But if you have, then you know how absolutely enslaving it is to be addicted to something. My every moment of every day revolved around what I would eat next. Where I would eat it. How I would eat it. It's horrifying. I am beyond thankful to say that I am not a slave to food any more. I still choose it, obviously... I am bigger now than I was through much of my addiction... but it doesn't control me. Maybe that is one of the reasons that I am still so big. I have wanted to enjoy my food without the compulsion. Actually taste and enjoy what I was eating.

But I have become increasingly aware of the chains that I am currently carrying over the last year or so. I am no longer bound by that particular sin, but I have been bound by something that at times is so powerful it seems to control my every move. My new chain is Shame.

I am so ashamed of the body that my past sins have brought me to. Too often, I wish that I were invisible. That I could disappear. That I had not come to whatever event brought me face to face with that shame. I know it's all my fault. The size was my doing. The ugliness was brought on by no one but myself, one bite at a time. That is a truth that I cannot hide from.

But we all live with consequences. With effects of our choices. When we fail, would God have us live in defeat? By all means, NO! We have VICTORY IN HIM, through Christ Jesus our Lord. When we feel guilt and shame for our sins and our failures, those feelings do not come from God. Does the Holy Spirit convict us? Yes. Is our God a just God? Yes. He will not spare us from every consequence. But neither does he condemn us. Our sin leads to death, but Christ has come that we might have LIFE! And have it MORE ABUNDANTLY!

We do not need to "suck in our sin" and try to look pretty for God. He knows us. Let me say that again. He knows us. And he loves us. He loves us, despite the fact that he knows us. He knows every apple that I have accepted from Satan. Every bite that led me astray. And he still chose me.

We are not called to hide in our shame, but to be a light in this dark world. It's time for me to put down the shame. To stop abiding in shame, and to abide in his love.

Oh that I would choose life, and live. Holy Spirit, help me to choose life. Show me how to be a light. And keep the chains of shame from choking the life out of me.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

War of the Worlds

Hello friends. I hope that you had a blessed Thanksgiving. The week of Thanksgiving may be my favorite week of each year. I love that it is always on a Thursday, so we always have a 4 day weekend to celebrate. And me, being a gal that loves to shop, greatly enjoy that Christmas shopping is an integral part of this holiday weekend.

We had a great time celebrating with family on Thursday and Friday, doing a little shopping on each day, and taking it fairly easy today. We ran errands, and were out of the house longer than I expected, but we started the day by having lunch with our dear friend Jeff, who grew up with me in Irving, but now lives in Tulsa. Jeff is a man after God's own heart. He lives a very intentional life, but he's incredibly humble, never showy, about it. Just being around him is encouraging. We are very thankful that he is still a part of our life, though it's now a long distance relationship, if you will. He comes to town a few times a year, but Thanksgiving seems to be the only holiday where we consistently get to see him each year. Another plus to this wonderful week!

Man oh man. My mind and heart have been quite the battlefield lately. In some ways, it's definitely been a year of growth. I'm so happy about the birth of Gypsy Rhetoric. I'm thankful that I've devoted more time to being creative. There is finally artwork on the walls of this sweet little house. Some of it made by me, some of it store bought, some things thrifted, and a few things made by other artists, which I love. I love walking into this house and feeling like I'm home - like I'm safe to relax and be myself in every way. And I think that other people feel safe here as well, which has always been a goal in our marriage. But even though I've made time to focus on doing some things that I enjoy, I still feel like my priorities are out of balance.

It's always the same three areas that need improvement. First of all my spiritual life. I don't spend near enough time in the word or in prayer. It makes such a significant difference when I start my days in the word and pray intentionally. Why don't I do that every day? I hate my lack of discipline and I really desire growth in that area. Secondly, my physical life. There were periods of improvement this year. I loved going to water aerobics regularly. But that is not happening these days. And thirdly, my social life. I wish I were a better friend. I have so many people in my life that I love, and I'm not always good about taking time to reach out and remind those that I love how important they are to me.

Those desires have been growing constantly. I feel like the older I get, the richer my love for the Lord becomes. It's gone from chocolate milk - delicious and always enjoyable, to Godiva dark chocolate with sea salt - the best chocolate experience I know of at this point. I am in awe of our Creator - of his sacrificial love that is every bit as strong today as it was 2000 years ago when he sent his only son to die for us.

