Wow, am I EVER glad for Sabbath! It's been adventure followed by adventure followed by crazy experiences.
This last week, my adopted dad's mother stayed with us, up from SoCal. She stayed in my room, but the tricky part is that she arrived the same day I got back from driving across the country, which means that I got to live out of my suitcases for one extra week. Not that I particularly minded, I am just tired of not having a little bit of elbow room. It's easy to get disorganized when it's all suitcases.
Now, however, I've got my room back! I still haven't had a chance to unpack (that should come Sunday), due to cleaning and youth group and all that, but I did switch out the "guest room" quilt/blanket for a quilt that my friend from church had made for me (without my even knowing about it!). Mom had gotten me a dark grey sheets and pillowcases set, and it matches the quilt just perfectly. Grey is my favorite color, so I'm enthralled.
I guess this means it's officially "my room" now. Even the bedspread is different. The walls are covered in photographs and sketches and framed quotes and magazine clippings. There's a set of end-tables-doubling-as-bookcases in the corner that weren't here until I bought them. There's a golden curtain cascading down the front of the closet door. There's a crystal dreamcatcher hanging from the ceiling fan pull. It's... well, it's my room. What a blessing to have a home, and a room to myself.
It's been a challenge adjusting to family life again. I'd gotten used to being independent, especially on that grand road trip. My schedule was all I had to consult, really. Now I have to coordinate with FIVE other people! As the time wears on, it should get easier, especially as I'll be home much more this year. My main focuses are the garden and the abuse survivor support group. Oh, yes, and youth group. I'm going to begin praying about the direction God wants me to take that... Racquetball is still going, but the devotional section has died out, and I'm not sure what to do about it. Do we need it? Is it enough to simply gather for recreation and fellowship? Or should I insist on bringing back that little God-centered time? I don't know. Maybe I'll just start reading a book like Bruchko, a section at a time.
My adopted dad, D, has found out that his cancer has come back. The only treatment for this type of cancer is surgery, so he'll be going under the knife sometime soon. We're going to try to make some adjustments in our eating habits, to curb the cancer growth as much as possible (i.e. cutting out sugars, which the cancer feeds on readily, not cooking in oils, more whole foods and less processed foods, juicing, etc.). It's just scary to think that, after I've come to trust and love this man as a father... he could be gone, and there's nothing I can do about it.
Is there anything I can truly, truly trust that won't crumble under my weight?
I'm having a problem with D again. It's been almost 2 weeks since we've had a phone conversation, and for the last week or so, there's not even been a text, or a response to my texts. It's like he dropped off the face of the planet, and I can't figure out why. It was seriously bothering me-- a really tempestuous emotional storm-- but I'm practicing trusting God. He's the one that set this relationship up, he's been walking us through it, and if it's to end, then it's to end. God has something better, if that's the case. It's just been hard to not hear from D, especially since the phone is the only connection we have, him being so far away and all.
K abuses the internet, so it's only on during certain time periods a day, about 2 or 3 hours. The problem is... those hours are the ones I'm usually doing something like cooking, cleaning, or running an errand. I miss out on it a lot, which is a bummer. I know I can blog and then copy and paste, but the font size is always a little off when I do that and, quite frankly, it bugs me.
Tonight, we're going to have sundown worship on the porch, and us girls are going to play our instruments. We're trying to put together another CD, so we need to start hammering out songs. Not an easy feat with J headed back off to college. I'm sure we'll make it work somehow, though. Last year, we did it all during Thanksgiving break, and that may be the case this year. I think we're going to take CD cover pictures tomorrow afternoon, after church some time.
Oh, yeah, and I got to see pics of my friend's wedding, which put me in the mood for wedding stuff... and I was talking to H, who will be my wedding planner someday, and we came up with some great ideas for my future wedding! I had found some beautiful dresses that I liked, but were too small for me, but in attempting to find the pictures to show her, I stumbled across a really cool dress that I like. (I sometimes feel stupid for planning all this stuff out in advance, but it's fun for me, and will save a lot of hassle when the time comes. Plus I like beautiful things, and weddings are supposed to be beautiful.)
It's on Etsy somewhere. J thinks that I should save up and actually buy a dress, if I really like it and know I won't be able to find it again sometime in the future. The nice thing is, all the dresses I'm looking at are like, one hundred to two hundred dollars. But I think it's kinda silly to buy a dress without the threat of an imminent wedding looming.
