even though there is a whole lot more i have to write in between the previous post and this next paragraph, i wanted to share it because well, frankly i think its a great paragraph and it holds the hope in my story.
Standing on a front porch, in the middle of November, barefoot we started talking, and we talked for the next three hours…about books, movies, life in general. I didn’t even think about my freezing cold feet, or how long we had been talking. All I could think about was the ease of conversation…the ease of just standing next to him. How is it that, even after three years I can remember our exact stance, I can remember the conversation not in detail but can remember the feeling that flowed through me during the conversation, I can even remember the cold air stinging our feet. Its memories like these that I wouldn’t give up for anything,…even if it meant never experiencing the pain that later would come. Because for once, for the first time in my life…this conversation is one that I would never walk away from, this friendship is one that I would never stop from forming, this relationship is one that I rejoice over its formation, this man Chase LP Snow, I am thankful was a part of my life.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
the long awaited next installment
Monday morning found me in my office, reading over notebooks of information, making out welcome cards and trying to adjust to a new life. Mid-day finds Levi in my office hanging out, talking to me. What was amazing was the ease of conversation and what was even more amazing was what happened about half way through the day. Levi was in the middle of telling a story and something starting stirring in my stomach. The stirring continued to flow up through my stomach and out my mouth…laughter-true, genuine laughter. I remember the feeling of tension releasing, of anxieties being lifted, of clouds clearing…all from one simple laugh. I never thought that I would laugh again; I thought that my days of contagious laughter were over…then Levi brought resurrected it. We continued the day with dinner. I have never felt so at ease, so comfortable with someone that quickly. Over dinner it was like we were just two old friends catching up instead of two strangers who just met. From the very moment Levi and I shock hands--a bond, a chemistry that is virtually impossible to describe, let alone explain, was formed. He made me laugh after months of not laughing and I would never be the same because of it.
It is a funny thing relationships…what is it that pulls people together or pushes others away? How is it possible for two complete strangers to experience a first encounter that is more like a reuniting of old friends? I have met hundreds of people in my life time and not one meeting has been the same. Some have been awkward and uncomfortable, where after the “hello my name is…this is what I do…” there is silence and both of us sit there and stare at each other hoping that someone else will soon come and save the two of us from this moment. There are people that I knew right away that I would be their friends and that they would become a part of who I am today. I have meet people who I wish hadn’t, people who I am glad I did, people who I am pleasantly surprised by, people who have faded from my memory. Community, a place to love and be loved, I believe is at the very core of the human race --its what drives and motivates us. Whether we admit it or fight against it, we all crave community, all crave relationship, we all crave that one person who gets your very existence. It is a safe bet to say that I will never understand or grasp how friendship forms between one person to another but I know that other people have played a part in writing who I am today.
It is hard to put into words how the friendship with Levi and I grew and shaped itself. In the beginning it was nice to have someone who just made me laugh. Slowly it grew from innocent laughter to deep conversations. From deep conversations to me sitting in his room listening to him read to me. The reading thing started when the two of us were hanging out at a book store and he started talking about a book he liked. The next thing I know he has gotten the book from the shelf and started reading to me. It may sound silly but I felt so cherished in those moments. It was our thing and no one could take that from us.
One night changed our friendship and sent us down a road that was far more dangerous than we ever thought possible. Levi and I were talking on the phone one night after I had gotten back from a wedding. After a while he said, “Meet me in town.” I knew that if I went, something significant was going to happen. I knew the right thing and the safe thing to do was to stay home, to say goodnight. God was giving me the out, the signal to tap out and all would be saved. But the words that came out of my mouth were not, “No, I don’t think so.” But instead, “Okay, see you soon.” Getting out of my car that night was exciting, I knew this was the point of no return. He held my hand for the first time; and even though I knew it was wrong, when he asked if it was okay, I said , “Yes.” I wanted to be close to him, I wanted to hold his hand. I wanted to be known by someone. After several hours of walking around and talking to one another we made our way back the our cars. In the moment of saying goodbye to him I knew, I could still walk away and maintain just a friendship with him. But instead of simply getting into my car I looked up into Levi’s eyes. Our first kiss was… to be completely cliché, magic. I knew that Levi was special and I knew that this was something…that could have been wonderful had we waited to awaken it.
