Sunday, March 30, 2014

i am good at updates

my son is getting so big. yesterday we had a great day out and he wanted to spend three hours in field and stream. he settled for about 45 minutes of playing in tents and pointing at the taxidermied animals.

he was loving eating salsa off of the chips at our mexican dinner - and i kept wondering why it wasn't hot to him. then it WAS hot to him and i felt so bad because i'd been giving him salsa... but he DID want it.

um, we have a place to rent. you can see it on facebook (my husband tagged me in some pictures) and it's just beautiful. it's an ancient victorian house and is so classy, but has updated electric and also central heat and air. it's perfect. i can't wait to be in there, hopefully within a month or so. i'm looking forward to putting lincoln in bed, then opening the front windows so we can hear the record player while we enjoy a beer or glass of wine on the huge front porch. i'm looking forward to getting a grill and making grill packets for dinner. i'm looking forward to being back in our own bed (until we buy a king size!).

speaking of awesome house, we will sleep on the first floor and lincoln will sleep on the second floor. we've never been so far from him - we're usually in the room right next door - and the current hand-me-down baby monitor only picks up his white noise machine. we can't hear him if he made noise. so, we bought a fancy-pants new video monitor. it's awesome to sit there as he's waking up and see what he's doing.

speaking of sleeping, lincoln slept for 13+ hours last night. can you say growth spurt?

speaking of growth spurt... just kidding. i don't have anything on that subject.


Tuesday, March 18, 2014

i am settling

today we pretty much finalized our taxes, and also started talking to a realtor.

i'm starting to feel like life is moving, like we're where we are supposed to be. i knew for a long time before we came here that we were supposed to come - for so many reasons, some of which i've discussed here. for the first few months, though, it was hard.

i moved from a big metropolitan area to the country.
i went from working full-time to staying home for a while.
i left flip-flops in december and gained a new winter wardrobe.

but now that i'm working, used to seeing deer cross the road, and love wearing tights with my skirts, i'm feeling settled. things are going as they should, and it looks good from here.


Monday, March 17, 2014

i am not generally discerning

i was not blessed with the gift of discernment.

hospitality? check.
understanding and enforcing rules? got it.
providing sarcastic responses? can do.

discerning between what's theologically sound and what just hits me in the feels? pass.

my husband is great at it. he corrects me and leads me well in this area. but it's tended to be something i struggle with.

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i work near the pennsylvania / ohio border. so on the way home from work, i pick up a station from cleveland on my car radio, and it's basically npr for christians. for real. it's entertaining and brings up legal issues across the country and situations that christians should be made aware of, so we don't just live under a rock and think life is hunky-dory for us if we simply pray and read the bible.

they talk about the issues. the way that christianity is struggling. how people are being martyred overseas, and that the US is not immune to these things.

there was a debate going on about how certain people groups are appearing to have more political "rights" than christians do, and how we have to fight for our political rights as christians.

as i started listening to it, i was getting passionate as well.

YES!
we have to FIGHT!
how dare you put a people group above mine.
i read the bible.

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then something happened.

i realized how foolish it is to fight for something we don't deserve at all. that as christians, we aren't promised safety just because we live in the good ol' US of A. we aren't promised anything. we have to fight, yes, but not against our politicians for no good reason. we have a fight against the enemy, and he's so much bigger than a congressman.

sure. the devil can work through people, and politicians are one of those options for him. however, he can just as easily work through your neighbor, or the cashier at the grocery store, or the person who cuts your hair. all of those people have influence on others, they interact with others, and the devil is fighting to win over... that's right... others.

so why aren't we fighting?

why aren't we reaching out for others as much as our enemy is?
why aren't we living as jesus did, instead of signing petitions or liking facebook photos to show our affiliation?
why aren't we baking cakes and taking photos and making bouquets for others?

want people to know you're a christian? don't tell them. show them.

bake the cake. love them. and pray for them to know jesus.

Monday, March 3, 2014

i am not a country girl

i love the city. i love the sounds and the smells and the excitement.

when chris and i moved here, the plan was to stay with my parents for a few months, then move into the city. sure, the property taxes are higher. sure, there is a lot more traffic. but we're city people. we've taken an hour and a half to drive nine miles home from work. we've gone to sleep with the sounds of sirens headed past our windows. we know what it's like to have to triple-check if you locked the door. we've lived below neighbors, and on top of friends.

then we moved in with my parents.

and it's so quiet.

there are sunrises and sunsets that will blow you away. there's a special kind of calm that comes from being miles away from stores. there's local meat markets and farmer stands with fresh produce. there's the feeling that you know the people who live in your neighborhood. and it's okay to leave your door unlocked.

so as we start to look for a house in the next couple of months, we're not looking in pittsburgh. we're looking right here, in the country. down the road from my parents. close to our church family and our work. close to community and people who look out for you and friday night fish fries and neighborhood bonfires. far from sirens and heat and things to do and hustle and bustle.

my son will go to the same high school that my mom did. is that weird? i think there's something special about that.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

i am not sentimental

i was driving to the city the other day, on a road i've driven on many times before.

most recently, i took this road from my granny's house to school.
that was ten years ago.

but this time, as i passed the place that we buy baskets of fresh corn in the summer, and the bend in the road just before that pretty church, my mind was not remembering the years of driving to school.

no, my memory was taking me back farther than that.

i was transported to a time, maybe 24 years ago, when we would take that same road to go to baseball games. we only did this a handful of times, but i remembered it so vividly. i remembered that straight downhill section, and that there had been a semi-truck coming up from the bottom towards us. i remembered that the parking lot to the swimming pool had been full. i even remembered it in reverse, when we came home and i pretended to be asleep so my dad would carry me into bed.

i wonder why the world works that way? why i so clearly remembered memories from a quarter decade ago, but not much more recent trips down that same road?