'Twas a week of gray skies, and all through Falls Church, not an elisa was happy about it, not even a lurch.
And I in my old uggs and china in her boots
had resigned to a life of rain-drenched cahoots.
that’s all I got folks.
The clouds refused to be consoled this week. They just kept on weeping with periodic grumblings of thunder, as if they were not being comforted to their specifications. But they were just being stubborn. Much like my attitude this week, which wanted to stay in sync with the sky and hide the light that is always behind it all. I am a pouter (just ask my mom-I have been since birth). I am an over-thinking introvert who likes to meet trouble half way. If there isn’t anything immediately amiss, I’ll create a whole truck-load of possible distressing situations that could be.
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| flower petal-strewn bench on a rainy day |
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| pink and gray do look nice together |
But just like that, today the clouds opened and out poured the golden beams of grace that reminded me of the goodness of life and the world and the Love that is always there, beckoning me to “Be still, and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10).
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| grace |
I was reminded of the fact that without the rain, the green and the flowers and the shadows would not be possible. And homeslice (me) loves her some shadows. Life, too, is a combo of darkness and light. the exact make-up of a shadow. So God knows what He is doing is the moral of life story.
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| felicitous fall flowers |
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the shadows of life
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Seeing that first little patch of blue was like the surge of endorphins that you get around that third mile of a legit run. It was a balm for a soaking wet heart, and it whispered “all is well, I was here all along and I am with you always”. I was just about to go pick out bonnie’s replacement, and it was all I needed to pump pump pump me up.
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| first blue patch |
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| lots of other blue patches followed shortly thereafter |
My pops did some excellent craigslist recon, and Bubba, being the bees knees of brothers, came with me and we took dad’s finding for a spin. It reek(s)ed to high heavens because the rain prevented them from airing her out after a bath. So it smelled, as bubba aptly put it “like old feet” or aged humidity if you will. Disirregardless, we took it to an off the road car repair place where a guy with hard work written all over his car-greased hands, took a look under the hood and gave us an assessment of this beauty for free.99.
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| hundred dollar bills y'all |
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| you see me rollin' |
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| getting the scoop |
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| i just the like the combo of bubba and garage people |
30 minutes, and a haggling scene between a bubba and a thickly accented car selling dude later, and I was the proud owner of a new baby, and a new attitude thrown into the deal.
The blue skies started it, and the keys to a pearly white 2003 corolla sealed the deal.
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| i'm obsessed with the slits of blue sky |
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| me and my new ride |
I listened to that song “dare you to move”, by switchfoot (come on girls, a walk to remember, don’t hate.) on my bumping new car stereo system, and the line “dare you to move like today never happened before” really struck me. It was so simple and so switchfoot, but it was true. Every moment is new. Every moment never happened before and I am going to try my darndest to allow myself to move forward, if I dare, though it feels as though I have been so stagnant for a long time. I think getting the new car helped me feel that in a more tangible way. A new car, a new job coming round the corner, a new state: life is ever-changing and so am I. Thank the Lord. And thanks be, God never changes.
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| i want to eat that cloud |
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I had such a good time with bubba this evening, and he taught me a great deal by his reaction to me spilling my water, and his computer being in the splash zone. It is not looking good for his computer, but he reacted with complete patience and such a beautiful calm. I want to be like him.
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| pre-doom enjoying coffee and dunkable coffee treats |
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| this is how bubs and i do dessert straight up |
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| our beautiful Blessed Mother |
I cannot leave off this post without wishing Our Blessed Mother a happy birthday. Yesterday was the Feast of her Nativity, and it is such a wonderful day. It is a birthday to be celebrated for all time and it is pure joy for all generations who call her blessed. I had that sparkly feast day feeling, albeit a little dampened by the rain, but I carried on with a fresh biscotti, soup and beer to celebrate her birth.
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| Mystical Rose |
I also delighted in thinking about my confirmation saint, St. Anne, Mary’s mother. This was the most special day for her. To think of her cradling little baby Mary in her arms- that is beauty that cannot be comprehended by my little brain. Anne glowing with the radiance that only a new momma exudes as she gazed on her perfect, pink, newborn baby girl: that, my friends, is a sight I hope one day to see. Happy, happy birthday, Mother. Thank you for your Fiat.
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| St. Anne with her little girl |
It is the weekend. I went to Michael’s and Joann’s and got a starburst of creative inspiration and energy. It took a heck of a lot of grace for me not to spend a LOT of dollars at those stores. I am that primo sucker target consumer who sees a painted rolling pin that you hang on your wall for fall flair and knows that it was meant for her kitchen and her kitchen alone. And don’t even get me started on the Christmas business that was brewing in a few aisles. I cannot wait to use my candy corn ribbon (listen, it was on sale, don’t judge). And my biscotti jar is looking real snazzy with its’ new furbuloughs (marilla says that in anne of green gables and I love it).
Happy weekend. I dare you to move. Peace and love in Christ.
p.s. the hymn to evening prayer in the magnificat was a leetle too perfect if you ask me:
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green pastures are before me,
which yet i have not seen;
bright skies will soon be o'er me,
where the dark clouds have been
my hope i cannot measure,
the path to life is free;
my Savior has my treasure,
and He will walk with me |
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