It is a funny thing relationships…what is it that pulls people together or pushes others away? How is it possible for two complete strangers to experience a first encounter that is more like a reuniting of old friends? I have met hundreds of people in my life time and not one meeting has been the same. Some have been awkward and uncomfortable, where after the “hello my name is…this is what I do…” there is silence and both of us sit there and stare at each other hoping that someone else will soon come and save the two of us from this moment. There are people that I knew right away that I would be their friends and that they would become a part of who I am today. I have meet people who I wish hadn’t, people who I am glad I did, people who I am pleasantly surprised by, people who have faded from my memory. Community, a place to love and be loved, I believe is at the very core of the human race --its what drives and motivates us. Whether we admit it or fight against it, we all crave community, all crave relationship, we all crave that one person who gets your very existence. It is a safe bet to say that I will never understand or grasp how friendship forms between one person to another but I know that other people have played a part in writing who I am today.
It is hard to put into words how the friendship with Levi and I grew and shaped itself. In the beginning it was nice to have someone who just made me laugh. Slowly it grew from innocent laughter to deep conversations. From deep conversations to me sitting in his room listening to him read to me. The reading thing started when the two of us were hanging out at a book store and he started talking about a book he liked. The next thing I know he has gotten the book from the shelf and started reading to me. It may sound silly but I felt so cherished in those moments. It was our thing and no one could take that from us.
One night changed our friendship and sent us down a road that was far more dangerous than we ever thought possible. Levi and I were talking on the phone one night after I had gotten back from a wedding. After a while he said, “Meet me in town.” I knew that if I went, something significant was going to happen. I knew the right thing and the safe thing to do was to stay home, to say goodnight. God was giving me the out, the signal to tap out and all would be saved. But the words that came out of my mouth were not, “No, I don’t think so.” But instead, “Okay, see you soon.” Getting out of my car that night was exciting, I knew this was the point of no return. He held my hand for the first time; and even though I knew it was wrong, when he asked if it was okay, I said , “Yes.” I wanted to be close to him, I wanted to hold his hand. I wanted to be known by someone. After several hours of walking around and talking to one another we made our way back the our cars. In the moment of saying goodbye to him I knew, I could still walk away and maintain just a friendship with him. But instead of simply getting into my car I looked up into Levi’s eyes. Our first kiss was… to be completely cliché, magic. I knew that Levi was special and I knew that this was something…that could have been wonderful had we waited to awaken it.
Friday, January 27, 2012
"I am READY!"
A revelation that has been stirring up inside of me for the past few months is one two folds. The first is how much Jesus loves me and the second is how He gives me all I need to accomplish the task and that the task has purpose!
The second fold has been much harder for me to grasp and believe. When I get up everyday, pull my khakis on grab a red shirt from the ground and lace up my worn out tennis shoes, its hard for me to see the purpose in it all. I walk out the door thinking about my education, wondering how am I going to use my knowledge of Shakespeare and Fitzgerald going to help me pick up shoes? How is knowing how to create a sentence and research a topic going to help me answer the same questions day in a day out? I know that God has a plan and a purpose for everything but really, how is working in this job bringing His purpose? A few months ago, God started working on humbling my heart, and speaking truth into these places where I allowed the enemy to place his lies. The truth that God first spoke to me is in Jeremiah chapter 29. First I just have to say that if you think your job is hard, read Jeremiah who for most of his life had to tell people really bad news from the Lord and then get beaten or thrown into prison because of it. I mean, picking up shows is awesome in light of Jeremiah's job! In chapter 29 Jeremiah is telling God's people that they are in exile and will be there for a while. Instead of whining and complaining about and wondering when they would be released God desires for them to put down roots, get married, have children and marry off you children. He is basically saying, live life and really live life because you will be here for while...70 years to be exact.
