So I'm getting ready to make dinner. Have I mentioned that I actually really like to cook if it can be something creative and I can try new things? Or if I can make something that will present nicely. I'm making vegetable pasta, served with chicken, in a sundried tomato pesto tonight. Should nicely satisfy my chicken craving, and can be cooked without turning on the oven, which, in this heat is a major plus!
Then, I'm going to spend the evening watching movies and pampering myself. I bought new nail polish. I think I'll do my toes, and maybe my fingers too. I may do some scrapbooking while I watch the movies, but we'll see how lazy I'm feeling, or how motivated to do anything. I'll probably round the evening out with chocolate of some sort, and reading a favorite novel.
Does any of this sound appealing? Give me a call and come on over! My plans are not set in stone, and can easily include one or many others!
Friday, July 14, 2006
Coming soon.
I need to take the time to sit down and write an entire post. This has been an interesting week, filled with some realizations that are not necessarily easy, but will hopefully have positive results. I don't have time to write it now, though, because I'm off to work my last shift for the week. (I may also have a new job by the end of today...)
In the meantime, if you want some fun reading, read Marty's update on their trip to Russia. Made me smile this morning, and reminded me again to keep praying for her as God asked me months ago to commit to pray regularly for Kari (married to Marty) - the things that are on her heart, the people and causes she loves on are huge, and I love that I get to lift her in prayer as she does it.
Back tonight or tomorrow. An entire Saturday off (and most of Sunday too - just a concert to attend Sunday night) - anybody want to hang out?
In the meantime, if you want some fun reading, read Marty's update on their trip to Russia. Made me smile this morning, and reminded me again to keep praying for her as God asked me months ago to commit to pray regularly for Kari (married to Marty) - the things that are on her heart, the people and causes she loves on are huge, and I love that I get to lift her in prayer as she does it.
Back tonight or tomorrow. An entire Saturday off (and most of Sunday too - just a concert to attend Sunday night) - anybody want to hang out?
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
huh
Went to the Stampede last night to hang out with some friends who I won't see again for quite a long time. They leave today for China, and some of them, particularly the one I'm closest too won't be coming back through Calgary before returning to their home towns or countries. So we hung out at the Stampede, watched the Grandstand Show (which was actually quite enjoyable this year - worth the price of rush admission just for the bagpipe playing comedian, and the good view of the fireworks.), and ate junk food. (Ah, mini donuts and corn dogs!)
Another friend and her husband leave today for Russia as well. I guess I'll be spending a lot of time over the next few weeks praying for friends overseas! Cool!
Trying to decide if I'm going to hang out with our house church tonight. There are two options for things people are doing, and neither one is particularly appealing to me. So, I'm debating taking myself to a movie - anyone want to see either "The Devil Wears Prada" or the new "Pirates of the Caribbean" movie with me tonight?
And with that I'm off to do some reading and writing and cleaning. Ah, the joys of a day off!
Another friend and her husband leave today for Russia as well. I guess I'll be spending a lot of time over the next few weeks praying for friends overseas! Cool!
Trying to decide if I'm going to hang out with our house church tonight. There are two options for things people are doing, and neither one is particularly appealing to me. So, I'm debating taking myself to a movie - anyone want to see either "The Devil Wears Prada" or the new "Pirates of the Caribbean" movie with me tonight?
And with that I'm off to do some reading and writing and cleaning. Ah, the joys of a day off!
Monday, July 10, 2006
Dreaming...
I was talking with Nolan last night, and mentioned that I have got to be the only person in our group of friends, people actively seeking God's voice, who gets annoyed at Him when He actually does speak by giving me dreams. We laughed about it, because it really is kind of ironicly funny, and then Nolan told me about someone else we both know who actually asked God to stop sending dreams. That made me feel better!
I'm at the point where at certain points and times, as much as I prefer to just sleep, I will actually say to God, you can speak to me in my dreams about this situation, or that person or whatever. For example, I've committed to praying regularly for a good friend, but especially over the next week or two as she and her husband travel to Russia with a team of people to pray and intercede over the G8 summit happening in St. Petersburg. I asked God last night to speak clearly, to bring her to mind at the times she most needed covering in prayer, and even to send dreams with her in them if necessary as a reminder to prayer. I don't regularly ask God for dreams, but He's spoken to me about this friend in my dreams before, and I really feel that He called me a couple of months ago to be regularly upholding this friend in prayer, so I want to be aware of when those prayer needs are most pressing.
All that said, I had a dream this morning that was definitely not spiritual, but was kind of funny, so I thought I'd throw it up on the blog.
I was at home, with my two brothers. The only problem was that our house (which I never left in the dream) was now in Hong Kong! And then, I'm standing at the kitchen window, looking out over our backyard and alley, and at the back gate there's a monkey (orangutan or gorilla) wearing a bright pink shirt and a floppy hat, and trying to get into our yard. So I call my brothers to come see, and oddly enough, my youngest brother is also a gorilla, also wearing clothes. The monkey from the gate comes into our yard, and my brother roars at it, and it goes running to the other side of the city. Then it comes back, and is in our house, and running up and down the stairs to our basement, and rolling around and playing on the bottom landing.