And I really want to be healthier. I have felt the weight more this year. I've always been ridiculously huge, but I can feel now that it's not just my appearance, but my health that is suffering. It's hard to think about without just completely hating myself. But I want very much to be healthier. To feel pretty. To have more energy.

What I am struggling with lately is not knowing if my love is in the right place. A sweet friend this year, told me that I should not be embarrassed by my love to craft. For some reason, I have always felt the need to apologize for it. To make sure that other people know that I know that it is frivolous. I don't feel skilled enough to call myself an artist, so I say that I am "crafty", and that just seems silly. Even to me, who enjoys it so thoroughly. But Kristen told me that it is a reflection of our creator - that I love to create things. To see potential in completely unrelated objects and make them into something beautiful or meaningful. I really do feel like it is a desire that God has put in me. I can't get away from it - this recognition of beauty in things around me, and a want to make things that I think are pretty.

And what about this nesting thing? I LOVE making our house reflect us. It is such a joy to pick pieces that reflect our style together in the place where we live. But lately, I look around us and we suddenly have a lot of "stuff". This is a three bedroom house, and we are starting to not have a place for things. That is just ridiculous.

Part of it came from Brett's trip... I hear missionaries pray often that Christians would grow a distaste for the western world. That we would flee from the west to take God's word to those who are waiting to hear it. Dying to hear it. And sometimes I think that that is happening in our life. In our marriage. Brett has left his job, and taken part time work, so he can look for full time church work. It was a huge step of faith that we prayed about and, even though we're not sure what life will look like for a little while, he is refusing to spend 40 hours a week wasting away in a cubicle doing work that doesn't matter to anyone. Wednesday was his last day at his old job, so this is still very new. But the past two weeks have had several moments where I have been worried and asked God to provide for us. The Holy Spirit spoke very clearly to me early last week and showed me that God ALREADY HAS provided. Who am I to say that this part time job isn't enough? It's what God has given us. So then I started wishing that he had waited until the new year. But whose to say if this job would have been available after the holidays? It's because it's the holiday season that this retail position was even available. God will provide. We will be fine. We will be more than fine.

Sigh. I am not settled. I am the definition of unsettled right now. In my heart and in my mind. But tomorrow is Sunday. I get to leave the world behind for an hour of worship with fellow believers. It's back to work on Monday, and a new life for Brett and I. I pray that I will live it intentionally.

Sorry this post was so long. It's because it was long overdue. I will leave you with a picture of our Christmas corner, taken from a sitting position on my couch because I was exhausted after decorating for three hours. It's blurry. As are most pictures I take on my phone. But I love our Christmas tree =-) It's now standing guard over a slew of presents. Thank you Black Friday, for letting me give gifts to my loved ones.



Saturday, November 16, 2013

Funky Finds Holiday Shopping Experience 2013

Well, I did it - I did my first real craft fair!!! It was so much fun! I just posted a long blog recap about it over at my Gypsy Rhetoric blog. It was a fun, exciting, educational, exhausting weekend. I'm pretty much recovered from it now. I still have some organizing and cleaning up to do in my craft room, but I have already spent a bit of the profits on some Christmas and birthday presents.

HUGE thank you to my mom and sisters for all of their help preparing for and working the event. And to everyone who came to see me - Haley, Paul, Sheryl, Jenina, Jamie, Jerry, Kalie, Danielle, Rebecca, Robin, Rachel, Rachel, Anna, Jan, Christy and Ana - thank you so much!!!

My original thought was that I would try to do two craft fairs a year and regularly post printables on my etsy site. I was waiting to get through this event to focus on etsy for a while. But.... yesterday someone told me about a craft fair coming up in a few weeks that is on a Saturday morning, from 8-2. It's only $30 to participate and it's at a high school. My alma mater, actually - Irving High School. It's only a few minutes from my house, and it sounds like the perfect, mostly easy way to earn a little more holiday shopping money, try to sell what I have left from last weekend and use up some supplies that I didn't get to in time for Funky Finds. It's three weeks from today. I'm pretty sure I'm going for it.

Here are a few pictures from the event. I had a blast!









Sunday, October 13, 2013

One Flesh

When Brett and I were newlyweds (we're getting close to five years of wedded bliss, so we're slightly more seasoned ;-) we were a part of a Sunday School class called The Rolling Stones. It was our first Sunday School class at our new church and it was a great time of growth for us as man and wife. The class taught us a lot about goals to set and strive for, as believers, in our marriage. The teacher that we started out with in that class was passionate about building within us an understanding of being "one flesh". That phrase is a reference to Genesis 2:24, "For this reason a man shall leave his father and his mother, and be joined to his wife, and they shall become one flesh". I've always thought that was a beautiful depiction of marriage, and I've always claimed it in our marriage - he is part of me and I am part of him - but this week, I really SAW that I am no longer complete without my husband. We are one flesh.

