Weird, I know, but you have to have one of these every once in a while right? I was walking back to my car and thinking about how I used my fingernails that day. Think about how badly our fingers would hurt all the time if we didn't have something as simple as fingernails to scrape, push, guard, and cushion. We would constantly be feeling our bones pushing on the tender tips of our fingers. Strange, yes, but I am grateful for my fingernails.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Thursday, March 6, 2014
So I got a new job right? Well, I was hired to run a laser cutter to engrave trophies. In order to integrate myself to the office and the process of things I have started with the polishing and assembling of trophies. The more I think about it, the more I think trophies are kind of pointless. I have gotten a certain number of ribbons and trophies in my life and they are sitting in a box getting dusty. The more I think about it though, the more I am grateful that something of that nature exists. I think it could be done a little more...how could I say...usefully? Isn't it wonderful to have a little trinket or something to remind you of a good experience or time in your life? I have a good friend who would always say: "take a picture to remember this moment." Great philosophy.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Head down, hands full. I shuffle over the damp asphalt dodging the puddles and glancing back and forth for cars that might drive too close to the sidewalk. I tuck my portfolio a little tighter under my arm and shuffle faster. The contents of the case feels more precious to me than almost anything else at this moment. I get lost in thought as I imagine another student with head down bumping into me, sending the precious pages of my portfolio into the rainwater surrounding me. finally arriving at the car I heave a deep sigh and sit. I want to stay here. I want to sit and listen to the rain play a gentle melody on my windshield as I drift off to sleep. In my rearview mirror I can see a car idling, waiting for my parking spot. I sigh. There seems to be no rest. It is just as well though, I have to get to work anyways. Work drags on. I want to be present, involved, and energetic...but sometimes I feel as though I am just putting on the face, while inside all I want to do is sit alone for a moment. I wonder where these feelings come from. Perhaps a lack of sleep has gotten me to a state of some kind of mild delirium. I sigh as the clock ticks away. It is only 7:00 and I feel as though I will collapse at any moment. There are still things to be done. Clothes to fold, boxes to unpack, and Dracula is sitting next to me, the bookmark in the middle of a chapter. Sigh. I am grateful for the hope that tomorrow might be different. I am grateful for the chance I have to maybe look at something outside myself; to change my attitude, adjust my paradigm, and see the world in a new light. Maybe tomorrow will be different.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Yesterday I was thinking about some people that I haven't seen in a while and I made a kind of sub-conscious commitment to get back in touch with them. Sad, but one of these people is my cousin. How I have gone this long not seeing or talking to him is beyond me. The other happens to be a good High School friend by the name of Devin Flory. When we both left on our separate missions we knew it would be a good four years before we would see each other again. After those four years we met up long enough for me to meet his wife and that was just about it. Today I called him. Best thing I have done in a while. We just talked about life, things that we were planning, things that we were hoping. I had forgotten how long it had been and somehow it was as easy as it had ever been to talk to him. Great guy that I hope I can somehow keep in contact with throughout the rest of my life even though it is practically guaranteed that we will live very far away from each other for the majority of our lives, I am so grateful that I was able to get back in contact with him.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
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| Though this is only half of the kids, I think I have a super awesome family. |
1.) Cooking everyone breakfast so we would be on time to church and everyone would wake up to the smell of german pancakes, amish oatmeal, or hash browns.
2.) Doing her personal scripture study. Sometimes I felt bad interrupting this time because my Mom had little to no time to herself which is why she was up so early these Sunday mornings. I was never shooed away or told to entertain myself while she finished her study. Generally we would just sit an talk about Jesus Christ, church, life, or just about anything that came up until my Mom would look at her watch and give a little gasp.
"Go wake up your siblings, we are going to be late to church."
To this day I remember how she sacrificed her time and study to give me attention. I am so grateful for my mother.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
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We are moved in! let me just tell you about our night. We are sitting in the basement and we had just been talking about how we would want to replace the rug at some point because it was old and kind of dark. We wanted something a little bit lighter to brighten up the room. Our wonderful new landlords even said that if we found a good deal then they would buy it for the apartment. We were getting really discouraged in our search because we needed a big one (around 7x10) and anything better than what we had was around $300.00. I had looked earlier that day for one on KSL Classifieds but it hadn't looked too promising. We decided to take another look and the first one that popped up was an 8x11 chevron patterned run that already matched our apartment and it had been posted less than an hour before. We called and told them that we wanted it and by the time we got there to look at it she had had three other people call and say that if we didn't want it then they did.
This post is saying that I am grateful for KSL Classifieds, but honest truth, it was God that made this happen. The timing was perfect and I know it wasn't us. I am grateful for KSL, but more than that I am grateful that God works to help us out with things that aren't the most crucial, but are important to us. It just made the perfect end to this long day of moving and helped us feel a little more like we have a home.
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