I finally found what I was looking for -at least one of the things I was looking for...
At my friends Abby and Monica's old apartment we would hear this music that made me long to be a bellydancer. I would dance around in their apartment and threaten to go knocking on doors until I found the apartment playing the music so I could get my own belly shaking, hip moving, finger cymbal clanging CD.
That didn't happen, I tried searching online but that just went no where. Now its been years since I first heard that music. Today, I found the song purely by accident. I had no idea the artist would turn out to be an Indian rapper from England who mixed in the theme song from Knight Rider. So check out "Panjabi MC." I have no idea what they are saying... probably better that way. But the beat is great and if swing my hips right I might just lose my post-30 (years) pounds
I will say that I am super excited to have found something that I thought I would never come across again. Its nice when things happen purely by accident especially good things!
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Now That is Glorious
I love the Lord. He heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy.
Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live.
-- Psalm 116:1-2
I was talking to a future kindergartner today. I asked if she could write her name yet. With some prompting I got her to take the pencil. Oh the horror she held the pencil in a fist! The teacher in me writhed in pain. So I showed her how to hold the pencil the "right way" and she did an excellent job. But I felt sort of bad for correctly her. So I asked her to write her name holding the pencil the way she usually does and she did. And I noticed something and so did she.
I asked which one she thought looked neater and she said the first one (the one where she held the pencil the right way). Interesting I thought to myself. There was such a surge of teacher pride in me. I was suddenly full of hope that I be drawn back into that field someday somehow... because teaching little kids is inside of me. These teachable moments are glorious.
But that not all. What's even more glorious is what God taught me. How many times does He ask that we do something His way and we do it. Then, the opportunity comes up or we step out of His way of doing things and we do things our way.
Then He says ok lets look at the two, which looks better my way or your way... His way always looks better. Not always easier, comfortable or convenient but definitely better. To me this is glorious well He spoke to me and He was right. His way is best.
I will call on him as long as I live because... well... He is glorious.
Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live.
-- Psalm 116:1-2
I was talking to a future kindergartner today. I asked if she could write her name yet. With some prompting I got her to take the pencil. Oh the horror she held the pencil in a fist! The teacher in me writhed in pain. So I showed her how to hold the pencil the "right way" and she did an excellent job. But I felt sort of bad for correctly her. So I asked her to write her name holding the pencil the way she usually does and she did. And I noticed something and so did she.
I asked which one she thought looked neater and she said the first one (the one where she held the pencil the right way). Interesting I thought to myself. There was such a surge of teacher pride in me. I was suddenly full of hope that I be drawn back into that field someday somehow... because teaching little kids is inside of me. These teachable moments are glorious.
But that not all. What's even more glorious is what God taught me. How many times does He ask that we do something His way and we do it. Then, the opportunity comes up or we step out of His way of doing things and we do things our way.
Then He says ok lets look at the two, which looks better my way or your way... His way always looks better. Not always easier, comfortable or convenient but definitely better. To me this is glorious well He spoke to me and He was right. His way is best.
I will call on him as long as I live because... well... He is glorious.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Be Joyful in Hope
Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. (Romans 12:11-13 )
So I am guessing I am not the only that has every struggled with the idea that hope doesn't always feel like it is bringing joy. Otherwise we wouldn't be getting this encouragement from Paul to be joyful in hope. Apperantly, we need to be reminded that hope and joy are in cohoots. I have found though that hope is exhausting. Take for instance the hope of finding a good man who feels passionate about saving 'passion' for after he is married. Now if that isn't an exhausting hope!
When you are lucky enough to find a guy who thinks that way -you aren't attracted to him and shutter at the idea of kissing him. When you find a guy you want to kiss and more, he wants more and you want him to hold off until the wedding night. The hope that needs to be kept alive is that somewhere out there is a man who meets both needs -attraction and values. I hope the right one is out there for me, but I am exhausted from waiting trying hard to be joyful in hope.
We are stuck dealing with hard stuff here on earth, I guess that is why we are also instructed to be patient in affliction and faithful in prayer too...
So I am guessing I am not the only that has every struggled with the idea that hope doesn't always feel like it is bringing joy. Otherwise we wouldn't be getting this encouragement from Paul to be joyful in hope. Apperantly, we need to be reminded that hope and joy are in cohoots. I have found though that hope is exhausting. Take for instance the hope of finding a good man who feels passionate about saving 'passion' for after he is married. Now if that isn't an exhausting hope!
When you are lucky enough to find a guy who thinks that way -you aren't attracted to him and shutter at the idea of kissing him. When you find a guy you want to kiss and more, he wants more and you want him to hold off until the wedding night. The hope that needs to be kept alive is that somewhere out there is a man who meets both needs -attraction and values. I hope the right one is out there for me, but I am exhausted from waiting trying hard to be joyful in hope.
We are stuck dealing with hard stuff here on earth, I guess that is why we are also instructed to be patient in affliction and faithful in prayer too...
Sunday, August 20, 2006
I Wonder
I have been wondering. I wonder if match.com will find me a husband. I wonder if it is a waste of my time. I wonder why things that should have been said weren't said and why things that should have been done weren't done. I wonder if I will be able to decide which is the right digital camera to buy. I wonder what happened to my camera. Was it really stolen out of my unlocked car while I was at the Phillies game? I wonder why I have seen so many butterflies lately. I wonder if Jamie will write back. I wonder if I can really do the "homework" that was assigned to me. I wonder why the artist of the Little Golden book about God doesn't have any smiling children. Some have a look of wonder the others look blank and unhappy. I wonder were I am in the winds of change God said was coming. So I guess wonder does abound but I don't think this was the kind of wonder I was originally thinking of.
Where water meets rock...
...that is where I like to be.
I love to step from rock to rock as the water dances and splashes around me. As I sit by a creek and listen to the water move and bounce, I think about how over time each drop of water has helped make grooves and gullies in the rocks. There is something so exhilarating and yet peaceful about being near a creek. I feel very near to God. It is our trysting place. By a creek, God restores my soul, give me a sense of soaring freedom, enjoys my company or prepares me for what’s coming next in my life.
Life is a journey that makes each event, experience or encounter an essential part of the trip. From day to day, from hardship to triumph, from ordinary to extraordinary our destiny unfolds and flows. Often when we go on a trip we will pick up souvenirs and take snapshots. That is what you will find here snapshots and souvenirs from my journey through life... so far.
I love to step from rock to rock as the water dances and splashes around me. As I sit by a creek and listen to the water move and bounce, I think about how over time each drop of water has helped make grooves and gullies in the rocks. There is something so exhilarating and yet peaceful about being near a creek. I feel very near to God. It is our trysting place. By a creek, God restores my soul, give me a sense of soaring freedom, enjoys my company or prepares me for what’s coming next in my life.
Life is a journey that makes each event, experience or encounter an essential part of the trip. From day to day, from hardship to triumph, from ordinary to extraordinary our destiny unfolds and flows. Often when we go on a trip we will pick up souvenirs and take snapshots. That is what you will find here snapshots and souvenirs from my journey through life... so far.
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