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day 67 – week peek

In thoughts on me on October 31, 2011 at 12:45 pm


I’m coming at this week with a long, organized list in Word of things I’d like to and need to do.

I know for me, a little forethought at the beginning of the week goes a long way

(not that this happens religiously, but my dry-erase weekly planner sure helps!)

Sometimes I like to list more than I know I’ll do (of course within reason and reality – otherwise i get overwhelmed and defeatist – hellooo balance), and knowing that and being okay with that, and then rejoicing any time I cross something off the list.  Mini parties!


some things about this week that I’m excited about are

-making a list of November goals

-deep cleaning my space and reorganizing decorative thingies

-spending time with people i love

-reading more of:

When People Are Big and God is Small – Overcoming peer pressure, codependency, and the fear of man

by Edward Welch

-drinking MightyLeaf African Nectar (my favorite!!)

-continuing regular Y time now that I have time! workout reward = steam room ♥

-grocery shopping.  i really get a LOT of happiness out of that.

-early to bed and early to rise (the Lord is the stability of my times!)


this post pumps me up for november lists & goals


day 66 – sunday music corner

In Uncategorized on October 30, 2011 at 4:47 pm

work in progress


thought i’d pull through on my mention of putting some soundcloud things on here, so here we go!

i recorded this little bit on saturday morning (you can hear that morning part in my voice) for J and his trip to the golden state this week.

enjoy!  no bells or whistles – just me, garageband, a guitar, and morning voice,

and a little outro that is a cover of one of my favorite songs (also entitled California) from one of my favorite bands (Copeland.)

day 65 – good thing

In thoughts on God on October 29, 2011 at 5:06 pm

i had a great, freeing thought today:

in Psalm 34 it says

“The young lions suffer want and hunger; but those who seek the LORD lack no good thing.”


i don’t lack anything good.

right here, right now.


if i use that as the lens through which i see my world,

i see that i have everything i need

and all that i have is good,


it is good that i don’t have everything i think i need.

i’m not missing anything!  i’m right where i need to be and all i’m supposed to do is seek the face of God.

He is so faithful and purposeful with me!

day 64 – stories about bill

In thoughts on things on October 28, 2011 at 3:07 pm

allow me to introduce you to Bill.

(for the purposes of this post and confidentiality i have… not at all changed Bill’s name.  his name is really Bill, affectionately referred to as “toenails” and you will see why.)

i met Bill on a hot july day.  i was stressed out and frustrated, having been looking for the perfect place to live with my 2 gal pals, former roomie katie and new roomie anne marie.  time was ticking and we needed to find a place, fast.  we ended up choosing his house, by far the oogliest house we had seen up until that point, but with the best price and most “fixer upper” potential points!  the former tennants had lived there ten years and we could tell they weren’t really into that whole cleaning thing so much.

anyway, Bill started as our super old, clearly suffering from some sort of emphysema, really cute (and really seriously old) landlord.  there was no application – just a one page, Microsoft Word-typed “lease” ensuring that we all made enough money to pay rent each month.  he was just glad we seemed like nice, responsible girls with jobs, more interested in making sure the peeling wallpaper was going to be remedied with Lemon Sherbert paint than about, you know, being in gangs or smoking pot or not paying rent.   and we were in!

those first few weeks of fixing up-ing we solidified our relationship with Bill.  he was always there in his jag (with tv monitors in the headrests… did i mention he is 84 or something?!) ready to paint for 15 minutes and then smoke for 10, paint then smoke, and so on and so forth.  then he started frequently working with his shirt off, just making himself comfortable while cleaning up the house.  and he always wore these old, ratty Adidas flip-flops.

i remember looking down one day at his feet while he was working on something, and it was totally one of those moments that the frame zooms in really close 3 times and you hear Friday the 13th noises, and you realize – he probably hasn’t even looked at his feet in over 3 months.  i mean, i’ve rarely seen toenails this long!  it was like a TLC special.  but he’s so old and sweet!  and drives a jag!  when did simple toenail care go out the window?  we may never know.

the weeks went by and we realized, well, Bill keeps coming.  and coming.  and…. coming, always unannounced and with a new little something he needed to “fix” or “look at.”  the leaky sink.  the baseboards.  the gutters.  at first i was like “aw he’s so cute, coming over to fix things while being SO old”  and then i was all “OMG.  my fourth roommate is NOT an old man with loud emphysema breathing, no shirt, and poor toenail care!”   it was any time of day.  8 or 9 in the morning, while we were still in our pjs, in our beds, sleeping soundly and trying to get used to calling that little house home.  we all frequently sent texts to each other, warning the others about his arrival.  he became a figure in my mind that was always lurking around the corner of the house, hunchbacked and waiting to sit us down and talk about Norman Rockwell or the National Geographic or his wife who he just married 10 years ago.

so we had a few care-frontations will bill, who also has a hard time hearing and, perhaps, comprehending.  not easy.  “come after 11,”  we’d explain, or “just call us beforehand to let us know you are coming.”  we even appointed annemarie as the house point-person, so should bill need to come over, he should call her and she would call us.  nods.  and then the next day, an unannounced 9 o’clock arrival to just “shtain the deck.”  [and NOW is the perfect time to add that every, i repeat every S that bill says is a whistle.  i don’t know how he does it, if he practices, or what.  but without fail, “s” words become whistle words.  it is very impressive and very fun to try and immitate!]