God says, "For I know the plans that I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call up Me and come and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart. I will be found by you declares the Lord and I will restore your fortunes and will gather you from all the nations and from all the places where I have driven you, declares the Lord, and I will bring you back to the place from where I sent you into exile. Jeremiah 29:11-14
What stands out to me is that first God has a plan. God doesn't go into a situation without a full game plan. And with that plan His desire is to bring you future and a hope. Also, God's plan ALWAYS includes us drawing closer to Him, for us to call on His name. His ultimate desire is for us to know Him, to know Him in a new way and call on His name. Through His plan, His calling, His direction he desires us to search Him and fully know in that situation. In the end of these verses God gives His people a promise, a promise that exile will end and on the other side He will restore all that was lost, God will bring His people back to Himself. When we are sent into exile we will always come out on the other side, stronger and fuller than when we went into it...when we spend our exile searching out God!
When I read these verses a few months ago I realized something, I was in a sort of exile in this job. My job I have right now is not a permanent job, my life's calling is not to pick shoes up for the rest if it. No, God has sent me into this place for a purpose, and that purpose involves prosperity, hope and a future. Also, in this exile He desires to know me even more, from me to cling to Him, to seek Him out and search with all my heart His direction, His love and His provision. God has reminded me how awesome a provider He is. I have a job when so many do not. I am able to work and help our household get out of debt. If that was the only reason, shouldn't that be enough? The truth is some days it is enough but most days its not. I have struggled with feeling inadequate and worthless. I see people's reaction and hear their tone when I tell them where I work. I have struggled with feeling then need to validate and justify my reasoning behind my choice of employment. Can I just stop here and say, WHO CARES WHERE YOU WORK!!!!! It has been a long journey with God to feel good about myself especially when I am surrounded by all of these amazingly successful people. In the world's eyes, yes what I do is menial and most days I am treated that way by the community. But through God's eyes, MAN!!! He is bragging on me in Heaven. He is saying, "Look at Amy, look at how well she is picking up those shoes. Look how great of a job she is doing. Look at how well she helped that person. Look at the joy she brought to her co-worker. Look at her singing while she folds clothes. Man, I love this girl...she is so AWESOME!!!! And you know what, no matter what you are doing, whether its working in a big corporation to "important things", or taking someone's order, or teaching a student, or training your child how to use the potty God is saying, "Look at my child, Look at how Awesome she (or he) is! I love her! I am so Proud of her! Did you see how well she handled that situation? "
If I am honest I don't always go into work feeling the purpose that God has for me but the truth is, He has a greater purpose than I can ever imagine. I try everyday to walk out that purpose and I know one day, I will walk out of "exile" into a new calling and a new purpose and I will walk into my future with hope and prosperity.
The second fold has been much harder for me to grasp and believe. When I get up everyday, pull my khakis on grab a red shirt from the ground and lace up my worn out tennis shoes, its hard for me to see the purpose in it all. I walk out the door thinking about my education, wondering how am I going to use my knowledge of Shakespeare and Fitzgerald going to help me pick up shoes? How is knowing how to create a sentence and research a topic going to help me answer the same questions day in a day out? I know that God has a plan and a purpose for everything but really, how is working in this job bringing His purpose? A few months ago, God started working on humbling my heart, and speaking truth into these places where I allowed the enemy to place his lies. The truth that God first spoke to me is in Jeremiah chapter 29. First I just have to say that if you think your job is hard, read Jeremiah who for most of his life had to tell people really bad news from the Lord and then get beaten or thrown into prison because of it. I mean, picking up shows is awesome in light of Jeremiah's job! In chapter 29 Jeremiah is telling God's people that they are in exile and will be there for a while. Instead of whining and complaining about and wondering when they would be released God desires for them to put down roots, get married, have children and marry off you children. He is basically saying, live life and really live life because you will be here for while...70 years to be exact.
God says, "For I know the plans that I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call up Me and come and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart. I will be found by you declares the Lord and I will restore your fortunes and will gather you from all the nations and from all the places where I have driven you, declares the Lord, and I will bring you back to the place from where I sent you into exile. Jeremiah 29:11-14
What stands out to me is that first God has a plan. God doesn't go into a situation without a full game plan. And with that plan His desire is to bring you future and a hope. Also, God's plan ALWAYS includes us drawing closer to Him, for us to call on His name. His ultimate desire is for us to know Him, to know Him in a new way and call on His name. Through His plan, His calling, His direction he desires us to search Him and fully know in that situation. In the end of these verses God gives His people a promise, a promise that exile will end and on the other side He will restore all that was lost, God will bring His people back to Himself. When we are sent into exile we will always come out on the other side, stronger and fuller than when we went into it...when we spend our exile searching out God!
