This is my life, my love, my happiness. I love my family.
Thank you, God, for giving me the keys to my heart, and for the sheer happiness my husband causes me.
The neighborhood was vibrant that evening. Laughter on the front porch; people sipping evening coffee; an electricity meter sparking on the side of a house; a cool (and very welcome) breeze swept through my hair. It was the perfect night for a run.
I got chased by two dogs. The first, a pit bull that was quite territorial. Although I was across the street, the dog apparently thought I was going to break into her home. I say “her” because she had on a pink collar. Sort of misleading to have a vicious dog wearing a pink collar.
I kept running. The second was a german shepherd mix that wanted to play with my dog more than attack me (unlike said pit bull). Around the curves of houses, driveways, gardens, I kept running. The dog eventually got picked up by its owner, the driver of an old beat up red pickup truck that looked like an emergency vehicle from far away.
A jeep flashed his brights at me and held them there until he passed. Not nice.
A toad leaped into my path, and I hopped over it, to avoid a big splatter.
A lightning bug flickered and landed on the street, surprising both my dog and me. My dog wanted to eat it, I wanted to see it. We ran on.
The perfect night for a run.
How can it possibly be Monday already? I just left work and it still seems like 5 p.m. on Friday. This weekend was nothing but busy, so much so that my husband and I saw each other as much as whispers passing in the night.
Hello, new perspective on finances.
Hello, answered prayers.
Hello, seeking a closer relationship with God.
Hello, mundane tasks such as going to Target, buying manila envelopes,
and hello, stressful tasks such as mailing tax returns.
Hello, when I need a moment to relax, instead of grabbing a Twix, I’ll look at funny pictures of my dog. That always brings a smile to my face. I even decided to share, so you can laugh, too.
I wish I had an explanation for these two pictures, but I do not. Maybe she was hiding her identity from the camera… maybe she sees ghosts. Maybe she did a little too much of you know what in the 60’s. This is the every-day life of my dog. My dog barked today. That’s no biggie for you dog owners (or those of you who have neighboring dogs that never shut up…) but my dog hasn’t barked in a good eight months or more.
Hello, silly dog. You bring joy to my life.
Hope you laughed. Have a great Monday! Your attitude determines what type of day you will have.
It’s a lazy Saturday morning in August. It’s cool enough outside to sleep with the windows open, offering a sweet seductive Autumn breeze. I wake up slowly, inhaling the mountain air. The rotating fan at the end of the bed offers a chance to slip back into deep sleep, promising not to tell anyone. It hums back and forth, back and forth.
The house is quiet, though the sun is already peeking through a slit in the curtains. For a moment I’m tempted to return to the blissful solitude I just left behind; I don’t want to miss the chance to crack open the book I’ve been reading.
Reaching for the nightstand, my sleepy fingers find the worn cover quickly. As my eyes adjust to the ink, my fingers rouse as they touch each page. I’ve entered another blissful state of solitude. The crisp sound of each page turning is a massage to my ears.
In the kitchen I hear my coffee maker turn on, the liquid dripping and pouring into the red ceramic mug I placed there the night before. I guess I do need to pull myself out of bed, but my book is coming with me. As I walk down the hall toward the kitchen, the dog starts to wag. I smile to myself, loving the sounds of my lazy Saturday morning.
I admit I’m one of “those girls” who tries not to go out in public without looking semi-decent. Don’t get me wrong. Some days I have on no makeup, a t-shirt and jeans. But I do not (I repeat) do not go out in public in pajama pants.
I got home from a strenuous work week, and immediately changed into season-appropriate snowmen pajama pants. At that convenient time, my husband texted me that he was hungry at work. Since his shift switched to the late evening shift, he’d be eating cold leftovers every night if I weren’t super wife who brought him warm dinners. We have a deal though. Any time I want coffee at work, he’ll bring it to me if he’s off work. Any time he wants a hot dinner and not leftovers, I’ll bring them to him. Equally whipped.
I texted him back that I would bring him something from a drive through -not my proudest moment- and that I would text him when I got there, so he could come out and grab the meal. I also mentioned I was in pajama pants, and would not leave the car.
The car keys jingled, the dog raced to the front door, and we were off. I had a new song on the iPod I was loving, “Your Love is Better Than Life” by Steve Fee. I cranked that sucker up, and sang at the top of my lungs how much God loves me. I hardly noticed how it was payday weekend, and the roads were packed adding extra drive time to any distance. And then it happened. I looked down and noticed that the gas light was on. The same gas light that was on when I went to work this morning, when I drove to pay a bill this afternoon, and then drove home. The same gas light that was warning me that the tank was seriously almost out of gas this time, and I’d better act fast.
I was faced with a dreaded decision. Risk running out of gas in the snail-paced line of a fast food joint, or stepping out into public to put a few bucks in the tank. I chose the latter. And to my surprise, no one laughed at me or pointed at me snickering.
Believe me, I promise never to leave my house in pajama pants again, unless it’s past bed time, and I’m just going to take the dog for a quick trip around the block for one last chance to potty.
I will still judge others who enter civilization wearing pajama pants. I only did it once, and it was an emergency. I’d better not see myself in the next GLAMOUR magazine’s “Do’s and Don’ts” Don’t section.
Hello, world! Follow CreationDivine and together we will learn about God and his wonderful love for us. I am not a preacher or an expert, but I am a multi-hat-wearing, bible believing daughter of God, and I’m going to be learning about God during this experience, too.
Some of my hats:
-The aforementioned daughter of God
-Mid 20’s Military wife (he’s also a musician and my very own comedian)
-Housekeeper (my own house)
-Mommy of the funniest/weirdest dog
-Hopeful singer/songwriter (more so the first)
And the list goes on.
Let’s actively seek God, and learn of His richness and His favor.
“You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:13 NIV