Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Baby coming...

My cousin is texting me...she's been texting all day...baby coming!  It's so weird to be a woman who has never been pregnant receiving texts from someone who is; and then giving advice to her...God is funny in that he has given me medical knowledge about experiential things I have no experiential knowledge about!

My boss erupted and blew up at me today.  It was strange.  All my co-workers thought it strange.  I almost cried.

My best friend's dad was found dead this morning in his bed.  She's beside herself.  Killed a rosebush to show God how angry she was.  Not the best way to deal with it...but an honest way.  She wanted to kill something He created to show how angry she was that He allowed something He created to die.  Honest and maybe a good way in the sense that it shows she really does believe in Him.

A coworker I diagnosed with cancer 5 weeks ago passed away this week.  Saw her obit in our work newsletter.  Hurts.

Just worked 5 days in a row to cover a co-worker.  Stressed.  But good.

I told my boss to fire me.  I need Honduras.  I need to reorient to God.  I need to prioritize and find peace.  Did I mention I had my interview?  With the mission I hope to join.  Waiting to find out who wants me in August.  And if I can rent to the Navy.  I'm broke.  But God has a plan.  Trusting...

I know the gay marriage thing is a big deal in the media and blogs right now.  But honestly, I don't care.  In the sense that I can't touch or affect that.  What is right is right.  What's wrong is wrong.  God is Lord.  His Will be done.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Connecting dots

After running two races with the word “hill” in them several years ago, I made the wise decision to never run another race with the word “hill.”  Unfortunately this past week I participated in a triathlon without the word “hill” and found that every street we biked or road was either steeply upwards or downwards with changing elevations that rivaled the Appalachian Trail (maybe a slight exaggeration).  Couple that with POURING DOWN RAIN and well...it was not my favorite race ever.  But did we finish it?  YES!  Did we start it?  YES!  Did we whine and cry our entire way through it? YES!

 Rummage sale began this week!  FINALLY got rid of the roll top desk and record console in my living room.  They've been waiting for new homes for eons now (okay maybe one month).  I started with book organizing (that's my job) and already we have more books than space for.  But I love coming together with fellow parishioners and working together to ready this white elephant sale.

I had my interview with the mission I hope to join next year!  Went well...I'll know in August if and where they want me.  God's Will.

I'm about to begin a stretch of working: seven of eight days.  Just need to get through it.  I will survive.  Do I hear a song coming on?

My old dog is getting so so old.  He sleeps all day and all night and then betweens.  He has trouble walking.  Sigh...why does time pass so quickly?

Going to a baseball game this Thursday at Fenway.  Should be fun!  I think.  Well, I hope.  

Father told me today that the desire to go on this mission is a divine inspiration.  He told me even if it doesn't work out that I still get the credit for wanting to go.  I told him that was good, but I'd miss out on all the fun of it.  He just laughed.  But I was serious.  God's Will but I hope this works out!

PS Yes, that's Fatima...15 years or so ago.  God is good!  All the time.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

The Taj

Definitely on a first name basis with the Taj Mahal now….after visiting her in 120 degree heat in the middle of June.  Bee-yoo-ti-full!!  And so romantic: for being a Mausoleum.  I’m pretty sure that we would never see anyone get away with building a wonder of the world to house their dead spouse today.

I love the story:  The Rajah lost his beautiful wife that he loved with all his heart.  She was his third wife and bore him 14 children in the space of 17 years.  Before she died she asked two things of him: to never marry again and to devote himself to their children.  He not only honored her requests but he also constructed the Taj Mahal.  It took 22,000 laborers and 20 years to complete this marble palace inlaid with precious stones.  Donations came in from all over the kingdom and once completed the Rajah came to visit his wife’s tomb weekly.  During this time the third oldest son (of the six children who survived childhood) came to power by killing off his siblings and imprisoning his father.  He locked his father in a room overlooking the Taj Mahal.  Here the poor man sat looking at the mausoleum of his wife for the last 8 years of his life…until he could see no more…and there he died, seeing a reflection of the Taj, as the story goes, in the center of a precious stone.  Then he was buried beside her.

Not looking for the exotic but taking the adventure as each one presents itself.  Got my selfie.  Blessed.  :o)