warm things

I’m trying to think warm thoughts, as this weather is only making my toes into little icicles. Not warm thoughts like fuzzy cliches, but warm thoughts like happy thoughts, things that make me forget about being cold. Today I watched “Eat Pray Love.” It was a very enjoyable movie with some quotable lines and a lot of truth mixed in with a bunch of different worldviews.

Liz (main character): “I’m sick of people telling me that I need a man.”
Her friend replies: “You don’t need a man, Liz. You need a champion.”

To me, the significant thing about this interchange is that Liz had not had any single time before this. She was always with some guy or another. But she didn’t need just another guy. She needed a champion. I think that’s awesome encouragement for girls who are still waiting to find their other half. Wait for a champion.

Liz receives this piece of advice (among many) during the movie: “You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control.”

This advice is not coming from the perspective of a Christ-follower, but that doesn’t make it any less true. Personally, I have a tendency to be so focused on my actions I forget to guard my thoughts. A very wise older woman told this to me, “Thoughts are exceedingly important to God.” She quoted to me 2 Corinthians 10:5b, “Take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. ” I have to retrain my brain.

Lastly, some more advice given to Liz: “God is not interested in watching a performance of how a spiritual person looks and behaves.”

So true! This was the downfall of the Israelites–they worshiped God outwardly but inwardly they had turned from Him. How often do we as Christians seek to look “spiritual”? How often is it a performance? For me this was a reminder to live my life for an audience of One.
These serious thoughts aside, I enjoyed “Eat Pray Love” immensely, especially the beginning because of all the fantastic Italian food Liz gets to eat. 😛
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I am thankful for…

Thanksgiving Break! I haven’t actually had a break like this since….I don’t know when. But as it turns out, today was my last day of work for the next 10 days. 🙂 I crammed in as many hours as I could this week and now I am very tired. And reminded that I am thankful for a lot of things.

Today I am thankful for:

1) Totinoes Pizza. Yes, it’s cheap pizza. It’s also only $1.12 at Winco and perfect for two exhausted people on a Friday night.

2) Laser pointers. Think Baldue plus Sarah plus laser pointer. Bwhaha.

3) Heat. It is very cold tonight even after some amazing hot chocolate.

4) Yahtzee. A game where I can come sort of close to beating Carson. Unlike Scrabble. After Carson got a bingo five moves into the game, I folded. Never playing that game with him again. Needlers? Really? He’s been playing too much Halo.

Baldue

I had a clever post lined out for today, but as it turns out, I had a bad reaction to yesterday’s flu shot and basically spent the majority of today sleeping. Yuck. So…since I’m not feeling very clever, the clever post will have to wait.

As you probably know if you are reading this, my husband and I have a cat. While we were dating, after I adamantly refused to welcome any cats into our apartment, my husband (then fiancé) suddenly begged me to reconsider. In a moment of nostalgia while showering one morning, he realized that his cat was getting older and felt he did not want her to spend her last days without him. In a moment of weakness and sympathy, I acquiesced (I was also under the impression that she was practically at death’s door). On one condition. I never wanted to scoop the litter and be responsible for feeding her. To my dear hubby’s credit, he has been true to his word on that count. However, Baldue the cat (cleverly named by Carson’s dad) shows no signs of aging and Clews’ cats tend to live way past their expiration.

I never grew up around cats, much less even held a kitten, so cats are a completely foreign field for me. Baldue received her name from Carson’s dad, a shortened form of “Balance Due.” Baldue is not just any cat, she also happens to have bipolar tendencies. One minute she’s happily purring and the next she has drawn blood from your arm. I have learned a lot about cats since living with Baldue.

They have a very low tolerance for wearing anything. Like a scarf. Now a dog would put up with that. They can be trained, but they regress more quickly than dogs. Baldue also likes to shred things. Like bread. Or bagels. This was a very unpleasant discovery about 2 months into our marriage. Baldue fascinates (and infuriates) me, especially lately.

She thinks that I turn on the space heater for her personal benefit.

We also just got our Christmas tree up and decorated. Isn’t it lovely? I think there’s nothing quite so cozy as a Christmas tree.

Baldue on the other hand, thinks Christmas trees are delicious. I’m not sure what goes through her head, something like, “Skip breakfast! This Christmas tree tastes awesome!”

So, her new favorite pastime is chewing on the tree. The funny thing is, it’s a fake tree, so she’s really chewing on plastic. I never said she was smart.

run run run stop

Sometimes I feel like the Energizer bunny. Going and going and going and going. But then suddenly my battery runs out. I stop. I cry. I whine. I grump. Sometimes I totally fall apart. Our lives are so full.

While I don’t believe in being lazy, I do believe in taking time to be still. Yesterday I did not do that. I got lots of stuff done in the morning, went to work, came back briefly, got dinner going, ran back to work, got off, finished dinner and basically fell apart.

Talking to friends who have been to places like Africa, one of the things they’ve mentioned is how differently time feels there. It moves much more slowly. I think we need a little more of that in our lives. A time when we’re not always rushing onto the next thing.

Right now I’m sitting my living room and I have an unexpected afternoon to myself. It’s very quiet. I feel like something’s wrong. I could be doing something—put on some loud music and do some cleaning. But my soul needs some calm.

 

A moment to thank God for a new day.

 

A moment to hear nothing but my own breathing.

 

A moment to read part of a book.

 

A moment to sip a cup of tea.

 

And today, a moment to think of those who have died for our country and those who continue to serve, who give us the safety to even have a peaceful moment.