The cleaning and organizing are still going, and going, and going, but I wanted to take a quick minute to share about 3 women my life intersected with yesterday that have been in my thoughts all day.
- I decided to look up the blog, Design Eur Life, that was just recently set up by another girl, Ashley, taking The Blog Class. We aren’t really classmates, because it’s all online and at your own pace, but we are both part of a support network provided by The Blog Class. It was my lucky day because, as it turns out, we have something major in common. She’s an American currently living in Germany with her military hubby, and she’s way into the flea market scene. I love her already. She definitely has “it” when it comes to design. Her photos are beautiful, and she managed to make me “homesick”, if that’s the right word, when I was looking at them. It’s a very cool blog, and you should go visit it. It’s still a little under construction, but that just makes me more curious about what she has planned…especially her shop. I certainly wish I’d thought up the flea market wish list idea. Brilliant!
- And then, Wonderful on Wednesday (WoW) night church classes started up again, and I complained about going right until I drove into the parking lot. I didn’t want to go out because it’s freezing cold here, I was in the middle of some other projects and we were running behind. Then I couldn’t find what room we were supposed to meet in. I was crabby and mumbling to myself that I was so dumb for signing up for this. Then, I walked into the room, and the “teacher”, Jennifer, teased me about having to be right in the middle of the front row because I was tardy. She’s a bit of a smart alec. I love that. I felt lighter. The hour zipped by, and I ended up having a great time and learning that being stubborn isn’t always bad (I kinda knew that already). But more importantly, I learned some things about Jennifer that made my ears prick up. She’s not the completely perfect and put together person I thought. She’s known real heartache, came from a tough back ground and has been known to let the swear words fly. She’s had fights and trouble with her daughter whom I have wanted Avery to be like for years because she was so good, kind and loving. She was warm and real and flawed, and really want to get to know her better. I’ll keep you posted.
- Lastly, I followed a link on FB from a friend to another blog, Flower Patch Farmgirl by Shannan Martin. I have tried and failed to write this sentence several times, but I’m almost at a loss for words to describe it. I’ve had to backspace and delete it repeatedly for it’s inadequacy. I almost can’t talk about, or even think about, Shannan without getting that stupid lump in my throat. Her writing is lyrical. Her photos crisp, clear and gorgeous. Once I started reading I couldn’t stop even though it was breaking my heart. I just kept clicking and clicking to find out more about who and what she was writing about. I HAD to know more. Simply put, he is true example of what I think God calls all of us to be, and I am ashamed of my thoughts, words and deeds when I read hers. That shame made me sick at my stomach. That is certainly not what I think she writes it for though. She is humble and sweet and quick to admit she is flawed and in constant struggle with what she’s always thought was “the right thing” to do. She thinks the same selfish and vain thoughts we all think, but she is not held captive to them. She is writing it to celebrate the fullness she is finding in the life she’s living since she decided that, and I quote from her blog, “All I know for sure is that balance is a lie, a too-full life is better than a quiet one, and it all started because I finally believed that the Bible was true, so I asked to see what I was missing and I asked to give a rip.” I don’t think I’m brave enough to ask God to let me give a rip, but I want to be.