October 28, 2013 § Leave a comment
Today I must go back to work after a week off. An eventful and restful week, I enjoyed times with friends, time with myself and the Lord, and some extra sleep as Maisy has been away at “camp” (a.k.a. my parents’ house). I’d rather not be going back to work today, truth be told, but I know once I get back into the routine it will be fine. I’d rather be in Germany or France or Ireland visiting these lovely libraries. I’d forgotten about this book I had at my parents’, and rediscovered it last weekend.
Makes me want to plan a trip!
October 21, 2013 § Leave a comment
It’s a short drive from Birmingham to Moundville, where I was mostly reared and where my parents live still. The scenery along the 60-or-so miles changes little and bored me often in the 3 years that I lived “back at home” recently. Especially as a teenager, living so far from my friends was isolating and cause for age-appropriate levels of despair on Friday and Saturday nights before I could drive. Now, of course, the trek to the country feels like the getaway I most need. This weekend filled me up, just being in the company of my brother and parents for several days. We also celebrated my dear mom’s birthday today, and everyone was off work. I myself timed it perfectly to my whole week off work, I must say. I’m trying not to overly book the next 4 days, but mostly just enjoy and appreciate the shift in my daily routine.
As we lazed around and ate and talked and tried out the new TV and Blu-ray player that constituted my mom’s gifts and ate some more, I made a few observations.
1. Sleeping in a twin bed has the strange ability to make you feel both old and young at once.
2. My family loves me so well and it makes me want to love others as completely, or at least try to, so they’ll know how great it feels.
3. Listening to my brother and father debate politics and faith is both edifying and hilarious.
4. All my father’s home improvement projects are unlikely to be finished in my lifetime.
5. My dad and brother will always frustrate my mom and I’s desires to get anywhere, specifically church, on time. Having only one shower already puts us in a bind, but still.
6. Making my family laugh is its own reward.
7. The fall season will not be complete until I hear my mom scream with both delight and dismay at her Auburn Tigers football team.
8. I will always be a country girl at heart.
9. My mom will never tire of listening to me prattle on, through laughter or tears. Such a gift.
October 11, 2013 § Leave a comment
I can’t express how grateful I am that the alluded-to slow-down during the Fall at work has occurred. I hope I can continue to handle the stressful, hectic times well, but I do prefer not to be overwhelmed. They’ll come again, everyone assures me, but I’m glad for a respite. And, the ability to take a Friday off! That’s where I find myself today…enjoying the beautiful weather and puttering around the apartment.
After visiting two new churches last weekend, I’ve mulled over the sermons and styles of both. The one most like my previous home sang a very familiar and poignant tune during their service. It has come to mind today, and it is humbling me and making me thankful as well. I’ll share just a portion:
Thy mercy my God is the theme of my song,
The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue.
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last,
Hath won my affection and bound my soul fast.
Without Thy sweet mercy, I could not live here.
Sin would reduce me to utter despair,
But through Thy free goodness, my spirit’s revived
And He that first made me still keeps me alive.
Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart.
Dissolved by Thy goodness, I fall to the ground
And weep for the praise of the mercy I’ve found.
There’s much to relate to and learn from in these words. How is it that songs and music so often reach us more acutely or resonate with us more profoundly? The same ideas could be said or read and still have weight, but something about the music makes truths even more moving. As that Elton John song goes, “Sad songs they say so much.” Not just sad songs, though I do love a moody melody, but hymns and worshipful songs as well speak so much to me. They say so much about us and our need for a Father, a Comforter, a Savior, One who will never leave us or forsake us.