When I read these verses a few months ago I realized something, I was in a sort of exile in this job. My job I have right now is not a permanent job, my life's calling is not to pick shoes up for the rest if it. No, God has sent me into this place for a purpose, and that purpose involves prosperity, hope and a future. Also, in this exile He desires to know me even more, from me to cling to Him, to seek Him out and search with all my heart His direction, His love and His provision. God has reminded me how awesome a provider He is. I have a job when so many do not. I am able to work and help our household get out of debt. If that was the only reason, shouldn't that be enough? The truth is some days it is enough but most days its not. I have struggled with feeling inadequate and worthless. I see people's reaction and hear their tone when I tell them where I work. I have struggled with feeling then need to validate and justify my reasoning behind my choice of employment. Can I just stop here and say, WHO CARES WHERE YOU WORK!!!!! It has been a long journey with God to feel good about myself especially when I am surrounded by all of these amazingly successful people. In the world's eyes, yes what I do is menial and most days I am treated that way by the community. But through God's eyes, MAN!!! He is bragging on me in Heaven. He is saying, "Look at Amy, look at how well she is picking up those shoes. Look how great of a job she is doing. Look at how well she helped that person. Look at the joy she brought to her co-worker. Look at her singing while she folds clothes. Man, I love this girl...she is so AWESOME!!!! And you know what, no matter what you are doing, whether its working in a big corporation to "important things", or taking someone's order, or teaching a student, or training your child how to use the potty God is saying, "Look at my child, Look at how Awesome she (or he) is! I love her! I am so Proud of her! Did you see how well she handled that situation? "
If I am honest I don't always go into work feeling the purpose that God has for me but the truth is, He has a greater purpose than I can ever imagine. I try everyday to walk out that purpose and I know one day, I will walk out of "exile" into a new calling and a new purpose and I will walk into my future with hope and prosperity.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Late Night...
I am learning that each day is filled with "Lets just laugh at that" kind of moments. What I mean by that, is there are times when the enemy speaks lies and hurtful things into our lives. We have two choices, we can either except it as truth and allow the lie to gain grown and grow roots or we can disregard it for the lie it truly is. The best way I have found is to laugh at the lie in its face. No, I did not come up with this idea on my own. I learned this exercise from two very wise teachers. This practice may seem rather strange and you may be laughing at me right now, but trust me when have you ever felt worse after a laughing fit? Laughter truly brings joy to the soul.
Today I had someone tell me something that was not well very nice and was not true. It is not all that important what was said, just that the one sided conversation was one that most people would never have to someone's face. In the moment, I felt my anger rising and all I wanted to do was yell back at this person, however by the grace of God I held my tongue and said virtually nothing. Afterwards, I sort of just started at the phone in wonder that that really just happened. Now, I could have justifiably gotten angry but honestly what good was that going to do? So instead...I laughed. And every time I thought about the event I chuckled to myself. So, instead of bring me down, I found joy and life in the situation.
This may not make a whole lot of sense and I am fairly sure it doesn't but I wanted to pass on the spirit of laughter. It truly is a wonder medicine. I am so tired right now that honestly I should be curled up in bed but for some reason, my keyboard was calling to my fingers to type and a longing inside of me to write something beautiful and inspiring filled my soul. Now, the fact that this is what came out, for that I am truly sorry. On the up side, there are only like two of you that actually read my blogs so I will only confuse a small amount :) Or maybe I will make you laugh, which in turn was the true purpose of this whole thing in the first place.
Today I had someone tell me something that was not well very nice and was not true. It is not all that important what was said, just that the one sided conversation was one that most people would never have to someone's face. In the moment, I felt my anger rising and all I wanted to do was yell back at this person, however by the grace of God I held my tongue and said virtually nothing. Afterwards, I sort of just started at the phone in wonder that that really just happened. Now, I could have justifiably gotten angry but honestly what good was that going to do? So instead...I laughed. And every time I thought about the event I chuckled to myself. So, instead of bring me down, I found joy and life in the situation.
