My key clip broke this morning. It was bound to, I used this thing for the past 5 years. Just all of sudden. Once so helpful, now useless. Usage in general was bound to break it down sometime.
I could not for the world get tickets to this basketball game tonight. Well, I tried.
This guy at lunch jumped in front of me at the salad bar and took 5 years to get some carrots. I almost fell over from my fit of laughter.
I went to a surprise bday party that I was not invited to nor knew about until I got to the place. I should crash more often. (I want to give a shout out to those that let me. Thanks!)
Inevitably, this brain of mine went into overdrive.
Basically I'm getting at one of those stop-and-smell-the-roses kind of deals. Today I was reminded to do it more rigorously than I've done before. Smelling birthday cakes is now another option.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
journies
Ecclesiastes 3:11-He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.
2 Corinthians 12:9-But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses so that Christ's power may rest on me.
1 Corinthians 15:55-O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
Cville. Richmond. Ptown. The Eastern Shore. DC. Bmore. The whole state of Delaware. Philly. The Jersey Turnpike. NYC.
All up and down the Eastern seaboard and a better part of VA spending countless hours in travel, layover, and pensive thought. This past month has been a series of a variety of emotional marathons turned roller coaster that seem to never end.
Winter Break this year began with me being snowed in Cville. Seeing Cville covered in a blanket of white and it glistening in the lights of the evening was mind-blowingly beautiful. The daytime scene looked straight up like Narnia under the White Witch's spell. Minus the talking animals and add in some snowed over cars. And of course, playing in the snow and trudging through it was fun.
Shoveling it and it turning to ice was not. The very reason why me and some others were trapped in Cville. With that, cabin fever was not too far off. Where were those talking animals when I needed them??? 4 days I spent moving snow and ice (shout out to those that helped!) and waiting for this snow to melt to go home. Even now when I see remnants of this ice from a month ago, I kick it out of spite. The White Witch almost won because I just barely made it out of Cville before Christmas. I think she did.
Just as I arrived home, it was go time again. NYC. Not for pleasure this time. A much more serious matter, and the end result has been shifting and turning in my mind, on and off since.
A beloved relative of mine was in and out of the hospital during this time. We all knew time was not on their side, so we were anticipating the worse at any time. These times were the best of times and worst of times. I had seen family I had not seen in years and at the same time seen some of the most sorrowful and horrifying moments one can experience.
Waiting, worrying, wondering, and wandering around. Frantic calls, tearful calls, and joyful calls. Laughing, reminiscing, eating, praying, crying, and accepting.
Ironically, this is the very same hospital my family and I spent countless hours in was the place me and my brother were born in as well as all the injured of 9/11.
I left NY a little bit before New Year's. I had to head back to Cville for J-Term. Right before class started, I got the call. I had to head back soon.
Every emotion that could be experienced, I felt at the funeral. Grief. Jealousy. Anger. Joy. I still can't explain why. I was hoping this whole thing would give me closure. I couldn't even go to the wake, daggone transportation issues. Off again to Cville, back to processing everything and think about life some more while I head back to normalcy. Maybe.
I was once told to cry every tear I could and once I could cry no more it was then that I could move on. I tried making myself cry, it worked. Sort of. I tried laughing, it worked. Sort of. Then I went back to the old school, I played me some hymns. Ohhh, how He moved me.
Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our every weakness; Take it to the Lord in prayer.
I had long forgotten, these things take time. I should have known, this isn't the first time.
"Death, we meet again."
But this time I know. I know somebody who will share my sorrows and IS going to carry me home.
"Where is your victory?"
2 Corinthians 12:9-But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses so that Christ's power may rest on me.
1 Corinthians 15:55-O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
Cville. Richmond. Ptown. The Eastern Shore. DC. Bmore. The whole state of Delaware. Philly. The Jersey Turnpike. NYC.
All up and down the Eastern seaboard and a better part of VA spending countless hours in travel, layover, and pensive thought. This past month has been a series of a variety of emotional marathons turned roller coaster that seem to never end.
Winter Break this year began with me being snowed in Cville. Seeing Cville covered in a blanket of white and it glistening in the lights of the evening was mind-blowingly beautiful. The daytime scene looked straight up like Narnia under the White Witch's spell. Minus the talking animals and add in some snowed over cars. And of course, playing in the snow and trudging through it was fun.
Shoveling it and it turning to ice was not. The very reason why me and some others were trapped in Cville. With that, cabin fever was not too far off. Where were those talking animals when I needed them??? 4 days I spent moving snow and ice (shout out to those that helped!) and waiting for this snow to melt to go home. Even now when I see remnants of this ice from a month ago, I kick it out of spite. The White Witch almost won because I just barely made it out of Cville before Christmas. I think she did.
Just as I arrived home, it was go time again. NYC. Not for pleasure this time. A much more serious matter, and the end result has been shifting and turning in my mind, on and off since.
A beloved relative of mine was in and out of the hospital during this time. We all knew time was not on their side, so we were anticipating the worse at any time. These times were the best of times and worst of times. I had seen family I had not seen in years and at the same time seen some of the most sorrowful and horrifying moments one can experience.
Waiting, worrying, wondering, and wandering around. Frantic calls, tearful calls, and joyful calls. Laughing, reminiscing, eating, praying, crying, and accepting.
Ironically, this is the very same hospital my family and I spent countless hours in was the place me and my brother were born in as well as all the injured of 9/11.
I left NY a little bit before New Year's. I had to head back to Cville for J-Term. Right before class started, I got the call. I had to head back soon.
Every emotion that could be experienced, I felt at the funeral. Grief. Jealousy. Anger. Joy. I still can't explain why. I was hoping this whole thing would give me closure. I couldn't even go to the wake, daggone transportation issues. Off again to Cville, back to processing everything and think about life some more while I head back to normalcy. Maybe.
I was once told to cry every tear I could and once I could cry no more it was then that I could move on. I tried making myself cry, it worked. Sort of. I tried laughing, it worked. Sort of. Then I went back to the old school, I played me some hymns. Ohhh, how He moved me.
Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our every weakness; Take it to the Lord in prayer.
I had long forgotten, these things take time. I should have known, this isn't the first time.
"Death, we meet again."
But this time I know. I know somebody who will share my sorrows and IS going to carry me home.
"Where is your victory?"
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