And then I woke up!
See, this one is pretty obviously not spiritual - it's actually kind of funny and quite honestly bizarre - but most of my dreams are such a hodgepodge of weird settings and intense emotions that I'm not always sure which ones are the result of an overactive imagination, and which are God things!
I'm at the point where at certain points and times, as much as I prefer to just sleep, I will actually say to God, you can speak to me in my dreams about this situation, or that person or whatever. For example, I've committed to praying regularly for a good friend, but especially over the next week or two as she and her husband travel to Russia with a team of people to pray and intercede over the G8 summit happening in St. Petersburg. I asked God last night to speak clearly, to bring her to mind at the times she most needed covering in prayer, and even to send dreams with her in them if necessary as a reminder to prayer. I don't regularly ask God for dreams, but He's spoken to me about this friend in my dreams before, and I really feel that He called me a couple of months ago to be regularly upholding this friend in prayer, so I want to be aware of when those prayer needs are most pressing.
All that said, I had a dream this morning that was definitely not spiritual, but was kind of funny, so I thought I'd throw it up on the blog.
I was at home, with my two brothers. The only problem was that our house (which I never left in the dream) was now in Hong Kong! And then, I'm standing at the kitchen window, looking out over our backyard and alley, and at the back gate there's a monkey (orangutan or gorilla) wearing a bright pink shirt and a floppy hat, and trying to get into our yard. So I call my brothers to come see, and oddly enough, my youngest brother is also a gorilla, also wearing clothes. The monkey from the gate comes into our yard, and my brother roars at it, and it goes running to the other side of the city. Then it comes back, and is in our house, and running up and down the stairs to our basement, and rolling around and playing on the bottom landing.
And then I woke up!
See, this one is pretty obviously not spiritual - it's actually kind of funny and quite honestly bizarre - but most of my dreams are such a hodgepodge of weird settings and intense emotions that I'm not always sure which ones are the result of an overactive imagination, and which are God things!
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Thinking about boys
Boys seem to be the topic of the week in conversations with friends. Particularly what I'm thinking in the whole area of dating/desiring to be dating/who I'd possibly like to be dating.
The truth is, I don't actually think about it all that often. I was asking myself tonight if that makes me kind of weird - an abnormal young adult. I was with a friend who spends a lot of time thinking about marriage and babies, and really wishing for that to happen in her life, and I couldn't be more opposite.
Does that make me a bizarre 22 (almost 23) year old woman? I mean, I'm pretty sure I want to get married someday -there's something amazing, I think, in sharing life that intimately with another human being, something deeply spiritual and special and blessed by God in marriage. But I'm really not in a hurry. If it happens sometime soon, that's fantastic, and if it doesn't happen soon, that's okay too.
I think I'm definitely weird. I find it bizarre that I have this peace about that whole area of my life, and yet I spend my whole working day surrounded by people in the midst of planning their weddings and lives together. I'm bombarded with it, and yet I don't particularly have an unsettled longing of the heart for it. I think, though, that I'm glad that I'm content as a single person. It seems, from watching my friend, that it would be a huge emotional drain to devote time and energy to worrying about meeting a guy, and is he the one, and what should the timing be like, and all those million other questions that girls seem to love to obsess about.
Okay. I'm going to bed now. I've had my say for the night, and gotten it off my chest that I'm a little weird. (It's like I keep saying - I'm suited for the life of a middle aged academic, not the emotional throes of young adulthood!) I'm sure the boy will come at the moment I least expect it, and in the timing that I also least expect.
The truth is, I don't actually think about it all that often. I was asking myself tonight if that makes me kind of weird - an abnormal young adult. I was with a friend who spends a lot of time thinking about marriage and babies, and really wishing for that to happen in her life, and I couldn't be more opposite.
Does that make me a bizarre 22 (almost 23) year old woman? I mean, I'm pretty sure I want to get married someday -there's something amazing, I think, in sharing life that intimately with another human being, something deeply spiritual and special and blessed by God in marriage. But I'm really not in a hurry. If it happens sometime soon, that's fantastic, and if it doesn't happen soon, that's okay too.
I think I'm definitely weird. I find it bizarre that I have this peace about that whole area of my life, and yet I spend my whole working day surrounded by people in the midst of planning their weddings and lives together. I'm bombarded with it, and yet I don't particularly have an unsettled longing of the heart for it. I think, though, that I'm glad that I'm content as a single person. It seems, from watching my friend, that it would be a huge emotional drain to devote time and energy to worrying about meeting a guy, and is he the one, and what should the timing be like, and all those million other questions that girls seem to love to obsess about.
Okay. I'm going to bed now. I've had my say for the night, and gotten it off my chest that I'm a little weird. (It's like I keep saying - I'm suited for the life of a middle aged academic, not the emotional throes of young adulthood!) I'm sure the boy will come at the moment I least expect it, and in the timing that I also least expect.
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