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Next time I decide to sit in the sun for an hour, please remind me of the just-beginning-to-really-stinkin'-hurt sunburn I have on my legs.
I spent the afternoon with my mom...and it was weird. When she wasn't giving me some time to myself and I wasn't off grocery shopping, she wanted to talk about my dad. Which hasn't happened since right after he died, and even then she didn't say much.
She was crazy about him. Crazy enough to turn a blind eye to much of the drinking, the lying, the laziness, the drugs...the women. She said that for years, all through high school, he was "the coolest cat in town". She said he was so charming that he could rob you blind and you'd just be happy you got to be around him. She said he was almost "girly" about taking care of his hair. She said that when they'd fight, he would stare at and pick at his fingernails rather than tell at her- a trait she said I have that drove her insane to have to see as I grew up. She told me, since he died, even though they'd been divorced for twenty years, she felt lost. And that I remind her of him far more than my brother does. And because of that, she's been struggling with taking her anger out for him on me. She told me that she worries for me, more than my brother, because I've always been too soft hearted about my dad...that she's watched closely for signs that I was headed for the same type of destruction. She said her actions and words to me in recent months have been full of good intentions but executed poorly. She gave me the only piece of jewelry my dad ever gave her- her plain gold wedding band.
A lot of very confusing and painful things make a lot more sense now.
I also got to spend a little time with my grandparents, helping to take some dishes and linens off their hands as they try to empty their house in order to sell it and move away, somewhere warmer. I have a box full of silverware- mismatched- that I remember using at holiday dinners. I probably now own the fork my brother used to stab a green bean and drop it into my can of Coke. And the spoon that the visiting missionaries' teenage son used to launch a deviled egg from the kids' table into my grandpa's lap.
My baby girl took her first step for her great grandparents to see.
Making peace with my sister hasn't worked out- she only spoke to me to ask if she could use my computer that I left at her house.
The woman at the electric company scolded me for paying so late, but then said I looked familiar and asked if I was related to (my grandmother), and when I said yes, she said "Well I'll be! You look just like she did when we were in school together. Except that purple in your hair."
I got warm gussies over that- I've always thought my grandma was beautiful.
It's been a very full day...God has been doing a lot more in my life than I realized.
I spent the afternoon with my mom...and it was weird. When she wasn't giving me some time to myself and I wasn't off grocery shopping, she wanted to talk about my dad. Which hasn't happened since right after he died, and even then she didn't say much.
She was crazy about him. Crazy enough to turn a blind eye to much of the drinking, the lying, the laziness, the drugs...the women. She said that for years, all through high school, he was "the coolest cat in town". She said he was so charming that he could rob you blind and you'd just be happy you got to be around him. She said he was almost "girly" about taking care of his hair. She said that when they'd fight, he would stare at and pick at his fingernails rather than tell at her- a trait she said I have that drove her insane to have to see as I grew up. She told me, since he died, even though they'd been divorced for twenty years, she felt lost. And that I remind her of him far more than my brother does. And because of that, she's been struggling with taking her anger out for him on me. She told me that she worries for me, more than my brother, because I've always been too soft hearted about my dad...that she's watched closely for signs that I was headed for the same type of destruction. She said her actions and words to me in recent months have been full of good intentions but executed poorly. She gave me the only piece of jewelry my dad ever gave her- her plain gold wedding band.
A lot of very confusing and painful things make a lot more sense now.
I also got to spend a little time with my grandparents, helping to take some dishes and linens off their hands as they try to empty their house in order to sell it and move away, somewhere warmer. I have a box full of silverware- mismatched- that I remember using at holiday dinners. I probably now own the fork my brother used to stab a green bean and drop it into my can of Coke. And the spoon that the visiting missionaries' teenage son used to launch a deviled egg from the kids' table into my grandpa's lap.
My baby girl took her first step for her great grandparents to see.
Making peace with my sister hasn't worked out- she only spoke to me to ask if she could use my computer that I left at her house.
The woman at the electric company scolded me for paying so late, but then said I looked familiar and asked if I was related to (my grandmother), and when I said yes, she said "Well I'll be! You look just like she did when we were in school together. Except that purple in your hair."
I got warm gussies over that- I've always thought my grandma was beautiful.
It's been a very full day...God has been doing a lot more in my life than I realized.
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Cristen...
That is pretty amazing stuff you shared about yer' Mom. It makes so much sense now,and I'm sure even more so to you,being her daughter & all. Just wow! God is really working behind the scenes here. I was thinking...with yer' submitting to God in your life,you my dear friend may end up being the key to bringing your family to Christ in a real & lasting way. I remember how you told me you always looked up to yer' Grandmother,how she was the one who really helped to usher Jesus into yer' life. A woman who actually exhibited Christ - like nature. Maybe here & now is the beginning of so many of her prayers for you & the family. Those seeds she planted of love in you long ago as a little girl are starting to blossom.
See...I always told you that you were strong...such a beautiful light that God made you..like no one I'd ever met before,and now yer' really starting to shine. God is amazingly awesome,and living big in you!!!!
That is pretty amazing stuff you shared about yer' Mom. It makes so much sense now,and I'm sure even more so to you,being her daughter & all. Just wow! God is really working behind the scenes here. I was thinking...with yer' submitting to God in your life,you my dear friend may end up being the key to bringing your family to Christ in a real & lasting way. I remember how you told me you always looked up to yer' Grandmother,how she was the one who really helped to usher Jesus into yer' life. A woman who actually exhibited Christ - like nature. Maybe here & now is the beginning of so many of her prayers for you & the family. Those seeds she planted of love in you long ago as a little girl are starting to blossom.
