Saturday, April 6, 2013


I sort of thought if we ever went bankrupt it might be due to medical bills or salsa. I never would have guessed phone calls from prison. We're officially in the phase of "Hey - we should try to, these calls out a bit!" It's hard to not answer that phone when it rings most nights around 10 pm.

The people who decide how much stuff costs in prison wear two horns and a tail. That's all I'm saying. Yeah, yeah. I get it. But seriously, it's giving me frightful flash backs to my retro years of the gold wall-mount phone with an extra-long curly cord and the long distance phone bills my dad would tally up, expecting and collecting payment in full. {shudder}

We have this new thing that we do. The robot lady voice comes on all, "You have one. minute. remaining." and we take turns picking a chapter in the Bible for all of us to read that night. The only rule is, it has to be random. No deck stacking. Admittedly, we're heavy in the Psalms. But aren't we all? Last night it was my turn and I picked 17. It's always interesting to read things like "Protect me from wicked people who attack me, from murderous enemies who surround me" and imagine what it's like to read those words from prison.

But the main thing that stuck out to me last night was this: "Show me your unfailing love in wonderful ways". So that was my prayer. For me, and Robert, and all of us. 

And then I went about my day. 

We got a slow start, had tens of twenties of errands to run. The little smoochies were grumpy-ish. I was determined to have a great last day of Spring break. 

I jotted a quick note to stick in the mail and I copied down that verse and said, "God's always showing us His love...we just have to notice it." 

A package arrived in the mail and I felt like the luckiest girl in town. It was so fun, so unexpected,so perfectly random. I felt loved.

But it was hours later that God brought to my mind 3 separate times in recent weeks when I thought about buying 3 of the things packed in that box - right down to the scent of the soap. 3 times I reached for something then pulled back, feeling for whatever reason that I didn't need it. It's true, I didn't need it. But I did need to see God's unfailing love and today that meant a USPS box full of wonderful. 

It also meant brussels sprouts on the stem. (The obsession rages.)

And delivering dinner to my oldest/dearest Sarah, who's sick as a dog.

Our evening:
* Stuffed our faces.
* Decided that we were right and Rick (her husband) was wrong. (You totally know we were right.)
* Sat under afghans on the couch and leafed through mags.
* I tore a recipe for a meringue dessert out of a mag she hadn't even read yet. (The elephant in the room: I would never have allowed such nonsense! (I'm a complete and total selfish, jerk-face magazine hoarder))
* Talked about the following celebs: Jessica Chastain, Ben Affleck, Jennifer Garner (who am I forgetting?)
* Discussed how unimaginable it is to consider that some people might not think about food for the better part of their day. {double shudder}
* Sarah mentioned how funny Pioneer Woman is on twitter and I screamed "YOU HAVE TO FOLLOW JEN HATMAKER! LIKE NOW!" So we pulled her up on Sarah's futuristic phone with internet and then we scrolled back to Feb. 24th and read her entire feed from Oscar night. And we howled like hyenas. #stalk #ers
* Watched a movie that shant be named for fear of condemnation and judgment.
* (Four thumbs way up.)
* Vowed to do it all again soon.

I drove home with The Wallflowers Bringing Down the Horse in my ear. I love it. I borrowed it from the library and the first time I played track one Silas announced "That's my song!" and I thought, "Kid, I think I'll keep you." My favorite song? Angel On My Bike. I can't possibly begin to say what it's about, but I can't get enough of that melody thing where it's in a minor key. I think, or maybe not. But you know, it's the part where the music resolves in a most unexpected way...there's sounds a bit strange. Or Chinese. That thing. And I love the idea of a double prayer because I can't often manage a single. I just like the song, man. The whole cd, really. Those Dylans might be on to something...

In case you didn't notice, I'm a musical prodigy.

Scratch that, I'm too old to be a prodigy. And I know that thanks to my homeboy, John Green and his magical An Abundance of Katherines. So I guess that leaves me at Musical Genius. You get my point.

I'm very thankful for a today that gave me enough open space to fully recognize my inadequacies and the grace to let them go.

I'm thankful for all of your gardening tips. (You don't even know.)
I'm thankful for the kilometers of mileage I got from one of you announcing on Facebook that my dad is "a hottie."

I'm thankful for the promises of tomorrow, which include 60-degree temps, a visit with our oldest, Nicoise mash-up salad, and an in-house date night.

I'm glad I noticed the unfailingness of God's love today and wish I could pocket a guarantee for a repeat "noticing" performance for, oh, every day for the rest of my life. (I hate that I decide not to notice sometimes.)

What's your stem of sprouts today? What's the angel on your bike?? 

Happy Saturday, friends.