This may not make a whole lot of sense and I am fairly sure it doesn't but I wanted to pass on the spirit of laughter. It truly is a wonder medicine. I am so tired right now that honestly I should be curled up in bed but for some reason, my keyboard was calling to my fingers to type and a longing inside of me to write something beautiful and inspiring filled my soul. Now, the fact that this is what came out, for that I am truly sorry. On the up side, there are only like two of you that actually read my blogs so I will only confuse a small amount :) Or maybe I will make you laugh, which in turn was the true purpose of this whole thing in the first place.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
courageous
Michael and I went and saw the movie "Courageous" tonight and I was blown away! I love that it tackled the issue of fatherhood and the importance of a father in a child's life. I highly recommend it, yes there are a few cheesy moments but the script is great, the acting is good, the cinematography is good and the message is awesome!
You know we are all called to be courageous not just men, not just fathers. I was thinking about courage on the drive home and what it means, and what it looks like. Courage is defined as the quality of mind or spirit that enables a person to face difficulty, danger, pain, etc., without fear; bravery. (www.dictionary.com) For me courage was today, asking our waiter if I could share my 30 second testimony...as homework for class. For some that may not sound like a big deal but to me actually opening my mouth and sharing or really asking if I could share was a huge step of faith for me. I knew I had to so I could have my assignment done for class but more than that I knew I had to in order to break off fear of sharing the gospel. Its such a funny thing, I talk to people all day everyday, interrupting their day to see if I can help them. And in those moments, I have no fear. The words simply come out of my mouth, I don't even have to think about them. I think back to my first day though...and that was the case. I was scared out of my mind to ask partly because I knew I wouldn't actually be able to answer the question, but more so because it was such a foreign concept for me. Now 3 and half years later, I walk into work and the moment I am clocked in till I clock out I am talking and answering questions.
Right now, sharing the gospel, sharing God's truth to people is like my first day at work. I am so scared to just open my mouth and start talking. Its funny because in Texas everyone talks to everyone no matter where you are or what you are doing. Its such a natural thing to do yet, I my mouth losses all functionality when I go to share Jesus with someone. So today, when I asked our waiter I felt a piece of that fear get chipped away and I have faith and hope that one day, sharing how God has changed my life will become second nature and I won't even have to think about what I am doing but I will just start doing it.
I got a picture of community as I was just writing. Today at lunch, I wasn't alone, I had my husband sitting next to me and two amazing friends across from me. They I know where praying for and cheering my on on the inside. You know, its really hard to have courage when you are alone. Knowing that I had back up pushed me forward, pushed me share, pushed me to be courageous. "For I did not give you a spirit of fear, but one of power, love and a sound mind" 2 Timothy 1:7
You know we are all called to be courageous not just men, not just fathers. I was thinking about courage on the drive home and what it means, and what it looks like. Courage is defined as the quality of mind or spirit that enables a person to face difficulty, danger, pain, etc., without fear; bravery. (www.dictionary.com) For me courage was today, asking our waiter if I could share my 30 second testimony...as homework for class. For some that may not sound like a big deal but to me actually opening my mouth and sharing or really asking if I could share was a huge step of faith for me. I knew I had to so I could have my assignment done for class but more than that I knew I had to in order to break off fear of sharing the gospel. Its such a funny thing, I talk to people all day everyday, interrupting their day to see if I can help them. And in those moments, I have no fear. The words simply come out of my mouth, I don't even have to think about them. I think back to my first day though...and that was the case. I was scared out of my mind to ask partly because I knew I wouldn't actually be able to answer the question, but more so because it was such a foreign concept for me. Now 3 and half years later, I walk into work and the moment I am clocked in till I clock out I am talking and answering questions.
Right now, sharing the gospel, sharing God's truth to people is like my first day at work. I am so scared to just open my mouth and start talking. Its funny because in Texas everyone talks to everyone no matter where you are or what you are doing. Its such a natural thing to do yet, I my mouth losses all functionality when I go to share Jesus with someone. So today, when I asked our waiter I felt a piece of that fear get chipped away and I have faith and hope that one day, sharing how God has changed my life will become second nature and I won't even have to think about what I am doing but I will just start doing it.
