Some Things I’ve Been Thinking About

Hey y’all! Craig and I have been busy baby makin’ and I just passed my big audit for work (another excellent progress report!) so needless to say I’ve been a bit preoccupied. In other news we got a new car… YAY! Here’s a pic of my beautiful new baby. We really enjoy her and have named her Bindi (yes, that’s Steve Irwin’s daughter’s name). Since she’s an Outback we figured we needed something Australian and Bindi is Aborigine for little girl. Cute.

Also, our first baby, Jethro, has commandeered the guest room bed. He loves to sleep with his head on a pillow (or arm rest, etc.) and evidently the couch is too far away from us at night. This is a new thing he’s doing but he’s simply precious. We love that little dude and can’t imagine our lives without him. I mean, look how precious he is! I can’t get mad at that fluffy guy for wanting a little comfort.

Next up, we bought a new vacuum. My other vacuum finally bit the dust and after quite a lot of research and not wanting to spend a fortune we settled on the Shark Navigator. So far, so good. It really performs well. Jethro likes it (as referenced by the picture below). I mean, just look at that happy face!
In other news, I’ve really been struggling with not commenting on or posting about every little political and/or cultural war happening right now. I’ve definitely posted on facebook a few times too many for some of my friends but it’s hard to keep my mouth shut when I feel so passionate. There are two sides to every story and I feel like some of my “friends” keep speaking from their limited point of view where they cannot possibly understand the whole picture.

Besides that, most of these “friends” call themselves “Christian” and as a Christian I find it hard to stomach their intolerance. From what I have read of the Jesus I follow, He would have been the first to sit down with the “sinner” over dinner and really get to know them and pour LOVE into them. Yet, these very people who claim to be His disciples are those who are the loudest in judgment and hate. It breaks my heart.

So, I will continue to post things I think help open up the debate and help to cross barriers and I will continue to do my best to LOVE my neighbor (John 13:35). That’s all I can really do, eh?

Also, I’ve been thinking a lot about going back to work once this future baby is born. I know that children of working mothers are more successful and I know that as a working mother I will be a better role model for success outside the home, yada yada, but I can’t help but fear the coming day when I drop my child off at day-care and head off to work. My friend, Emily, recently had this discussion with me. She always thought that she’d have no problem going back to work but now that her baby is here in her arms she’s finding it incredibly difficult.

I guess I’ll have to cross that bridge when I get to it. I know that financially we just really cannot afford to have me stay at home. I also know that the benefits I receive through my state employee position are unlike anything I could acquire on my own. I’m praying that something flexible will arise when the time comes and I will feel greater strength in leaving my child with others. Too soon to tell but I will continue to pray about it anyway.

So, to end this random smattering of thoughts on this hump day I leave you with another picture of my boy Jethro when he was outside playing in his pool. I mean, what parent doesn’t shove pictures of their baby in your face every other second? Just wait until we have a human baby… HA! It’s almost the weekend y’all! Chin up!





Happy St. Patrick’s Day y’all!

Are you wearing green today? Evidently green isn’t even the right color. We’re supposed to be wearing blue. Also, in Ireland, for many years, St. Patrick’s Day was a feast day that traditionally shut down the pubs. The American version of St. Patty’s Day is quite different. Well, Americans do a lot of things different so I guess that really isn’t a surprise.

So, anyway, I’m dropping in to send my best wishes and to talk a little bit about luck. Traditionally St. Patrick’s Day has been associated with the four-leaf clover as a symbol of luck. Interesting word, luck, closely intertwined with the word, chance. Luck, by definition, is “the events or circumstances that operate for or against an individual.” Luck is associated with situations beyond your control. Luck is often attributed to either good fortune or bad fortune. Sometimes I consider myself lucky. Sometimes I remember to use a more appropriate word, blessed.

So, what does it mean to be blessed? According to Merriam-Webster, being blessed involves “bringing pleasure, contentment, or good fortune.” So there’s that word again, fortune. Good fortune or bad fortune, we are all fortunate. No matter the circumstances in life there is some aspect of “receiving some unexpected good.” Even when life knocks us down there is something good to be found. Even when life is hard we are still lucky. Even when we feel like life is too difficult there is something for which we can be grateful.

This past weekend we celebrated the life of my late step-father, Norman, by caravan through “the loop” and over to Crescent Lake. Many of his friends and family rode their motorcycles and others rode in their vehicles and the weather was just perfect. It was sunny but not too hot. The breeze was nice and cool and the ride was a lovely tribute to him. Despite our loss we still can consider ourselves lucky. We had a father, husband, brother, uncle, cousin, friend… and shared great memories together. Good stories were shared and I know that’s the way he would have wanted.

Being blessed does not mean that your life is perfect. Rather, being blessed means that you find the fortune in the imperfect. We live in a fallen and sinful world but God’s grace shines blessing down upon us even in our darkest times. The sisters were able to grow closer this past weekend in a way we hadn’t before and for that I am grateful. The blessing we have in each other is not to be overlooked. We are fortunate to grow in relationship and in love.

Life will go on. We will get busy with life again. Time will pass. However, we will always count ourselves fortunate to have the relationships we do because of Norman Walker. The good, the bad, the ups and downs. Together we count ourselves blessed. Today, on this lucky holiday, I will remember just how good we have it and just how fortunate we are.