Went to see Marley and Me and loved it. Very sweet movie, perfect way to spend New Year's Eve. Go see it tomorrow if you haven't already.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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Sometimes what was hard, very hard yesterday, is today quite fun. Still challenging, still a stretch, but at this new juncture, fun. Worth it. Worth the time and trouble that the task requires. Life is strange that way. So I would advise all of us to never say never. Never announce we'll never do something again. Because what I turn my back on and loathe in one season of life might be just what the Dr. ordered in another. Go figure.
Posted by Popcorn at 9:15 PM
Monday, December 8, 2008
I'm trying to distinguish between selfishness and drawing the line where you know you've reached your limit. Is a person supposed to just do what everyone thinks is best even if you know you just can't do it? Even if the heart races at the thought of having to do it? Even when the task would really really benefit the family? Does one just take a big gulp, put personal needs aside and do it anyway? Is that the true definition of selflessness?
Posted by Popcorn at 8:21 PM
Opposites attract. How many times have I heard that? It's true for Mr. Popcorn and yours truly. I like silence, he likes sound. I can be in the house alone all day in complete silence, perfectly content. He grabs the remote, turns on the TV, and walks out the backdoor to weed eat the yard. I spend, he saves. I like change and variety, he likes sameness and routine. I change my mind about things, he clamps down on a decision like a steel trap without a backward glance. I wing it, he plans it. I'm tactful to a fault (or I let myself believe I am) and he says it like it is with no tippy tippy toeing through the tulips. He goes silent when he's unhappy, silence goes when I am. I can't stay mad for long, he can keep a mad on for, uh, much longer. I don't care if I win, he's highly competitive and would just as soon eat dirt as lose a game. I can do many things that pass muster, but every one of his endeavors ooze with excellence. Are our souls looking for their missing part? Sometimes our differences bug the bejeebers out of me and can cause fireworks. But mostly the parts of him that are so different from me I find heartwarming, endearing, comforting and downright entertaining. He makes up for the holes in me, and I do the same for him. Interesting. Huh. Frustrating truth while at the same time a beautiful balance.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Today our choir sang Michael W. Smith's Son of God. The verses go like this: Son of God, purest light, Lord on high is here tonight. Stepping through this sacred sky, suddenly our eyes behold....heaven's perfect plan unfold, Son of God.
Son of God, love divine, timeless one steps in to die. Who could dream of such a thing? With us now the King of Kings, man and angels bow and sing...singing hallelujah, hallelujah.
It was a complicated arrangement with parts for a solo, a children's choir, a descant, and an ensemble. It was beautiful. My favorite line is "stepping through this sacred sky"...that's what He did. He came out of heaven, down to earth. God wrapped in flesh living here on earth with us. That line really reminded me afresh of the magnitude of what we are celebrating during this advent season. I am grateful for such inspired messages delivered from Him through the beautiful music of Christmas.
Posted by Popcorn at 8:35 PM