I got a picture of community as I was just writing. Today at lunch, I wasn't alone, I had my husband sitting next to me and two amazing friends across from me. They I know where praying for and cheering my on on the inside. You know, its really hard to have courage when you are alone. Knowing that I had back up pushed me forward, pushed me share, pushed me to be courageous. "For I did not give you a spirit of fear, but one of power, love and a sound mind" 2 Timothy 1:7
Saturday, October 1, 2011
just thoughts...
Even though it is late, and I have to get up ridiculously early I still had the desire to just hear my fingers moving on the keys of my keyboard. Have you ever had that desire? Every time I watch "You Got Mail" I come away with this immense desire to type and create something. Tonight, I was talking to the lady who is a writer/editor. Every time I meet someone who writes my husband always says, "Oh, Amy is a writer too." And then I get the question, "Oh...what do you write?" I stare like a deer in headlights having no idea how to respond to that question. So I stammer and fidget and blurt out something along the lines of, "Umm...you know, I'm not a "writer" actually, I have a style like you know, ummm Donald Miller...umm I write blogs..." And whoever it is stares nods their heads politely and say, "Oh, that's cool..." Then awkward silence...staring around and me longing to be anywhere then in that moment.
What makes someone a "writer"? Is it a paycheck, people knowing who you are and reading your stuff, is it being published? Sure, its all of those things but is it more than that?
Did you know that if you are rude to worker at a store the likely hood that moments after your rudeness they are conversing with at least one of his or her fellow co-workers about you is about oh 100%? Yes you are probably walking away in frustration but they are laughing about the ridiculousness of your frustration :) Laughing is the only way to make it through each day working in retail. Its highly frustrating and stressful, but when you have great co-workers that you can talk to it makes the day so much better. You know what I love, is when someone gets so excited over me helping her find what she was looking for...I have actually had someone hug me because I found her the shorts she needed. I also love when people apologize when they know they are being overly obnoxious or tell me I am doing a great job. I am a firm believer that everyone should have to work in a restaurant and in retail at least once in their lives because until you do...you just don't understand that when its busy your food is going to take longer. You just don't understand that we seriously don't have control over what is in stock and whats not and if we don't have...well we are really sorry but we don't have and there is NOTHING we can do about except say, we are sorry. I know everyone has their own opinions on this subject but you know sometimes I wish employees had a survey they could fill out about the people that shop at the store and those they encountered. We could rave about the awesome mom who apologized for her child spilling her drink but helped clean it up. We could thank the kind old man who always jokes with you when you see him and his wife walking laps. Seriously I see this cute old couple at least once a week and when I ask if they need anything he more times than not says, "How about I do your work and you can walk for me." Or we could say to the person that comes in on Saturday night furious that we don't have something in stock that has been on sale all week, "Its Saturday...its been on sale since Sunday...its not our fault when you came into the store." You know, I'm not really a mean person and I don't really care to share all of the negative things that people do and say to me and my fellow workers. Because even though it could fill up ten thousand pages and we could laugh a little the honest truth is, some of those things would make you cry and cringe that a human being would be that way to another human being.
So this is my challenge to all of you (all two of you that actually read my blog :) ) the next time you are in a store or in a restaurant tell who ever waits on you or checks you out or helps you find something...tell them thank you, tell them that they are doing a great job. Honestly it will make their day and they will go back to their co-workers and say, "I just had the nicest customer...."
What makes someone a "writer"? Is it a paycheck, people knowing who you are and reading your stuff, is it being published? Sure, its all of those things but is it more than that?
