Beauty in the day: I have a two-page list of “Things to Do” at my desk. I stopped counting after 32, so it’s somewhere around 38 now. There are 3 check-marks on it. Done. Done. Done. Three beautiful check-marks. And there are three more things that are ALMOST worthy of a check-mark. Almost. I was getting one “this close” (thumb and index finger held up to my eye in the same kind of motion my kids and I use to “catch” the last bit of sun – or sometimes the moon) to completion, but girl-with-concern came to complain about girls in the bathroom who kept switching stalls. Gah. I tried to complete another, but the roller grabbed the film, and rolled it to a place on a laminator that the sun doesn’t shine. “Lucifer” will have to wait until tomorrow, when Custodian Man can help. It’s a two-person job, you see. So anyway, there went another check-mark. I tried to do something to get a check-mark earned in some way. But I had to answer a phone, register some new students, give a tour, figure out what the blasted key number was that belonged to that downstairs conference room, update a map, deal with HR, try to explain to a parent why their pre-schooler may not be able to attend our school next year, since they live in another school district, – – none of these things are on my list. But they did get done. They did get done. I am not mocked by those waiting check-marks. I know what I did. By the time I get those check-marks earned (tomorrow afternoon, by God I swear), I will have created a new set to check off. For every check-mark, there are at least 3 unwritten items getting checked off. No matter – I’m still going to enjoy checking those “done’s” off the list tomorrow.
December 31st. Did this year finish well? I guess that depends on your perspective, and what you thought needed to be accomplished. For me, it’s all part of the experience. Everything good; everything bad. I love the things that come from the “bad” – maybe I’ll grow into a lovely adult – in time.
I’ve not been a big “maker-of-resolutions” in the past – I kind of go with the flow. But this year, I think I want to set some goals and see if I can accomplish something that I can actually note.
But along with those “notable” accomplishments, I intend to spend my days foraging for beauty in the midst of the difficult and the frustrating.
So far, I have not been disappointed. Instead, I have been rewarded. Beauty to you.
Beauty in the day: a three-and-a-half hour flight that ended up taking 6-and-a-half hours. Luggage is lost and promised at 6:00 pm the following day. 2 little munchkins in their beds are awake. I went in to investigate, and Jaffrey gasped and said, “You’re Grana Coco!” Fun with kids and good visiting with Bree. Matt & Vivi show up, Brad gets home early, dinner and laughs, it’s a good day, but WHERE IS MY LUGGAGE? 10:15 pm: luggage delivered. All is well. 😊 #sometimesyoujustgottahaveyourluggage
Driving on the freeway, you can see a lot of things. Some dull, some interesting. For example, “Exit 17”, or “Costco”. There’s a lot of shrubbery; there are signs telling you where you can get gas, or where to go for food. Today, driving North on 405, I came upon an overpass where two people stood, holding and pointing to a very large sign that read: “Resolve to Become Vegan”. Yeah – wasn’t expecting that one. I mean, they were wearing coats and hats and scarves and gloves. They were committed to the cause – it just wasn’t a cause that I expected to encounter in this way. ….huh……..
Emmanuel – God with us. The message of the Christmas story – the message of the Christian story – the good news of the gospel. Sometimes though, you have to really look for it – for God to show up. If you’re not looking, you might miss it. He showed up for me in a song on my iPhone – then later in a message from my daughter. Last night He showed up at a Christmas Eve service, and then in my own prayer at home, and later, at a friend’s house, as we spoke in the most irreverent of ways—-He was there. Even this morning – Christmas morning – when the house was asleep, a woman comes to my door wrapped in a blanket. She enters and speaks a few words in spanish. My daughter is there to interpret, but we are not getting far. The woman comes and lays on the couch – and we are trying to get information from her. But she is still highly intoxicated from the previous night’s fiesta. We know where she came from, with her feet bare out in the freezing cold grass. We go to the house, and another very hung over woman comes and retrieves her – lovingly. Erin and I are left to ponder this. But I sit here on the couch – and feel His presence. I feel His blessing. I feel His favor.
Merry Christmas. Everyone.