Brett went on his first international mission trip this week. We've been saving and planning for this trip for close to a year. It is a trip that our church has done every year for the past several years, and in January when the church announced the trips scheduled for the year, Brett felt a very clear calling to go. There was a month where we debated and prayed about whether or not I would go as well. I wanted to very much. I knew that it would be a great time of growth, and it is always my desire that we grow TOGETHER more than we do separately. And I've always wanted us to travel! Travel has always been a desire for me, but it's not something that I grew up doing, so I don't really know how. But Brett was not comfortable with the thought of me going. The trip itself is perfectly safe, but the country is not necessarily a safe place for Christians to be. When it came to the point that Brett said that if I insisted on going with him, he couldn't go, I realized it was not the right time for me. I wanted to go, but he was called to go, and there is a difference.

So we've been preparing for months, and this week he went. This week, I was single again. I was on my own for 8 days and 7 nights, and I have never felt so incomplete. I had a multitude of people praying for both of us, and the worries that I had about being in the house alone (I thought I'd be scared to sleep alone and that I would be tempted by all of my usual sin traps) never came to fruition. But I was sad. We truly are one flesh, and half of me was on the other side of the world. I wasn't useless - I accomplished a lot this week, though there is not as much to show for it as I had hoped - but I was lonely. I was not alone a single night or day, but there is no substitute for my husband.

I am happy to say that he is home =-) He got home last night and I am whole again. I am thrilled with what God showed him on the trip and am joyfully looking forward to whatever God leads us to in the future.

On a different note - the Funky Finds Holiday Shopping experience is 26 days away. AAAHHH!!! I have so much work to do! If you are in the Dallas area on November 9th and 10th, I hope you can make it out! It's going to be an adventure!

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Some MUCH Needed R&R

Finally. We had a weekend that was both productive AND restful. There has been a lot of busy, a little productivity and no rest lately. I'm so thankful that this weekend was different.

I'm learning that it is difficult for me to not be busy at home. Not that I never rest here, and I am definitely my most relaxed when it is just me, my hubby and the voices in my head filling our sweet home, but there is always something to DO. I can't just sit and watch a movie, I have to get a load in the wash and the dishwasher and listen for them to stop so I can reload. Or I feel guilty if I'm not crafting (getting ready for the craft fair - check it out over at my other blog) or checking email or blogging or cleaning. You get my drift.

But this weekend, Chuck went out of town. So Brett and I said we would be happy to check in on the best boxer in the world - Oscar. We took over Star Trek Into Darkness, which came with a digital copy that I am loading into my iTunes as I type, a frozen lasagna, and pajamas. I watched an entire movie without feeling the need to get up for anything other than to let sweet Oscar outside to take care of business. It was awesome.

When we got home, I took 2 Motrin PM. My shoulder was killing me because I slept on it wrong on Thursday night. And I REALLY wanted to sleep through the night. And I wanted to sleep past 8:30. Guess what? Success on both accounts.

The only thing I had going on Saturday was celebrating my sweet mother's birthday. But I wasn't picking her up until 4:30. So I got out bed, brushed my teeth, and stumbled into my craft room. I set a goal for September that I'm not sure I can meet. I wanted to get all of my frames and canvases done for the craft fair. But I ended up being given 3 canvases and buying 6 more, so I've got a LOT left to do. I want to do them! I am digging putting quotes and song lyrics and Bible verses that I love into frames. But I don't want that to be the only thing that I have in my booth. I may do as many as I can in the next 8 days and then come back to them later if I have the time. We'll see.

Today, Brett "preached" for the first time ever. He has been teaching God's word for over a decade, but he has never done it on a stage for an entire congregation before. He did a great job! It was a small congregation, but we all enjoyed the word very much. I'm so proud of him. He is now laying in bed watching MASH after eating chicken soup for dinner. He's been fighting sickness for a few days and this evening, he threw his hands up and admitted that he felt icky.

I should be with him now, so I'm headed to bed. I'm going to end by asking the same question I just did over at Gypsy Rhetoric. What movie quotes or song lyrics would you like to see immortalized on canvas?