Yesterday, I came home from work and noticed something odd.
There was a ginormous dead rat by my AC unit!! So I poked it with my toe hoping that it was just taking a nap. Nope. No such luck. It's dead.
Yes, God has blessed me in the fact that He made me a capable, intelligent, beautiful, funny female. However, no where in that description does the term rat carcass picker-upper appear. So there is still a dead rat right outside my front door. I just can't pick it up. Logic tells me to just not look at it, just scoop it up and trash it. But I can't. The mere thought of picking it up by its 8 foot long tail has me gagging. And since it rained yesterday, the fur is matted and there are creatures starting to eat on it. And I'm pretty sure it's starting to smell.
Ewww......
August 18, 2005
August 17, 2005
What's Fun About Baton Rouge?
Alright, Ya'll.
In case we've never met, I drive around a lot with my job. Statewide, not really Baton Rouge. In fact, I was in Lake Charles today and I'll be in New Orleans friday. I've been in BR for a wee bit over two years. I know where the libraries, malls, and movie theaters are, but that's the extent of my knowledge of BR.
So, what's fun to do in the big BR?
And for all of you who are going to tell me LSU games are fun, I almost believe you. But not enough to actively pursue tickets to them.
In case we've never met, I drive around a lot with my job. Statewide, not really Baton Rouge. In fact, I was in Lake Charles today and I'll be in New Orleans friday. I've been in BR for a wee bit over two years. I know where the libraries, malls, and movie theaters are, but that's the extent of my knowledge of BR.
So, what's fun to do in the big BR?
And for all of you who are going to tell me LSU games are fun, I almost believe you. But not enough to actively pursue tickets to them.
August 15, 2005
Someone else's weirdo
My mother sent me an email today that made me giggle. It was full of one liners and the one that jumped out at was simple and to the point. Kind of like me if you think about it.
Everyone is someone else's weirdo.
So I was thinking....what makes me weird? So the following facts, in my opinion, qualify me for the kingdom of weird.
Everyone is someone else's weirdo.
So I was thinking....what makes me weird? So the following facts, in my opinion, qualify me for the kingdom of weird.
- I love the smell of formaldehyde. (If you see something dead in a jar, chances are good the liquid its floating around in that looks like pee is actually formaldehyde.)
- I could eat a hamburger every day for the rest of my life and be perfectly content.
- I love chocolate milkshakes and french fries. (Dip the fry into the shake....yum.)
- I can drive a backhoe.
- I hate rollercoasters, but ADORE the ferris wheel.
- I will always be proud to be from Texas.
- I'll take a good shoot 'em up over a romance any day of the week.
- I used to be an archer.
- I'm a hopeless romantic but have never been in a relationship.
- I can mix anything chemically, but am a horrible cook.
- Pink is not my favorite color even though I am a girl. (Green is.)
- I type/blog like I talk.
- I am not good at lying.
- I love playing Mortal Kombat (xbox) chess with my father.
August 13, 2005
A Surprising God
Tonight I got a random voicemail. It was from a guy who I used to work with at Coca-cola. To catch you up to speed, I used to work quality control at the lab at Coke. It was great and I had the opportunity to meet some great people. But I only worked there for three months. I knew I wasn't there longterm, but that God had a reason for me to be there. I don't think it was to make Coca-cola better. I think I was there to talk about God, so I just followed my heart and looked for opportunities to talk to people. No, I didn't hand out tracts, or stand on the coke cart professing my faith. I just listened to people as they talked about their lives. Most people just want an ear to listen and God gave me two, so I used both of them. But I also looked for ways to point them to the God I serve.
Fast forward to tonight. I get a phone call from this guy who shall remain nameless. I haven't talked to him since I left coke 8 months ago. He says that he wanted to wish me a belated happy birthday and that he wanted to thank me. But on the voicemail, he doesn't say what he's thanking me for. So I sit there for a second, praying about if I should call or not. I don't call boys, but for some reason, I felt like I needed to this time. So I call him back. He wishes me happy birthday and then said he just wanted to thank me for believing in him. I said, Huh? And he says, "One time we were talking and you asked me why I had stayed at coke for so long. I was too scared to try to find anything else. But you asking me about it made me think that I could find something better with a little faith. And so I started looking around for another job. And I got one, so I start on Monday. I just wanted to thank you for encouraging me. You made a difference." So then I told him that I thought God had brought me to coke to meet everyone there at the plant. He told me that he thought God had brought me to coke for him. To encourage him to find a better life out there. Who knows? I might have been there for him. I think the lesson in all of this for me tonight is that everything I do or say has an effect. And that God can take a comment that I make and turn it into exactly what that person needs to hear.
