Cranky Granny Hijacked My Blog
At the very end of this particular Friday, I am particularly exhausted. The reason is not surprising, but also probably not what one might expect.
I have not been doing much of anything!
On top of that, I have eaten entirely too many doughnuts in the last two days. A lot of inactivity, plus a lot of high-sugar, high-fat food tend to sack a person of any energy she might have been able to muster up.
Tonight I was so fed up with the tables in our living room that I gave the kids a job: empty the tables onto the floor in the back room. They did this, but not without looking at me like I was a straight-up rainbow-striped loony bird from another planet. Now the coffee table and the side table in the living room look great! However...the back room needs some work.
Taking care of that and the laundry are my goals for tomorrow. Ah, I should add the entryway, too. Since we returned from our trip last weekend (Hello, we were gone for 24 hours...how could it have become that messy, you might ask. Well, when you have to take bedding with you, it multiplies your mess exponentially.) it has spiraled into its old ways of dishevelment and delinquency. (My entryway is naughty. It has no shame.)
And just because this has been on my mind, I'm going to share it with you. Please do not expect a smooth transition...there isn't one. At all.
I don't like our neighborhood.
If you ask me about it, particularly if we're at church, I'll say I think we're in the right place, and that I'm so glad that the family who moved in our old house is living there because they use it for ministry in a way that we never did (and probably should have), and that the kids are happy (Eliana LOVES her pink room), and it was so great not to have to spend untold hours and days and months looking at houses with a realtor (and children!) or even online. What you won't hear is my (foolish, selfish, deceitful, wicked) heart screaming on the inside,"But tell them how you REALLY feel!"
Shortly after we moved here, our van was stolen. (This is still a sore subject for me, for personal reasons...so I won't go into that again now.) We got a new van about a month and a half later, and before a year had passed, several items were stolen out of that vehicle. This past Halloween our van was egged. And just the other day, something very strange (to me, anyway) happened.
Now, I will be the first to admit that our yard right now leaves a lot to be desired. Our neighbor's yard is always immaculate (I think they run a landscaping company or something...I totally might be making that up). And I feel bad that our yard is so leafy. We're working on it (we=not me so much as Mike). Our garage door is broken so it's a pain in the tookus to get it open so the yard stuff can come out to play (or work...but I'd like to think it's having fun doing what it's made to do). (Ouch...hello why-don't-you-listen-to-the-surprise-message-in-your-own-words?) (That might preach, actually...I need to listen to that sermon.) Anyway, all that is to say that there has been a yucky leaf trail running along the curb in the street along the part of the curb that is outside of our house. I usually park there so that the door of the van opens to the sidewalk and the kids can get in and out of the car without going in the grass. (Yes, I'm cuckoo...I don't want them to step in dog poo.) Here's the strange part. The other day I noticed that all of the leaves that had been in the street were now plopped up on the grass on just-this-side-of the curb. And there were no leaves on the sidewalk, just on the grass. However! On the sidewalk lay a wet, gross, squooshy, longish, dark, dark, dark blob.
GROSS.
What was it anyway? I have no idea. But...it was gross. And weird. Did someone come along, put all the leaves up out of the street and into our grass, and then plant a turd on our sidewalk? Right where my kids walk every day?
I don't get it. Someone might say that the wind (which was very strong the other night...there were tornado warnings in surrounding areas) may have relocated the leaves...but I DON'T THINK SO. They were too perfectly and solidly up-and-over-ed the curb.
And what's up with the TURD?
And so...I have been fuming about where we live all over again. And really, I know it's so stupid, and that I am being ridiculous. And I want to be not a malcontent but a content. I'm not there yet. I try to remind myself that what I need to do is be grateful for all that we have (which is SO MUCH) and I tell myself that we are to pray for the city in which we live. But I'm just being honest...sometimes it's hard.
I got that overwhelmed feeling earlier today, walking through the house picking up laundry, knowing what a mess it all is, feeling so unhappy...and I thought,"I just want to go somewhere else, start over," but I knew even as I thought it, that wouldn't be the case. I'm going to be wherever we go, and I am a huge part of this problem. It will just follow me!
I don't even know what in the world I wrote all this for, except I needed to get it off my chest. In 1 Timothy, Paul says,"Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst." I often feel like I am the worst, because I know better. (I know the right answers but I don't live them.) This verse comes to mind frequently...mostly in the form of the last six words. But I can't forget the first part. And if Christ Jesus could come into this world, leaving the very glories of Heaven behind for our sakes, then, certainly, I can get over my entitlement issues and I can live in a regular neighborhood that doesn't happen to fulfill all of my dreams and hopes, for his sake.
That is so scary to write...because what does that mean, for his sake? Mike wants to have people over for the SuperBowl (not this year...he's not trying to kill me on the spot) but even thinking about having guests makes me feel all kinds of anxious and like I might keel over. Or at least go get in bed and never come out again.
Hospitality. It's not my gift.
In the beginning of this letter to Timothy, Paul encourages this young man to have this goal: "love, which comes from a pure heart and a good conscience and a sincere faith." I feel more like those lip-flappers that Paul warns against in this and other letters. I know a fair amount in my head, but my life is not a significant "light on a hill."
Paul also tells Timothy,"But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his immense patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life. Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen." How patient is our God and Father, and our Lord and Savior Jesus. How impatient I am! Oh to do a better job tomorrow..."love, which comes from a pure heart and a good conscience and a sincere faith."
I need to start with cleaning my entryway...next year's SuperBowl is not too far off.
(An important note: I am in no way, shape, or form, committing to a SuperBowl party next year. I am making a (likely inappropriate) joke. Do not show up here next January for football, food, and festivities.)