måndag, januari 31, 2005

À la folie... pas du tout


Tiffany and I watched this French movie the other night and were quite impressed, though a little disturbed. Being that the main character is the same, sweet girl from Amelie, it is a bit upsetting to find her playing an erotomanic (a psychological disorder in which the afflicted relentlessly pursues the notion that the object of his/her affection reciprocates his/her romantic feelings and/or fantasies).
Oui, oui, highly recommended.



tisdag, januari 25, 2005

holy welch's


I'm still being squeezed in the winepress, finding out that I really have nothing to lean on here on earth. I'm driving a car that sometimes has heat and uses a quarter of a tank a day, the accident has put my financial situation in the crapper, I'm living off of tupperwared leftovers from Sunday dinners at my parents' house, I'm leading a high school girls Bible study where I have to depend totally on God to move because I know I have nothing to offer. I'm painting a dim picture here, but in truth, this is great. I am being stretched and pulled and praying constantly that God makes me whom I am supposed to be. Now that almost everything has been scraped off, I feel like God has direct access to my foundation. I'm asking him to pull and prod at all of my weak spots and then firmly plant in permanent discipline, strength and security. It's painful to be reworked like that, but in the process Jesus becomes everything to you and the rewards of that are amazing.



fredag, januari 14, 2005

Sure, the World Wide Web is great. But you, you make me salvivate. Yes, I love technology. But not as much as you, you see. But I still love technology. Always and forever.
What a week. The best I can describe my state right now is "stripped bare." Let me walk you through the events between January 7, 2004 - January 14, 2004. On Friday I broke it off with Asa. If you didn't know we were dating, my apologies - I'm not as chatty-mcchattery as I should be. What had happened was that the weaknesses in our characters had begun to come out and were feeding upon each other in a very unhealthy way, encouraging a lot of frustration and unhappiness. Breaking it off wasn't done to give up on the relationship, though. What's happening now is that we're retreating back to God (where we should have already been) and asking him to heal up our broken pieces, change us and define our relationship daily. We may always just be friends. We might date again. We're letting God decide.
In the midst of all that emotional turbulation and hurting another stellar event occured: I got in a bad car accident and totaled my car. Unmarked intersection. My Saturn and a big, fat truck met in the middle. No fault for both. Squished, crinkled, mass of purple plastic and metal.
So I am left right now clinging to Jesus like I have maybe never done before. As my life is plainly poured out, it seems that all of my flaws and also strengths are clearly shown. I am desperately asking God to change me permanently; to make me whom I am supposed to be. And for that hope I have the greatest joy and excitement. What I feel right now is the peaceful pain.
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
a broken spirit and contrite heart
O God, you will not despise.
Psalm 51:17



tisdag, januari 04, 2005

Holy Crappers
Christmas and New Year's Eve are already over. While the festivities were all fun and enjoyable, I guess I'll have to cross my fingers for figgy pudding next year. Here are the facts on my holiday celebrations:
Most delicioso food eaten: lamb shanks
Worst (or maybe best??) white elephant gift exchanged this season: enema equipment
Number of needles left on our Christmas tree by New Year's: 12
Number of people I know who suffered the yarking stomach flu by New Year's: 6
Remarkable improvement of this holiday season: I moved from the kids' tables to the vast feasting area of the grown-ups