Monday, February 28, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Would you be willing to take thirty seconds right now just to dwell on the fact that God is in you? Astonished? This is not a distant, loose connection. This is the spirit of God choosing you and me to be His dwelling place. That means that as I write, the Spirit of the living God is inside me. I might wake up on a particular day feeling physically tired or stressed or impatient, and humanly speaking, those things would probably define my day. But the reality is that I am indwelt by the Holy Spirit. And because of this reality, stress and tiredness and impatience don't have to define my day.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
It's a day for basking. My house is clean, the windows are open, and my Ingrid Michaelson Pandora station is humming in the background.
Let's talk about Ingrid Michaelson for a second.
She's my current playlist of choice and she (Pandora I suppose) did not disappoint today. When I pushed play this afternoon, the first song that played is the one you are currently listening to right now. However, if you're like me, the second you heard music playing from my blog you hit 'mute' because it's difficult for you to listen to music and read at the same time. I understand. But go ahead. Pump up the volume. Bask in the sound.
Something came over me when 'Everybody' came through my speakers. It was a cross between boogie shoes and dance fever, but boy, I was feelin' the beat. It started as a simple step-touch around my house with my hands in the air. Yes, that's right. I was literally throwing my hands in the air as I skipped around my couch.
But it didn't stop with just a simple skip. No, no, no.
You had better believe that the tapper in me broke out the triple time step. I tossed off my clogs (that's for you, Paish), found my center, and did a few 'stomp, hop, shuffle, step, flap steps' in my socks on the tile floor. My grand finale was complete with a few double pirouettes--only one of which I landed cleanly.
Yeah, I've still got it.
That's what kind of day it is. A day to clean the house while the sun pours in through every possible crevice. A day to dance around the living room with reckless abandon. A day to sit in a lawn chair for an hour staring at the sun in hopes that just an ounce of it will be left on your face.
It's a day to bask.
Ginny basked too. In fact, Ginny basked in the sun so much that she escaped the fence twice this afternoon. I followed her across two lawns with a jar of peanut butter in my hand. It was the best idea I have ever had.
She wasn't rewarded so handsomely after her last escape, though. When she shimmied under the fence the second time, she ran back to me with a streak of mud covering her belly. Instead of peanut butter, she got a bath. This is how she felt about that:
It's ok, Ginny.
Happy is the heart that still feels pain.Go ahead. Rewind the song back to the beginning. Maybe you need to take a spin around your living room, too.
Darkness drains and light will come again.
Swing open your [clean] chest and let it in.
Just let the love love love begin.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
I left my house this morning sans socks.
Sans socks, people.
I particularly enjoy the word sans and try to replace it for 'without' whenever possible.
I'll have that latte sans whipped cream.Perhaps most frequently I have been sans ideas for blog posts.
Please turn in your papers sans errors.
During worktime, my classroom is sans sound (it's actually not).
Actually, that's not entirely correct. I think the problem has been that I have too much to say and am unable to figure out how to say it. I suppose you could say that I'm sans focus.
Do you ever have a strong feeling that God is trying to teach you something? Lately everything I read, listen to, and/or discuss contains very similar themes. It's like God has me on the cusp of something and I'm not quite sure yet where he's taking me. So, because I'm sans focus, the thoughts keep spinning around in my head and all I can do is pray they soon fit into an order.
Which I know they will.
Another thing I know is that God wants me to live sans distraction which is a discipline I don't practice very consistently. It's hard to abide with God when I'm Facebook stalking while watching television. It's hard to listen when there's constant noise. In fact, when I think about it, it's hard to listen when there isn't noise because I'm not used to the silence.
Sans distraction doesn't come as easily as sans socks.
But it does come with greater rewards. And I'll take that any day.
On a semi-related note, I stumbled across this video (click here) the other day while trying to figure out whatever it is that God wants me to know. Can you tell there will be more on the subject?
If you want your thinking to be challenged, take two minutes and watch it. Then let me know what you think, because I'm still trying to process what the implications are in my own life.
And, try to incorporate the word 'sans' into your vocabulary at least once this week. You'll be sans disappointment.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
...and there live we as merry as the day is long.
-William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
This, for example, is the to-do list I made right before I left school yesterday:
When you're a teacher, things are constantly being added to the to-do list. In fact, I have taken to carrying around post-it notes with me because if I rely on memory alone, something is bound to be forgotten. I made this particular to-list in anticipation of the possibility of a snow day today.
Possibility turned reality thanks to the Blizzard of '11. And by blizzard, I mean that when I look outside, not a branch is blowing in the wind.
But I'll take it, because here it is nearing 11:00 a.m. and I'm still sitting on the couch sipping tepid coffee with my feet wrapped in a blanket.
I made a new to-do list this morning when I woke up.
First order of business?
Jake was home with me until 10 this morning, and his snow day request was some coffee cake. Why not add it to the lazy morning list?
Check. While the smell of cinnamon and butterscotch pudding permeated from my oven, I situated myself on the couch for one of my favorite things to do with a cup of coffee in hand.
That takes me until now. The house is quiet and Ginny is on her perch by the window. The television is off and I think it's going to stay that way for the remainder of the day. The snow is a smooth blanket on the ground outside and I am content to laze about the day from the warmth of my house inside.