Friday, May 22, 2009

happy hour is 2-4.

Last week, the unthinkable happened at the house. I was out of diet coke for 3 DAYS. I know. Instead of being a grown up and going to the store, I just started hitting Sonic for a Route 44 Diet Coke easy ice on my way to and from various places, hence the title. Half price drinks at Sonic from 2-4! GENIUS. My favorite part was when Mom and I hit CVS to get some of her prescriptions and figured we'd just pick up some diet coke there. Um, there wasn't a single diet coke in the entire store. No 12-packs. No 2-Liters. No 16oz bottles in the cold box. It was BIZARRE. So I went to Sonic. I mean, it was raining, and I'm a delicate flower.

In other news, well, there's not much other news. Tonight I'm going to a hockey game with my cousin Hayley. I have pretty much no holiday plans. Next weekend I'm getting my Hill Country on with a Saturday float of the Guadalupe River in New Braunfels/Gruene for Whitifer's birthday and then finishing the weekend out in Burnet with Ross for his birthday. That means I have to miss my sweet niece Natalie's dance recital, but I think she'll survive, contrary to my mean brother's words yesterday. The first weekend in June, I'm headed up to the Big D. Bunny and Silver Fox are closing on their new house on the 5th, and Jen's baby shower is on the 6th. There will be some good times with Liz and the Saucer, too, because that's the kind of girls we are.

Because I feel like I need to include it...
It's been about a month and I still haven't seen divorce papers. I don't know how I feel anymore. I have these moments where the memories and subsequent feelings roll like a slide show across my heart and it hurts so bad that I can't stop crying. Sometimes I just don't really feel anything. And still other times, I'm just mad and over the whole thing. I know for certain that I am better than I thought I would be, blessed by my friends, and strengthened by my Lord.

Friday, May 15, 2009

you can mail that?!

Today, I went to go collect my mom from the hospital. Again. When we got home, I had to wait to pull into the driveway because the mail lady was getting something out of the back of the van, and it would have been rude to just run her down. She pulled a large red object out, and I came thisclose to peeing my pants. My friend Christina is AMAZING. Seriously. I honestly don't know how I lived before I had her in my life. She made me the most perfect gift!

Obviously, she put a lot of effort into it. It's super meaningful yet very simple and extremely effective. The ball really is a ball of joy. It's COVERED in scriptures! I want everyone else to be blessed, so here they are:

"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds" Psalm 147:3

"You turned my wailing into dancing, You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy that my heart may sing to You and not be silent. O Lord my God I will give thanks forever." Psalm 30:11-12

"He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy." Job 8:21

"The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." Psalm 34:18

"Splendor and majesty are before Him; strength and joy in His dwelling place." I Chronicles 16:27

"Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning." Psalm 30:5

"Let all who take refuge in You be glad, let them ever sing for joy. Spread Your protection over them, that those who love Your Name may rejoice in You." Psalm 5:11

"You will show me the path of life; in Your presence is a fullness of joy..." Psalm 16:11

"He restores my soul; He leads me to the paths of righteousness for His name's sake." Psalm 23:3

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in Him, and I am helped. At His tabernacle will I sacrifice with shouts of joy..." Psalm 27:6

Seriously, Christina. THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH. The timing was perfect, you are such a wonderful friend, and I am so blessed by you! Love you!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

tidings of comfort and joy

Giggle away, kids. We all know I love Christmas music. Moving right along.

I've been working a few days here and there as a nanny. I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but I REALLY like kids. I spent 2 days last week with these 2 precious cuties:

I learned what it's like to have twins! A (the brunette cutie) is 18 months old and K (the blond sweetie) is 21 months old. It's twice the adorable and twice the crazy. Either it was just fun or God is foreshadowing things to come... let's pray over that, shall we?

