…family photoshoot success. I’m gonna need more wall space.
…having patients that are actually sick and that I can actually help.
…free lunch provided by and eaten with the bosses, all while having relaxed conversation.
…audio books. Last week I listened to “The Book Thief.” This week it’s “We Bought a Zoo.”
…run endorphins. They beat all the other endorphins.
…family photoshoot success. I’m gonna need more wall space.
My parents love to give me gifts. They are pretty good at it too. I left their house last week with a case (a case!!) of my favorite pretzels. The list of carbs that I enjoy is very short – homemade popcorn and these pretzels. I’ve been struggling to find these particular pretzels in my area so my parents stocked my selves for the next few months.
But, back to the gifts.
I love getting gifts – on my birthday and Christmas. But there is something about random gifts given at other times of the year – they make me feel…different. Oh, I do enjoy being on the receiving end! But in a way – I feel guilty accepting them.
Maybe it is because I’ve built this view of myself as an “independent woman.” Maybe it’s because I have the ability and intent to buy (well…if I could find the pretzels here) these things myself so it isn’t like I need them to be given. Maybe it is because I’m an American and I just take pride in doing things myself.
Maybe it’s because I don’t feel worthy of the blessings of gifts. Maybe it’s because I feel guilty for not, in some way, “earning” the gifts.
I find that the same mindset is true of the gift of salvation. Or at least, it used to be.
I used to have a long list of things I did and believed in order to make myself “worthy” Christ’s sacrifice on the cross. I had received the gift of salvation, but I did not accept it as a gift. If that makes any sense at all.
Thanks to my parents, I’m learning that gifts are given, not because of my “worthiness,” but because I am loved. The givers – be it my parents or God – are simply giving me tangible expressions of that love. I’m learning not to just accept the gifts – but to receive them as well.
“I was not diving.”
“Yes, I am a rescue swimmer.”
“There was no alcohol involved.”
“That’s my blood. At least, it should be.” This was in response to a nurse pointing out that I had blood on my nose after I brought them a slightly bloody patient.
“No, you may not wrap my nose in gauze.”
“I don’t want you to touch it with an alcohol swab.”
“Nor can you wrap my glasses in gauze.”
“No, you may not use your knife to cut off the loose scab.”
…if teachers put their collective feet down and refused to spend their own money on items for their classrooms – would children stop learning?
…if companies stopped having benefits packages and instead passed that money on to the employees – would we use the extra money for retirement, health and life insurance, and disability plans; or would we spend it all?
…of the NTSB investigated and produced a written report on every car accident in which a child was killed or gravely injured; would parents start using carseats correctly?
…if my company actually got paid for all of the services we provide to the community; would I make as much as the average plumber?
My new apartment included a guest suit. Large room, large bathroom, large closet, and even a linen closet. Why do I think this is the guest suit when it sounds like a master? Because the large bathroom has an entrance through the living room. No master suit has access to the bathroom through the living room.
My intentions were to leave the guest suit for my guests. However, my brilliant mother was able to talk me into taking it over for myself.
I am now living in luxury.
My closet is so big that it is also my office and craft room.
No, I do not need more clothes. However, I might need more camera bags…
The linen closet? Running gear, swimming gear, shoes, and a few linens.
My running shoes are beginning to outnumber by Birkenstocks.
And the pesky living room door? No longer functional.
That nook made a nice little spot for my dresser…and my hamper.
I used to mock people for their large closets and bathrooms. But I could get used to this!
Many years ago, as my toes played with the edge of the cliff that was stepping away from the cult in which I’d been raised; I spent eleven weeks attending a PCA church in Dallas (the funny part of this story is that I was working for the cult at the time and they were taking me there every Sunday). It was there that I first heard the line “He is not safe, but he is very good.”
This, of course, is a paraphrase of a line in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe.
The context is describing Aslan. However, C.S. Lewis was a brilliant writer of allegory and this, of course, is referring to God.
It is a line that I have found to be very true in the years since.
So true, that I kinda want it as a tattoo. Except I can’t figure out where to put it. Also, I’d like to remain in my father’s will…
When I moved I found myself with a blank wall. I browsed Hobby Lobby for hours looking for the perfect piece of art. I found nothing.
It suddenly hit me that this spot was perfect for my favorite quote. However, I knew that I did not have the time or talent to create a masterpiece.
So I found myself pursuing Etsy looking for someone who could create what I wanted. My search ended when I found an artist that worked with found wood. We traded a few emails and she created exactly what I wanted.
Tattoo, no longer needed.
The best part of going back to school is buying supplies. Sadly, going to school online means no school supply list. Also, I’m kind of a school supply hoarder so…I don’t really need anything. I’ve been browsing the school supply aisle in Target for the last three weeks and, alas, I have purchased nothing for myself. I did, however, have a bit of fun buying some supplies and shipping them to my friends.
While I didn’t get to buy anything for myself, I did need to get my school supplies organized so that taking them to work (or down to the pool…) would be possible. So I dug through my stash and came up with this:
The most epic ring binder ever.
Why yes, that is my tablet nicely slid into that sleeve. Also, it has a shoulder strap.
Open it up and you find that there are two ring binders. And each side has its own special divider with pockets. Lots and lots of pockets.
The right side also has a pencil bag. Into which I put my happy colored pens.
The left side has a smaller pencil bag. In which I put an unsharpened pencil…I should probably use one of those pockets for a pencil sharpener…
I may be a little worried about starting school again, but I’m a little giddy about my travel “study space.”