Apparently if I am not online regularly, I don't know what to write about. Or perhaps it's that the last, almost seventy-two hours now have been a blur of activity. One good thing is that at least I don't feel defeated by wasted time at the end of the day. Whatever isn't finished isn't finished because there really wasn't enough time to get it done. I am not beating myself up anymore.
I am, however, still quite distracted enough to go to a meeting at church and leave eggs boiling on the stove..with my unattended and unaware children....who are now in danger of eggs-grenades shooting off in our kitchen.
I can't make this stuff up folks.
In the meantime my children also conspired to give us $80 towards our upcoming mission trip...of their own money. With not the slightest bit of hint or urging from either one of us.
Some days you thank God above from the depths of your heart that maybe just maybe you might doing one thing a little bit right. And I do know that the only reason that's at all possible is that He shellacs my life in so much grace it looks good.
I'm just a plain mess underneath all that.
There are moments that I intensely miss that numbing familiarity of just sliding into the online community. Fortunately my many wonderful friends are supplying me with lovely little text lifelines (And I don't like my phone anywhere NEAR enough for that to become an addiction. It is also not a smart phone so I am not cheating with it). It's not the community that I miss the most (sad, but true, though I do definitely miss the people I commune with) but the ability to disconnect and disengage.
I don't really think that's a very pretty truth about myself.
I have almost finished one entire beanie hat for my oldest and the youngers are clamoring behind for me to make one for them. I don't know how long I've been planning to do that, but there was "never enough time." Or I was too unengaged to do something I actually enjoy to create something for people I claim to be willing to sacrifice anything for. Actions > words. Hard math indeed.
I told you I was a mess, yes?
I'm going to go ahead and mention this here because my offline time is going to carry me well into mission trip money raising time. I am going to be doing another $5 drive to raise the $700 needed for my trip (now $660 thanks to my truly amazing children. I have mentioned they are so phenomenal I can't find words to adequately explain how that gesture squeezed my heart.) To date, there has never been a year that $5 at a time hasn't more than paid for my trip and then spilled over to bless other missionaries on our team. If you read and enjoy, and have a heart for the lost, or understand why I want to pack my bags with small native American children and bring them home, or are unable to comprehend a nation that doesn't have a word for hope, I would be blessed if you helped. Please, do not feel one bit of obligation. Let the Holy Spirit prompt it; I won't guilt it. Details will follow in another blog soon ( and I have paypal...give me a woot-woot!) I'm challenging my minimalist self to put my money where my mouth is and pack in one carry on sized bag. You'll be hearing more about that as well.
I have dinner to finish. I spent my time not-online time making most of it ahead. There are some definite perks to relearning living.