Encouragers need some encouraging sometime too and I'm thankful He gave that to me tonight. God is so surprising and I love when He does that.
Fast forward to tonight. I get a phone call from this guy who shall remain nameless. I haven't talked to him since I left coke 8 months ago. He says that he wanted to wish me a belated happy birthday and that he wanted to thank me. But on the voicemail, he doesn't say what he's thanking me for. So I sit there for a second, praying about if I should call or not. I don't call boys, but for some reason, I felt like I needed to this time. So I call him back. He wishes me happy birthday and then said he just wanted to thank me for believing in him. I said, Huh? And he says, "One time we were talking and you asked me why I had stayed at coke for so long. I was too scared to try to find anything else. But you asking me about it made me think that I could find something better with a little faith. And so I started looking around for another job. And I got one, so I start on Monday. I just wanted to thank you for encouraging me. You made a difference." So then I told him that I thought God had brought me to coke to meet everyone there at the plant. He told me that he thought God had brought me to coke for him. To encourage him to find a better life out there. Who knows? I might have been there for him. I think the lesson in all of this for me tonight is that everything I do or say has an effect. And that God can take a comment that I make and turn it into exactly what that person needs to hear.
Encouragers need some encouraging sometime too and I'm thankful He gave that to me tonight. God is so surprising and I love when He does that.
Enough Fluff
My friend, Jake, recently posted on his blog about evangelism. I replied that I don't do it enough and so hopefully this is me practicing what I preach. The dilemma is how personal do I go with this? Do I just tell you about my job, the Ring, my friends, my family? Or do I talk about my personal walk with Jesus Christ? The mere thought of being so vulnerable makes me want to run and hide.
I'm great at running. Not the track and field kind. The "avoid getting too close to people" kind of running. Having been raised in church, I was taught that I was to be strong and not let people know if I was hurting or not. Any type of softness is a sign of being weak. I was never told that in so many words, that is just what I have walked away with.
After two years at the Ring, I've come to an ephiphany of sorts. That whole misconception about being soft equals weak is a load of crap. Jesus Christ was many things. I personally would not put the word weak anywhere near a description of Him. And as His daughter, yes, I'm a warrior. I'm to put on the full armor of God every day. But I'm also called to love and serve and be gentle and kind. I can't do that without opening up to people and as an end result, being vulnerable. I'm having a hard time with that at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I love to love on people. I just don't take many risks when it comes to love. I'd much rather bolt than take a chance. The kicker is that God did not call us to be chickens. Love is risky. Love is scary. Love hurts sometimes. God has put people in my path that I can take a risk on and love. And yes, they might not love me back. I might get my feelings hurt. I might get pushed away. But I also might make relationships that will have an eternal effect. Can I take that risk? Will I choose to take that risk? God took a big risk on me when He sent His only Son for me. It's my choice to love Him. That's the beauty of free will. What will you do with that choice?
I'm great at running. Not the track and field kind. The "avoid getting too close to people" kind of running. Having been raised in church, I was taught that I was to be strong and not let people know if I was hurting or not. Any type of softness is a sign of being weak. I was never told that in so many words, that is just what I have walked away with.
After two years at the Ring, I've come to an ephiphany of sorts. That whole misconception about being soft equals weak is a load of crap. Jesus Christ was many things. I personally would not put the word weak anywhere near a description of Him. And as His daughter, yes, I'm a warrior. I'm to put on the full armor of God every day. But I'm also called to love and serve and be gentle and kind. I can't do that without opening up to people and as an end result, being vulnerable. I'm having a hard time with that at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I love to love on people. I just don't take many risks when it comes to love. I'd much rather bolt than take a chance. The kicker is that God did not call us to be chickens. Love is risky. Love is scary. Love hurts sometimes. God has put people in my path that I can take a risk on and love. And yes, they might not love me back. I might get my feelings hurt. I might get pushed away. But I also might make relationships that will have an eternal effect. Can I take that risk? Will I choose to take that risk? God took a big risk on me when He sent His only Son for me. It's my choice to love Him. That's the beauty of free will. What will you do with that choice?
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