Did you know that if you are rude to worker at a store the likely hood that moments after your rudeness they are conversing with at least one of his or her fellow co-workers about you is about oh 100%? Yes you are probably walking away in frustration but they are laughing about the ridiculousness of your frustration :) Laughing is the only way to make it through each day working in retail. Its highly frustrating and stressful, but when you have great co-workers that you can talk to it makes the day so much better. You know what I love, is when someone gets so excited over me helping her find what she was looking for...I have actually had someone hug me because I found her the shorts she needed. I also love when people apologize when they know they are being overly obnoxious or tell me I am doing a great job. I am a firm believer that everyone should have to work in a restaurant and in retail at least once in their lives because until you do...you just don't understand that when its busy your food is going to take longer. You just don't understand that we seriously don't have control over what is in stock and whats not and if we don't have...well we are really sorry but we don't have and there is NOTHING we can do about except say, we are sorry. I know everyone has their own opinions on this subject but you know sometimes I wish employees had a survey they could fill out about the people that shop at the store and those they encountered. We could rave about the awesome mom who apologized for her child spilling her drink but helped clean it up. We could thank the kind old man who always jokes with you when you see him and his wife walking laps. Seriously I see this cute old couple at least once a week and when I ask if they need anything he more times than not says, "How about I do your work and you can walk for me." Or we could say to the person that comes in on Saturday night furious that we don't have something in stock that has been on sale all week, "Its Saturday...its been on sale since Sunday...its not our fault when you came into the store." You know, I'm not really a mean person and I don't really care to share all of the negative things that people do and say to me and my fellow workers. Because even though it could fill up ten thousand pages and we could laugh a little the honest truth is, some of those things would make you cry and cringe that a human being would be that way to another human being.
So this is my challenge to all of you (all two of you that actually read my blog :) ) the next time you are in a store or in a restaurant tell who ever waits on you or checks you out or helps you find something...tell them thank you, tell them that they are doing a great job. Honestly it will make their day and they will go back to their co-workers and say, "I just had the nicest customer...."
Saturday, July 23, 2011
No Bake Cookies...and a little bit more
Tonight as I was making No Bake Cookies, I experienced very clear flash backs of my child hood--me standing over the stove stirring melted butter, sugar, milk and cocoa waiting in anticipation for the mixture to boil. I remember standing in the kitchen-that is now the laundry room- stirring and I remember being worried because even though I knew what to do, my mom was not standing behind me watching, giving advice. I remember calling for her...knowing that I could do it but wanting her there just the same. How do I remember this? And how is it that this particular day is so etched into my memory?
Tonight I had all the confidence in the world, I knew exactly what to do and I didn't worry about getting the vanilla and oats in quick enough...I knew it would all turn out great. But you know what? Tonight as I sat down eating the success of my labor, I would have given anything--even my confidence to be 11 years old again calling for my mom to help me finish the cookies...or just stand by me reassuring me that they would turn out great.
Its a funny thing getting older and I know its been said so many times in various ways but...Why is it that as a child and a teenager all we think and dream about is what the future holds and we can't wait to get there, and then when we finally arrive all we can think and dream about is the ease of childhood. Those carefree summer days of waiting around all day for 3 o'clock for "Saved by the Bell" to come on, the anticipation of Friday nights to come just because it meant that TGIF would be on and two hours of "Boy Meets World" "Family Matter" "Sabrina the Teenage Witch" and "Step by Step" would fill the night. The anticipation of starting school, of going clothes shopping and longingly looking at my new clothes hanging in my closet and living in anticipation for the day that I would get to where my new clothes. The days of playing outside, running through the sprinklers, of roller blading, of reading, of doing homework, of cleaning the kitchen with my brother...those days are days I wouldn't mind living over again.
I am not saying that I don't love my life or that I am stuck in the past but as technology is filling every aspect of our lives even taking the place of real books, I miss the days before cell phones, before Netflix, before internet, before the Wi, Xbox and all those other consoles, before a gallon of gas was more than a meal at Wendy's, before digital cameras and before Ipods Ipads and all other I-related technology. I am jealous for the children growing up today because most of them will never know what it means to use their imagination, to build a fort in their granddad's truck and pretend that they are international spies. I am jealous for them because they don't have good television that presents good family morals. I am jealous for them because they will never know what its like to anticipate coming home and walking to the answering machine and seeing there are messages and hoping one of them was a friend calling to say hello.
