I swear my body runs on a weird cycle sometimes... I have weeks with absolutely no appetite, where I force myself to eat, and get a stomach ache every time I force something down. Then, I have days like yesterday and today, where everything makes me hungry. I eat big meals regularly, and I'm still hungry.
Today I've eaten quite a lot, and I still find myself hungry.
I've made good food - full of healthy ingredients, and all I can think at this moment is, "I need another meal."
Vegetables. I'm craving vegetables. Or maybe ichiban soup, with vegetables in it. I have steamed veggies in my fridge - maybe I'll eat those in a while.
Funny how life is like that in so many ways - you can be barely able to eat, to take things in for a long time, and then, suddenly, you find yourself unable to satisfy your appetite.
My devotional life can be like that. For weeks or months I "eat" the minimum, and then, suddenly, I find myself "starving" for the word of God.
I'm hungry right now, in more ways than one.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
P.S. I Love You
My roommate and I went to see the new movie, "P.S., I Love You" last night. SO fantastic!
I haven't laughed that hard in a very long time. Great humor.
And then, in the next second, I was crying. Touching moments, pathos, beautiful.
Plus, hardly any crude language, hardly any extraneous sex. (While I cope with other movies that have too much of those things, I'm always happy to come across a great movie that doesn't have them!)
I haven't laughed that hard in a very long time. Great humor.
And then, in the next second, I was crying. Touching moments, pathos, beautiful.
Plus, hardly any crude language, hardly any extraneous sex. (While I cope with other movies that have too much of those things, I'm always happy to come across a great movie that doesn't have them!)
Friday, December 21, 2007
Lemon Shortbread
My roommate and I saw a movie tonight. More on that tomorrow - it deserves it's own post!
After we got home, we congregated in the kitchen, doing some Christmas baking. She's making some sort of hazelnut biscotti, and I mixed up the dough for lemon shortbread. It's chilling in rolls in my fridge at the moment, waiting to be sliced, baked and iced at various points over the course of the day tomorrow. It's a tradition. I make it every year. My brothers hate it (they have issues with fruit flavors in things that aren't, well, fruit), but everyone else seems to love it. Which is funny, because I could take it or leave it. But I make it every year!
Good night!
After we got home, we congregated in the kitchen, doing some Christmas baking. She's making some sort of hazelnut biscotti, and I mixed up the dough for lemon shortbread. It's chilling in rolls in my fridge at the moment, waiting to be sliced, baked and iced at various points over the course of the day tomorrow. It's a tradition. I make it every year. My brothers hate it (they have issues with fruit flavors in things that aren't, well, fruit), but everyone else seems to love it. Which is funny, because I could take it or leave it. But I make it every year!
Good night!
The Belt
Lately I'm all about embracing the little things.
The changes, the items, the things that underscore for me personally what I see the Lord doing in my life, or the places where I see myself moving towards the lifestyle I dream about.
Today, the little thing is a belt.
I bought a fantastic belt yesterday. I was shopping for my mom's Christmas present, but found something great for me as well.
It's a coppery brown leather, printed with funky cream colored daisies. Some of the daisies have rhinestone centres, and the rest have these cool silver studs.
It's my hippie, embracing the feminine, fun parts of me belt, and I love it!
The changes, the items, the things that underscore for me personally what I see the Lord doing in my life, or the places where I see myself moving towards the lifestyle I dream about.
Today, the little thing is a belt.
I bought a fantastic belt yesterday. I was shopping for my mom's Christmas present, but found something great for me as well.
It's a coppery brown leather, printed with funky cream colored daisies. Some of the daisies have rhinestone centres, and the rest have these cool silver studs.
It's my hippie, embracing the feminine, fun parts of me belt, and I love it!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
wordless
This week has been one of those ones again where the words just aren't there. Where the parts of me that are sometimes alive and bubbling over with creativity have been silent. Where the part of my soul that immediately begins the mental writing process whenever something the least bit intriguing catches my eye, has stubbornly refused to kick into gear.
I am still thinking about rescue. About a piece of a verse in Daniel chapter 3 that says "There is no other God who can rescue like this." I wrote a personal essay in my journal about this verse on the weekend, and if I ever get around to typing and revising it, it might appear here. I feel like rescue and healing (and sometimes, to be honest, they're synonymous in my head) are things that I am crying out to Jesus so desperately for over various things and situations. Sometimes that desperation for rescue and healing in my own life and in the lives of friends spills into my conversations, and that has created one or two intense and occasionally awkward moments this week.
I am thinking that sometimes I'm far too practical for my own good. That the things I think about are far too grounded in reality. A few months ago someone was describing his personality a bit to me, as a precursor to answering a question I'd asked him. He told me that he was going to answer from his head, and that if I asked a different friend, the answer would be totally different. In the course of describing that to me, he said, "I'm not a mystic like you and so and so and so and so," naming a few other friends. I didn't really respond - no one had called me a mystic before - but all I was thinking was, "I live in my head WAY too much of the time to ever have the term 'mystic' accurately applied to me."
In the spirit of that practicality, I really appreciated this blog post that I came across late last week. I found myself greatly encouraged by the author's practicality, and by her take on the question Mary asked, "How will this be, since I'm a virgin?"
And with that, I'm going to take the very practical step of washing dishes, and then maybe lying in a hot bath for a while.
I'm tired. I've had my lights out by 11pm two nights in a row this week, and I think tonight may well be the third. I can't remember the last time that happened. Now, if I could just manage to sleep deeply and without dreams.
Later!
I am still thinking about rescue. About a piece of a verse in Daniel chapter 3 that says "There is no other God who can rescue like this." I wrote a personal essay in my journal about this verse on the weekend, and if I ever get around to typing and revising it, it might appear here. I feel like rescue and healing (and sometimes, to be honest, they're synonymous in my head) are things that I am crying out to Jesus so desperately for over various things and situations. Sometimes that desperation for rescue and healing in my own life and in the lives of friends spills into my conversations, and that has created one or two intense and occasionally awkward moments this week.
I am thinking that sometimes I'm far too practical for my own good. That the things I think about are far too grounded in reality. A few months ago someone was describing his personality a bit to me, as a precursor to answering a question I'd asked him. He told me that he was going to answer from his head, and that if I asked a different friend, the answer would be totally different. In the course of describing that to me, he said, "I'm not a mystic like you and so and so and so and so," naming a few other friends. I didn't really respond - no one had called me a mystic before - but all I was thinking was, "I live in my head WAY too much of the time to ever have the term 'mystic' accurately applied to me."
In the spirit of that practicality, I really appreciated this blog post that I came across late last week. I found myself greatly encouraged by the author's practicality, and by her take on the question Mary asked, "How will this be, since I'm a virgin?"
And with that, I'm going to take the very practical step of washing dishes, and then maybe lying in a hot bath for a while.
I'm tired. I've had my lights out by 11pm two nights in a row this week, and I think tonight may well be the third. I can't remember the last time that happened. Now, if I could just manage to sleep deeply and without dreams.
Later!
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