See...I always told you that you were strong...such a beautiful light that God made you..like no one I'd ever met before,and now yer' really starting to shine. God is amazingly awesome,and living big in you!!!!
M
Cristen...
That is pretty amazing stuff you shared about yer' Mom. It makes so much sense now,and I'm sure even more so to you,being her daughter & all. Just wow! God is really working behind the scenes here. I was thinking...with yer' submitting to God in your life,you my dear friend may end up being the key to bringing your family to Christ in a real & lasting way. I remember how you told me you always looked up to yer' Grandmother,how she was the one who really helped to usher Jesus into yer' life. A woman who actually exhibited Christ - like nature. Maybe here & now is the beginning of so many of her prayers for you & the family. Those seeds she planted of love in you long ago as a little girl are starting to blossom.
See...I always told you that you were strong...such a beautiful light that God made you..like no one I'd ever met before,and now yer' really starting to shine. God is amazingly awesome,and living big in you!!!!
That is pretty amazing stuff you shared about yer' Mom. It makes so much sense now,and I'm sure even more so to you,being her daughter & all. Just wow! God is really working behind the scenes here. I was thinking...with yer' submitting to God in your life,you my dear friend may end up being the key to bringing your family to Christ in a real & lasting way. I remember how you told me you always looked up to yer' Grandmother,how she was the one who really helped to usher Jesus into yer' life. A woman who actually exhibited Christ - like nature. Maybe here & now is the beginning of so many of her prayers for you & the family. Those seeds she planted of love in you long ago as a little girl are starting to blossom.
See...I always told you that you were strong...such a beautiful light that God made you..like no one I'd ever met before,and now yer' really starting to shine. God is amazingly awesome,and living big in you!!!!
I'm kinda sad that they're going- I should have spent more time with them. I wish I knew my grandpa better...he's one tough old cowboy. He used to have a horse named Miss Piggy, and he got so mad at her once that he had a heart attack. He used to call me Bubblehead and Space Cadet and then play dominoes or Chinese checkers with me and kick my butt at it and then make me an ice cream cone. And then my grandma would scold him and tell him he had to be nice and let me win sometimes, and he'd say "Nobody ever learned anything they didn't have to fight to learn."
My grandma tried to teach me to sew, and she would play the accordion for us when we stayed the night, and she always had Little Debbie's cakes for us and she was the only person in my family who still hugged me after I got "too old" for hugs.
I'm going to miss them like crazy.
But I wonder...if part of the reason God is stretching me beyond my limits is Because our family won't have her around anymore...not that I am in any way even half the Godly woman she is. But if God worked through her to bring love and light to our family, then...I would be both honored and humbled for Him to do the same through me now.
Goodness, I'm rambling.
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Yeah I totally remembered what you shared with me about yer' Grandmother. How could I not? You always would light up when you talked about her. I know she meant/means the world to you.
You say that yer' not even half the Godly woman she is? There you go limiting God again. I'm sure she sees in you what God does,and He never looks at you as "Half" of anything!
Sorry to make you cry,but you need to hear the truth...just deal with how awesome God has made you & humbly walk in it.
You say that yer' not even half the Godly woman she is? There you go limiting God again. I'm sure she sees in you what God does,and He never looks at you as "Half" of anything!
Sorry to make you cry,but you need to hear the truth...just deal with how awesome God has made you & humbly walk in it.
M
Hair twins, ha, love it. In my avatar picture, I had actually been wearing my hair in a side braid all day and took it out for the picture, so my hair is wavier in that picture rather than the natural curl that it is. Are yours tight ringlets? Mine are loose ringlets. What's the shortest you've had your hair if you've cut 8 inches off??
In my avatar picture, I had actually been wearing my hair in a side braid all day and took it out for the picture, so my hair is wavier in that picture rather than the natural curl that it is. Are yours tight ringlets? Mine are loose ringlets. What's the shortest you've had your hair if you've cut 8 inches off??
my dad is half black, so that is the ethnic influence.
i grow my hair out quite long for locks of love. when it's wet/straight, it'll get to my waist, almost, but more like mid-back when dry. then, i'll cut 8-12" off for locks of love, and pretty much start all over. that's been my usual routine for several years now. i don't wear it too short, in general, otherwise it can get pretty big. : D
p.s. if you ever want to donate for locks of love, they are especially in need of curly hair. since it's for children, more kids (proportionately vs. adults) have curly hair, thus their demand is quite high. the intention is to give them kids what they had before they got alopecia and started losing it. every time i say i'm not going to donate this time, i get a photo of a little girl wearing a hairpiece made for her with my hair. and then, i end up doing it anyway. : D
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Between the hours of 6 p.m. and 11 p.m. I drank three of those Starbucks double shot espresso energy drinks. I'm not sure why, really, except I had them and it seemed like a good idea to have something cold to drink instead of making a pot of coffee.
They didn't appear to give me any energy at all- I sat and painted and felt totally normal.
Now that I'm lying in my bed and ready to sleep...my body is exhausted but my brain is going a million miles a minute.
And my arm keeps twitching.
Along with my eye.
They didn't appear to give me any energy at all- I sat and painted and felt totally normal.
Now that I'm lying in my bed and ready to sleep...my body is exhausted but my brain is going a million miles a minute.
And my arm keeps twitching.
Along with my eye.