I have no idea what brought on all of this except maybe the No Bake Cookies. And maybe because Michael and I have been looking at ways to cut expenses. You know there was a time when I didn't have a cell phone, Netflix or Internet yet now that we have them I think I can't live without it. Even though having a cell phone is still a semi-new thing for me (okay I guess 5 years isn't so new but still...) I believe that without it I would never be able to get a hold of anyone and vice-versa. But when I think more about it...what freedom would come to Michael and I without it! And we would get to welcome back the wonderful anticipation of coming home to see if anyone called :) And then there's Netflix...which lets be honest is a wonderful thing but it has only been in my life for a few months and since it has been there I have watched more TV in the past months than I have in about two years. It has become Michael and I's go to activity. We have prided ourselves in the fact that we don't have cable but between Hulu and Netflix we probably watch just as much television as the next American family. Now I am not trying say that watching TV is wrong...I really enjoy it but who needs 4 hours or more everyday, of every week? How am I advancing the Kingdom of God, advancing my family and advancing my mind?
So, I really just started out wanted to talk about how I missed my mom and my dad and my parents house and being kid. I want to live simply and enjoy the simpleness of No Bake Cookies. Really the rest all comes from the place that I wish I lived more like I did when I was a kid...enjoying life each day because well, its another day filled with adventures, anticipation, good friends and good cookies.
Tonight I had all the confidence in the world, I knew exactly what to do and I didn't worry about getting the vanilla and oats in quick enough...I knew it would all turn out great. But you know what? Tonight as I sat down eating the success of my labor, I would have given anything--even my confidence to be 11 years old again calling for my mom to help me finish the cookies...or just stand by me reassuring me that they would turn out great.
Its a funny thing getting older and I know its been said so many times in various ways but...Why is it that as a child and a teenager all we think and dream about is what the future holds and we can't wait to get there, and then when we finally arrive all we can think and dream about is the ease of childhood. Those carefree summer days of waiting around all day for 3 o'clock for "Saved by the Bell" to come on, the anticipation of Friday nights to come just because it meant that TGIF would be on and two hours of "Boy Meets World" "Family Matter" "Sabrina the Teenage Witch" and "Step by Step" would fill the night. The anticipation of starting school, of going clothes shopping and longingly looking at my new clothes hanging in my closet and living in anticipation for the day that I would get to where my new clothes. The days of playing outside, running through the sprinklers, of roller blading, of reading, of doing homework, of cleaning the kitchen with my brother...those days are days I wouldn't mind living over again.
I am not saying that I don't love my life or that I am stuck in the past but as technology is filling every aspect of our lives even taking the place of real books, I miss the days before cell phones, before Netflix, before internet, before the Wi, Xbox and all those other consoles, before a gallon of gas was more than a meal at Wendy's, before digital cameras and before Ipods Ipads and all other I-related technology. I am jealous for the children growing up today because most of them will never know what it means to use their imagination, to build a fort in their granddad's truck and pretend that they are international spies. I am jealous for them because they don't have good television that presents good family morals. I am jealous for them because they will never know what its like to anticipate coming home and walking to the answering machine and seeing there are messages and hoping one of them was a friend calling to say hello.
I have no idea what brought on all of this except maybe the No Bake Cookies. And maybe because Michael and I have been looking at ways to cut expenses. You know there was a time when I didn't have a cell phone, Netflix or Internet yet now that we have them I think I can't live without it. Even though having a cell phone is still a semi-new thing for me (okay I guess 5 years isn't so new but still...) I believe that without it I would never be able to get a hold of anyone and vice-versa. But when I think more about it...what freedom would come to Michael and I without it! And we would get to welcome back the wonderful anticipation of coming home to see if anyone called :) And then there's Netflix...which lets be honest is a wonderful thing but it has only been in my life for a few months and since it has been there I have watched more TV in the past months than I have in about two years. It has become Michael and I's go to activity. We have prided ourselves in the fact that we don't have cable but between Hulu and Netflix we probably watch just as much television as the next American family. Now I am not trying say that watching TV is wrong...I really enjoy it but who needs 4 hours or more everyday, of every week? How am I advancing the Kingdom of God, advancing my family and advancing my mind?
So, I really just started out wanted to talk about how I missed my mom and my dad and my parents house and being kid. I want to live simply and enjoy the simpleness of No Bake Cookies. Really the rest all comes from the place that I wish I lived more like I did when I was a kid...enjoying life each day because well, its another day filled with adventures, anticipation, good friends and good cookies.
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