bless.  one side of me is irritated to death by inappropriate landlord-turned-roommate bill.  the other side of me melts from a heart of stone to a heart of mush when he brings us his limited edition leather-bound hardback copy of Norman Rockwell and proceeds to talk about Margarie, his still fairly new wife, who fixes him dinner.  landlord-turned-grandpa.  i know he means well and comes from a different era where you leave your front door unlocked and borrow sugar from your neighbor.  so maybe that’s why he still comes over?  albeit announced in advance, and only once about every 2 weeks.  we are getting somewhere!


so here is a story i have for you about bill.  this was recently.

one day bill came over and anne marie was asleep.  bill came announced, but anne marie was sleeping and wanted to continue sleeping, thinking innocently, “well, bill can continue doing what he needs to do, and i’ll keep my door closed and he should get the point.”

little by little, anne marie hears the encroaching steps of toenails mcgee along with the characteristic heavy breathing that pierces even through closed doors.  “he must be working in the hall bath,” she thought.

nay.  bill knocks on the door “anne marie,” in his old southern smoker voice.  and again, more knocking and name calling.  she hides, pulling the covers over her head, “this CAN’T be happening!” she thought.  well, the unthinkable happens.

little old bill comes IN the room.  YES.  INSIDE!!  sweet grandpa turned slightly creepy keeps calling out “anne marie, anne marie are you here??” to which she plays possum and does not respond on account of being “asleep.”  and what does bill do?

pokes around the bed.  “annemarie, annemarie are you in here?”  and the kicker, starts pulling the covers. i’m blaming it on being senile and crazy.  of course, anne marie fakes waking up surprised and explains that she’s sleeping, so what did he want?!

just to work in her half bath, that’s all.

day 63 – wednesday morning verse

In poetry on October 26, 2011 at 8:43 am

go while the morning is still fresh

write while the writing is good

move while the inspiration is stirring


get up while the sun is rising

the sun in its finest form

i’ve never seen it like this morning

distinct rays spoking

out of the hubbed horizon

yellow and orange

the sky deep pink behind it

day 62 – quietness + trust

In thoughts on God on October 26, 2011 at 8:39 am

isaiah 32.  i love this chapter for this season.


the noble plan noble things, and on noble things he stands.

women at ease are urged to rise up, strip of themselves, and prepare by beating their chests, pleading for the Spirit to fall.

i need this in my life.  an outpouring of the Spirit.  it takes seeking (psalm 34) and waiting (psalm 130), and here in isaiah 32, crying out for it in a way that is almost barbaric.

the effect of an outpouring of His Spirit is righteousness

and the effect of that is peace and secure dweling in quiet places.


the result of righteousness is quietness and trust forever. 


the Father knows how much i love quietness.  i seek it out, i look forward to it, i like to sit and stay in it.

i love it in me and around me.

it is the absence of all things calamitous, writhing, frictional.  not just noise with your ears but noise in your heart, too.  righteousness results in quietness forever.

and He knows how i long for trust, to fully trust Him and trust in Him.  like the trust you develop with your closest of friends, letting them in through any and all walls and allowing them to look around and speak into you, to love you there.

how beautiful this promise is of His.  that with Him and His Spirit comes righteousness that is not our own, peace, stability, quietness, and trust.

day 61 – joy

In thoughts on God on October 24, 2011 at 10:46 pm

seek for joy as for hidden treasure

(my life needs a lot more twirling)

day 60 – sunday music corner

In thoughts on things on October 23, 2011 at 10:30 pm

where did norah jones go?

well, i recently discovered that she came out with a NEW album….

2 years ago! where have i been?!

i was the biggest norah jones fan in high school. her album was my soundtrack to my first big trip – to africa! i would listen to “painter song” while painting and drawing in my mom’s studio. i was so happy to find she has a whole slew of songs  for my fresh ears to hear from her 2009 album The Fall. one of her songs was even co-written with ryan adams, and multiple with grammy award winning songwriter jesse harris. noteworthy songs to me: “December” and “Waiting” (you can stream these on her discography)

i love this little video of “Chasing Pirates” – her ship is a city building! perfect!

and here’s a video of her performing “December” live in Belgium

day 59 – jobless revelation

In thoughts on God on October 23, 2011 at 5:20 pm

yesterday morning i was drinking a cup of coffee on the back porch, praying and writing and reading, and watching the wind blow through the trees.

i was thinking about this season that i’m in, and the Lord helped me to see things a little more clearly.

i do not conform to the identity of the place i am in.

i transform the identity of the place i’m in based on my identity, which comes through Jesus Christ.

i can be in thies place – waiting on a job, little money, not a lot that i’m doing

but not conform to its identity

(unemployed, lazy, not productive).

i can transform it based on who i know i am  –

a daughter of God.

waiting on HIS timing and voice and guidance,

little in my bank account but infinate resources of my Father

not a lot i’m doing on the outside but so much the Lord is teaching me in my heart and life.

when i have nothing i feel like i can give to others, i can still give of myself.

His companionship is marvelous!

day 58 – 29 ways to stay creative

In thoughts on things, Uncategorized on October 20, 2011 at 11:45 am

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