Don't ya hate it when there is something right in front of a person's face and they don't even see it. They're missing out and they don't even seem aware. They could join the party, relax, relish the moment... but they are too preoccupied with either themselves or some pressing need that really isn't that pressing.
I know we all can fall into these tunnel-vision traps at some point. But I also think that some of us are better able to snap out of them than others.
So what do you do when someone you care for insists on getting bogged down in the unimportant? If I point it out, it just angers them. And in my eyes, they are old enough to know better - so I must admit I have very little hope that they will just "grow out of it."
On the surface, they seem to have it together. But there is a huge piece missing. They are preoccupied with the temporal and have totally lost sight of the eternal.
I believe only the Eternal One can help a cause like this one. And really, with the way things are set up at this point, His hands are even tied to a degree... free will, ya know. I know that God can move powerfully and at times and in ways that we can either anticipate or comprehend... but when that vision is soooo focused.... will they ever really step back to see what is missing?
Or is my vision just soooo focused on their focus that I'm missing something as well?
How's that for a rambley, unspecific, cryptic blog post?
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
One Thing Leads to Another
I was just reading a book to the kids this evening. It was a collection of quite a few old short stories in which one thing leads to another... like The Little Red Hen, Chicken Little, and a few other more obscure ones that few have ever heard of. After I finished reading them, I got to thinkin'... my day was a bit like one of those stories today.
We're hosting Thanksgiving again this year. Our house is a good size for so many folks (15 of us in all this time around) and we have entertainment for so many young kids (Steven's brother's family with their three under the age of three are coming this year).
Well, of course that got me in the mood to clean some stuff out. Especially with young toddlers on their way - must make sure there aren't any blatant choking hazards lying around. I started in our newly finished basement. Filled trash bags worth of stuff out of areas and then got to thinkin.... it sure would be nice to move the computer downstairs, out of our kitchen.
Steven and I worked on that project last night. Which caused us to clean out all the junk out of the drawers and cabinets within the computer desk... so we could move it. And that stuff then needed sorted out and most of it needed to find a new home. And the radio that shared housing within the computer desk needed a new place to sit... which led me to moving some furniture around.
So I found a piece of furniture that could now house the radio and the phone that got evicted from the computer table... and I swept away all the dust bunnies that took up residency and multiplied under those pieces of furniture. And that led me to wanting to paint the walls of the island counter. Cuz with the space freed up from where the computer used to be - the terrible, experimental paint job I had done this time LAST YEAR - looked well, terrible and experimental.
So I painted. Then I noticed a few spots in the floor that needed repaird so I fixed them.
Add a little laundry, feeding of children, dishes and room straightening to that list and you've got yourself a great little story of how one thing leads to another... and all because of Thanksgiving.
And let me tell you, it's a lot more entertaining reading them than it is living them. I'm ready for bed!
We're hosting Thanksgiving again this year. Our house is a good size for so many folks (15 of us in all this time around) and we have entertainment for so many young kids (Steven's brother's family with their three under the age of three are coming this year).
Well, of course that got me in the mood to clean some stuff out. Especially with young toddlers on their way - must make sure there aren't any blatant choking hazards lying around. I started in our newly finished basement. Filled trash bags worth of stuff out of areas and then got to thinkin.... it sure would be nice to move the computer downstairs, out of our kitchen.
Steven and I worked on that project last night. Which caused us to clean out all the junk out of the drawers and cabinets within the computer desk... so we could move it. And that stuff then needed sorted out and most of it needed to find a new home. And the radio that shared housing within the computer desk needed a new place to sit... which led me to moving some furniture around.
So I found a piece of furniture that could now house the radio and the phone that got evicted from the computer table... and I swept away all the dust bunnies that took up residency and multiplied under those pieces of furniture. And that led me to wanting to paint the walls of the island counter. Cuz with the space freed up from where the computer used to be - the terrible, experimental paint job I had done this time LAST YEAR - looked well, terrible and experimental.
So I painted. Then I noticed a few spots in the floor that needed repaird so I fixed them.
Add a little laundry, feeding of children, dishes and room straightening to that list and you've got yourself a great little story of how one thing leads to another... and all because of Thanksgiving.
And let me tell you, it's a lot more entertaining reading them than it is living them. I'm ready for bed!
Sunday, November 20, 2011
It's Been 4 Months...
...since my last confession... oh wait. I mean blogpost. I'm still trying to figure out what this creature is for anymore. (hey, that rhymes) Facebook has taken "keeping in touch" to a whole new handy level and I have found that I can only be somewhat witty in 200 characters or less (status update heaven!)...
Yet, here sits this blog... I can't seem to bring myself to throw it out completely. The kids are growing, and are more aware of what I share and say to the general public (even if it is tens of people)... I'm not really a bragging type (I am proud of my kids, but don't like to go on and on about what they can do) and if I turn this into a frustration forum, I believe I would wear out my readership fairly quickly (ha! readership! ummm, hello... you haven't posted anything for 4 months...)
Isaiah is 10 now. 10. I just typed two digits in reference to his age. 10. That's huge. And a bit scary.
Huston is crazy. He's a bundle of goofballiness. (Yes, I'm sure that's a word). He's 7.
Avery is 6 now. Seriously? I don't have but one child under the age of 5 now? Impossible.
And Lillie is 3. She still wants me to hold her and snuggle at times - so it's still ok.
There's your update for now. We are alive. I'm still a smart alec (or is it aleck?) and I will attempt to string more than one coherrent thought together more often to put a post up on this blog. But I'm not promising. My brain is toast most of the time.
Yet, here sits this blog... I can't seem to bring myself to throw it out completely. The kids are growing, and are more aware of what I share and say to the general public (even if it is tens of people)... I'm not really a bragging type (I am proud of my kids, but don't like to go on and on about what they can do) and if I turn this into a frustration forum, I believe I would wear out my readership fairly quickly (ha! readership! ummm, hello... you haven't posted anything for 4 months...)
Isaiah is 10 now. 10. I just typed two digits in reference to his age. 10. That's huge. And a bit scary.
Huston is crazy. He's a bundle of goofballiness. (Yes, I'm sure that's a word). He's 7.
Avery is 6 now. Seriously? I don't have but one child under the age of 5 now? Impossible.
And Lillie is 3. She still wants me to hold her and snuggle at times - so it's still ok.
There's your update for now. We are alive. I'm still a smart alec (or is it aleck?) and I will attempt to string more than one coherrent thought together more often to put a post up on this blog. But I'm not promising. My brain is toast most of the time.
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