Chismville

I don’t want to make this post sound like a joke or sound judgemental either! I guess it is just a little humor in my little mind! I am “in charge” of setting up a men’s prayer meeting at my church. The prayer time is a small committment of 45 minutes, once a month. So I made an announcement at church and then sent out an invitation using Facebook. When I went to look at the list of who will “attend” so far I have 2 confirmed (myself as one) and 4 “maybes.” The rest have not replied yet. I just thought it was funny that folks would click “maybe” instead of “cannot attend.” It made me laugh when I thought guys don’t want to say, “I don’t want to attend a prayer meeting” or “I can’t attend a prayer meeting.” I don’t think God will be offended if one cannot make a prayer meeting, and I hope the guys that truly cannot come won’t feel guilty if they have to click “no.”  

What good is a blog if it’s never updated? I’ve had too much chocolate and not enough sleep, but am nonetheless quite happy. Last week, I wanted to try cooking up a new grain for breakfast and quickly googled it before Heidi arrived for our stability ball workout. The blog that came up with grain-cooking instructions was written by a cool person I wished I could be friends with….if only I knew her. Anyway, I linked to her kid blog which had awesome music attached that Heidi and I totally exercised to. This gal’s online track contained one song after another with a groovy beat and nice lyrics. But all that is beside the point. (I am a succor for good music.) I feel as though a millstone has been flung from my neck and I’m heading off into the sunset of a new existence. Though I have really enjoyed my continued education, I’m thrilled to have finished precalc forever. Plus, I got into a summer chemistry class that was full just yesterday. Hillsdale’s registrar faxed my letter of permission almost as soon as he received my request. My last class is now officially in the works. I don’t know why I let circumstances, roadblocks, little frustrations of life get me down. Why do I let the angry words of a stranger wreck my happiness for days? Why can’t I trust more and attach myself to the promises I say I believe? I do know that the stress I’ve felt finishing precalc and competing with obstacles makes me ever so much more grateful to God when those obstacles come crashing down all in a day. I awakened to birds chirping and my nerdy techy husband turned nature-filmish….capturing a fox chasing three unperturbed wild turkeys in our back yard. I got to eat a free lunch at our local community college cafeteria with my sweet sister, Emily, who seems to me to be the hub of social activity at that place. And I remembered to eat breakfast so that my brain didn’t crash in on me during my three hour exam. There are dire consequences to skipping breakfast, you know. I will save enlightening news for some other day. I look forward to getting my house really clean again and enjoying my children and their happy chatter. I want to take another long walk down Dollyhyde and get really muddy in the creek–follow it to Never Never Land and childhood daydreams.