I think my dal is about done cooking. I feel better now, just having blogged. It's been nagging at me... You like to blog. Why don't you do it anymore? You really need to process through some of the stuff happening right now... You should just do it.
This last week, my adopted dad's mother stayed with us, up from SoCal. She stayed in my room, but the tricky part is that she arrived the same day I got back from driving across the country, which means that I got to live out of my suitcases for one extra week. Not that I particularly minded, I am just tired of not having a little bit of elbow room. It's easy to get disorganized when it's all suitcases.
Now, however, I've got my room back! I still haven't had a chance to unpack (that should come Sunday), due to cleaning and youth group and all that, but I did switch out the "guest room" quilt/blanket for a quilt that my friend from church had made for me (without my even knowing about it!). Mom had gotten me a dark grey sheets and pillowcases set, and it matches the quilt just perfectly. Grey is my favorite color, so I'm enthralled.
I guess this means it's officially "my room" now. Even the bedspread is different. The walls are covered in photographs and sketches and framed quotes and magazine clippings. There's a set of end-tables-doubling-as-bookcases in the corner that weren't here until I bought them. There's a golden curtain cascading down the front of the closet door. There's a crystal dreamcatcher hanging from the ceiling fan pull. It's... well, it's my room. What a blessing to have a home, and a room to myself.
It's been a challenge adjusting to family life again. I'd gotten used to being independent, especially on that grand road trip. My schedule was all I had to consult, really. Now I have to coordinate with FIVE other people! As the time wears on, it should get easier, especially as I'll be home much more this year. My main focuses are the garden and the abuse survivor support group. Oh, yes, and youth group. I'm going to begin praying about the direction God wants me to take that... Racquetball is still going, but the devotional section has died out, and I'm not sure what to do about it. Do we need it? Is it enough to simply gather for recreation and fellowship? Or should I insist on bringing back that little God-centered time? I don't know. Maybe I'll just start reading a book like Bruchko, a section at a time.
My adopted dad, D, has found out that his cancer has come back. The only treatment for this type of cancer is surgery, so he'll be going under the knife sometime soon. We're going to try to make some adjustments in our eating habits, to curb the cancer growth as much as possible (i.e. cutting out sugars, which the cancer feeds on readily, not cooking in oils, more whole foods and less processed foods, juicing, etc.). It's just scary to think that, after I've come to trust and love this man as a father... he could be gone, and there's nothing I can do about it.
Is there anything I can truly, truly trust that won't crumble under my weight?
I'm having a problem with D again. It's been almost 2 weeks since we've had a phone conversation, and for the last week or so, there's not even been a text, or a response to my texts. It's like he dropped off the face of the planet, and I can't figure out why. It was seriously bothering me-- a really tempestuous emotional storm-- but I'm practicing trusting God. He's the one that set this relationship up, he's been walking us through it, and if it's to end, then it's to end. God has something better, if that's the case. It's just been hard to not hear from D, especially since the phone is the only connection we have, him being so far away and all.
K abuses the internet, so it's only on during certain time periods a day, about 2 or 3 hours. The problem is... those hours are the ones I'm usually doing something like cooking, cleaning, or running an errand. I miss out on it a lot, which is a bummer. I know I can blog and then copy and paste, but the font size is always a little off when I do that and, quite frankly, it bugs me.
Tonight, we're going to have sundown worship on the porch, and us girls are going to play our instruments. We're trying to put together another CD, so we need to start hammering out songs. Not an easy feat with J headed back off to college. I'm sure we'll make it work somehow, though. Last year, we did it all during Thanksgiving break, and that may be the case this year. I think we're going to take CD cover pictures tomorrow afternoon, after church some time.
Oh, yeah, and I got to see pics of my friend's wedding, which put me in the mood for wedding stuff... and I was talking to H, who will be my wedding planner someday, and we came up with some great ideas for my future wedding! I had found some beautiful dresses that I liked, but were too small for me, but in attempting to find the pictures to show her, I stumbled across a really cool dress that I like. (I sometimes feel stupid for planning all this stuff out in advance, but it's fun for me, and will save a lot of hassle when the time comes. Plus I like beautiful things, and weddings are supposed to be beautiful.)
I think my dal is about done cooking. I feel better now, just having blogged. It's been nagging at me... You like to blog. Why don't you do it anymore? You really need to process through some of the stuff happening right now... You should just do it.
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