In addition to finding so much happiness (joy, you could say) in spending time with little ones, I've also been getting SO MUCH out of the current sermon series. We're spending the majority of 2009 doing an intensive study on Genesis. Friends, the lives of people 4000 years ago have so much in common with ours! Oh sure, we have indoor plumbing and diet coke, but the emotions and dreams are the same. While walking through my current valley, I have been uplifted, encouraged, and generally comforted in ways I never could have imagined by the lives of Abraham and Sarah.

Abraham is the father of the big 3 religions: Christianity, Judaism, and Islam. He was not perfect. He did not always follow God's instructions. But he always loved the Lord. It is so comforting to see that he was blessed and rewarded exponentially by a good and faithful God. It is a reminder to all of us that God will never expect us to be perfect, and that He will still bless us and never leave us.

A few weeks ago, the topic was the birth of Isaac. Now, this event has been touched upon in several other sermons, because it was a HUGE part of God's promise to Abraham and Sarah. When my marriage fell apart, one of the things I had to mourn was the very real possibility that I will never have children of my own. My doctors have been telling me since I was 19 that I'm so high risk and when I turn 30, that risk triples so its best to have them in my 20's. Well, I'm halfway to 28 and going through a divorce. That does not bode well for having babies. I completely understand the pain Sarah must have felt. Literally, a DECADE went by with no child. She became desperate, made some bad choices, and paid the price. But then God was FAITHFUL and blessed her with a baby, when she was in her 90's. Sarah lived to be 127 years old, by the way. The point is, she was well past the age when she could have children. Menopause had come and gone. But God can do anything. And so I believe it's the same for me. I no longer feel that I'm lacking in some way, that I'm "less of a woman" the way I've felt for the past 2 years when we had tried to get pregnant and didn't, then when I miscarried. Those situations were my Hagar. I'll get my Isaac eventually.

I've been extremely blessed by a handful of the friends in my life these past 3 weeks. Y'all have lifted me up and meant more to me than you realize. I have not collapsed, and I am, in fact, ready for what's next. Let's go to Canaan, okay?

Thursday, May 7, 2009

the kindness of strangers

I went to the doctor today because the antibiotics I took for the gift of strep I received from my beautiful amazing wonderful sister in law are long gone and my sore throat isn't. Here are a few phrases that were particularly meaningful for me during that visit. "I'd like to check you for mono." WHAT? Grown ups DO NOT get mono, dude. You're ridiculous. Then he looked in my throat. Here's what I heard: "Pustules." That is DISGUSTING. Well, it did rule out mono. Apparently, the antibiotics didn't kill all the strep, that there were some patches of a strain resistant to amoxicillian. He didn't say I was contagious, and I told him I'd been around lots of kiddos (so if that includes your children, keep reading!), and he said they were fine and wrote me a prescription for a different antibiotic to finish the job. (Is it Mortal Combat or Street Fighter where that crazy voice goes, "FINISH HIM!!!"? Insert that here.) Then he looked in my ears. Here's my favorite part of that: "Wow, you had a lot of ear infections as a kid, didn't you?" I'm just upset that Sun Meeeeeee didn't mention my earhole scar tissue when she looked in my ears last summer. He informed me that I have a lot of fluid behind my right ear which means I'm about to have a sinus infection. He hooked me up with some drug samples for that.

Now for the title of the post. Tonight I dragged myself to HEB with Mom because, well, we were out of Diet Coke and life's just not really worth living when we're out of Diet Coke. Let's be honest here. Well, I am, in fact, a genius this week. (Saturday night, I locked my keys in the ignition at Taco Bell. Monday I left them on the lid of my trunk over night.) Tonight, I added to the list leaving my cell phone in the tray of the basket at HEB. FORTUNATELY, God is good and there are still truly good people in the world. I hadn't even noticed that I'd left it when the phone rang at the house. The man who found it scrolled through my contacts and called "Mom and Dad" to find out how to get it back to me. He told me that he'd lost his phone one time and someone had done that for him. How freaking cool is that?!

All in all, I'd say life could be worse right about now.