From the monthly archives:
…it was a busy, busy day.
It’s going to be a crazy week.
We’re tired.
(Hmmm…does this sound familiar? As in the “Every Sunday Afternoon Landers Rambling”).
But tomorrow is a very special day.
And as a little hint– I’m making Cassava Leaf as we speak…
I was never a really fabulous athlete. Played a little bit of everything…stuck with gymnastics through middle school…then gave that up since I was basically really bad at it. And then stuck with basketball through high school. I was serious about it (serious did not translate into “good” necessarily), and enjoyed it. Had great coaches, great friends, good times. All four of us kids in the family had similar journeys through athletics—my parents sat through many, many games. People used to always tease my mom especially…she never (and I really mean that, never missed a game…or a a scrimmage…or anything remotely close to her children running around in some sort of organized sport). And she loved it.
Well this morning, Dawson and Gabe had two baseball games. I sat there…
And I understood.
I was never a really fabulous athlete. Played a little bit of everything…stuck with gymnastics through middle school…then gave that up since I was basically really bad at it. And then stuck with basketball through high school. I was serious about it (serious did not translate into “good” necessarily), and enjoyed it. Had great coaches, great friends, good times. All four of us kids in the family had similar journeys through athletics—my parents sat through many, many games. People used to always tease my mom especially…she never (and I really mean that, never missed a game…or a a scrimmage…or anything remotely close to her children running around in some sort of organized sport). And she loved it.
Well this morning, Dawson and Gabe had two baseball games. I sat there…
And I understood.
“…on earth as it is in heaven.”
‘Take a look around the world and notice the things that will not be in heaven. Then understand they don’t belong here either.’
(andy and I heard it described this way last night. that’s it. that is the understanding that has so changed our lives…it’s what keeps us up at night, what our selfish and comfort-seeking tendencies battle with every day, what makes our blood pump….)
From someone else’s camera.
I do believe this is the “I love Brussels” face…
Andy did a concert at the school for all the surrounding areas one night…
“May you find your life in losing it. May you live your life
by dying daily. May you give it all and keep nothing for
Cleaning. Sorting closets. Been working all day and haven’t really made a dent in what needs to be done.
I’m tired and OK with “good enough” for now.
I did just get overly excited when I found an unopened bag of jelly beans in the back of the pantry and exclaimed “jelly beans!” to an empty kitchen.
(I was under the impression that we were all out of processed sugar…)
What is wrong with me??!
Quincy spends his days either melting my heart or pushing me over the edge…
These are the former….
