Saturday, March 10, 2012
It should be no surprise that on a Saturday in the beginning of March in Washington it's raining. Like, Washington rain. Grey sky, grey water, plopping drops with a misty background. Cameron is out of town at a training, the kids are at a climbing competition in Oregon so Poppy and I have the house to ourselves. The day started out wonderfully peaceful and productive and has come to a tumultuous and unnerving climax at about 4pm. This piece will assume for a brief moment that you care what I've done today, then hopefully we'll move past that.
This morning I crawled out of bed at 6:30am with Cam to take the kids to the YMCA so they can head to their Comp. Came back home, crawled back in bed with the puppy and read for a bit....then watched an episode of White Collar (which is my current television addiction)
Motivated to get out of bed by the dog who I have lovingly nicknamed, "Happy Feet" due to her persistent wiggling when she needs to go outside, we headed out for a run. in the rain. Now I am not a "runner" but having a dog who needs to get some excersize helps me realize that I have a body that needs to get some excersize too!We usually have a great time. Today, Poppy begrudgingly shuffled along with me tugging at her collar to keep up. We made it for about 15 minute before I gave up and started walking back towards home.
Then it was off to run an errand and make a little stop at a trailer park Estate Sale. You want to spend a Saturday morning with some cutthroat, bleach haired, pink lipsticked, old ladies...go to a Trailerr park Estate sale.I don't recommend it.
A friend came over for a lovely chat. After that, it all went downhill.
For some crazzy reason, I thought it would be a good idea to go to the mall. I am 28 years old and should obviously know by now that going to the mall, just because, is never a good idea.
If there is anything that inspires me to pray, to plead with God to have Jesus return, it's going to the mall just because.
Being there, i feel the wrath of everything that I despise and struggle against, only its presented in a socially acceptible manner and we BUY IT! We pay a hefty price to hear the messages that tell us that we are not good enough. Recently, I've been reading in Matthew:
"Therefore, i tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?"....And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lillies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these...Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble." 6: 25...34
My prayer in leaving is for peace. For redemption and wholeness for all those who feel busted and broken. That they would not go looking for it at Kohls, or on sale at Victoria Secret but in their Father who see's them as precious.
A day that started out in this place, of rest and peace and stillness watching the grey bay from Woods, motivated to put a bit of time into work at ACCESS FREEDOM
against an injustice that I believe is rampant and goes unseen too often.
This day quickly spiraled down to self loathing thoughts with a 50% discount. During the drive home, my Savior came and reclaimed the territory, and in that changes my thoughts to prayer. Hope for something greater. Something more. Something eternal that we can wait for and cling to, even in the drizzling rain on a grey Saturday in Bellingham.