Feeble knees

Ever have a morning where you feel that perhaps the only thing you could accomplish today is getting out of bed? Today was such a morning for me. Undue amounts of stress have incited a flood of bad dreams, one pair of very stiff shoulders, an immune system vacillating on the verge of a full blown cold, and a generally very stiff and uncooperative body. But I did finally get out of bed. Sometimes it’s not because I’ve actually gotten enough sleep but because I need to escape a bad dream. Thankfully, the next couple of days will hopefully be a time where I can “re-center” and be focusing on the Christ’s birth.

I sat on my couch today with a cup of chamomile tea, trying to get my shoulders to uncoil from their vicious, curled up state. My joints hurt, I have a headache (not a great way to start a day), and I thought of this verse.

Hebrews 12:12, “Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. Make level paths for your feet, so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed.”

When I am fighting my earthly body to try and get on with my day, it’s easy to feel like there are a million obstacles in my path.


Make level paths.

I thought this verse seemed appropriate especially since Christmas is this week.

Psalm 31:24, “Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the LORD.”


Post Office Ponderings

I wanted to call this post “Unsavory Samplings in Salem,” mostly because of the alliteration, but I decided it sounded too pretentious and too much like I’d eaten some bad chocolate.

I had the opportunity to listen in (i.e. eavesdrop) on a conversation today in my local post office. My husband and I live about a one minute drive from the Mail Depot, our local, small town post office. It is family owned and they are actually in the middle of a remodel. Because I’m selling books online and I like to buy stamps one at a time, I think the lady there is probably very tired of seeing me twice a week. But I digress.

The line wasn’t as awful as one might expect for the weekend before Christmas and I stepped right up and the line got very long behind me. I hadn’t turned around, but I knew by the voices that a man and a woman were behind me, just having a random conversation. I wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention, just looking around at the random Christmas gifty items about the store.

The woman behind me didn’t seem to have any interest in having a private conversation, as her voice was relatively loud and animated. Her conversation had started off harmlessly enough as she talked about buying shoes on sale. I didn’t really start listening until she started complaining,

“They don’t take debit cards here? Well! Good thing I have cash. You’d think they would put a sign outside the door so you would be warned.”

I almost laughed. There is a sign. Right on the door. In plain view.

She continued, “Well that’s stupid! A debit card is just like a check—or better.”

The store owner told me one day the reason they don’t take cards is because the post office would have to pay a fee every time. Not like a check.

Then this lovely lady proceeded to complain about everything in sight. About how it cost more to ship something than the actual gift cost. About how long the line was. I’m thinking, “You ain’t seen nothing yet lady.” About how slow the line was moving.

“If people don’t have their packages ready, they [the workers] should make them get out of line.”

This really bothered me. The person she appeared to be referring to was definitely in earshot and was also a slow-moving gentleman who could have been someone’s grandpa. If you’re like me at all, the post office can be a confusing place to navigate. Not only that, but the workers had asked a couple people to step to the side already. I don’t think anything short of sending the “offenders” to the back of the line would have made this lady happy. This lady went on and on, pointing out every person who didn’t have their packages completely ready.

By the time it was my turn to step up to the counter, I wanted to get as far away as possible from that lady’s merciless complaining.

The words that come to mind are “thoughtlessly unkind.” It made me wonder too, how many times have I been lost in my own little world, discussing something with a friend, and careless to how it might sound to someone else?



hurricane in December

There isn’t a literal hurricane here, but it seemed fitting for today. I actually packed around my umbrella all morning to try and stay dry, and normally I’m a die hard about that and an umbrella seems like too much fuss. It also seems like the days are 180% full this month and I feel like I got hit by a hurricane. I heard this song on Pandora radio yesterday, and it seemed so fitting.

“Hurricane” by Jimmy Needham


Christmas cheer (sugar)

Well, I guess sugar isn’t the only form of Christmas cheer. But it doesn’t hurt. Sometimes I think the hardest weather to cope with is the ominous drizzle. Anytime you go anywhere you get soaked and it’s so cold you are perpetually wet and cold. Today’s drizzle inspired me to make some zucchini bread. It baked beautifully; unfortunately I’m having trouble extricating it from the loaf pans. 😦 Since it is the first of the month, I am also planning my grocery list for the month and watching others bake is getting me excited. A friend shared some Russian tea cakes with me the other day. Delicious! Definitely on my list to make. Homemade caramels? Yes, please. Sugar cookies with sprinkles? Mmmm.

What’s your favorite holiday treat?

something lovely

When it’s abominably cold and blustery outside, there’s not much I can motivate myself to do. But surfing the web? That I can do, while curled up on the couch with a hot pack and a cup of chamomile tea. I did some Etsy browsing today and came across these lovely things.

This clever piece of wall art by DashingEct. There’s something quirky and fresh about it.

This necklace by RachelleD stopped me in my tracks. The teal beads are particularly stunning. This is the kind of thing I would work an entire outfit around.

I have a particular fondness for soy candles and I think they also smell better in general. This one is honeysuckle jasmine, made by homemadesoy.

I’m feeling more motivated already.