I was washing eggs for the 197th day this year and I was looking out my window at my flower pots and it occurred to me that I don't think about the things I love enough. Like, for instance, I love flowers. I really do. I actually get a couple inches away from them and study the intricacies of a flower and just love them. No, I will never let you catch me doing it, but suffice it to say, I do stare at them. I actually stop and smell (inspect) the roses. I love waiting, too. I really do! I think I have gotten to a point in my life where half the fun of something is waiting for it to come. Mind you, some things I hate waiting for. Like for the things I really need: a paycheck, bedtime or the pizza to come out of the oven. But most of the time, I think I really love to wait. I love a job well done. I just love sitting back and seeing something I accomplished and knowing that I did a really good job. I love crying. Not sad crying, that's just the pits, I'm talking about the crying you do over the really cool moments in life. Like a good line in a movie, a movie that's really done well and you have fallen in love with the characters and they just move you to tears. Or crying because you are laughing so much. I love that! I love a well written song. (I don't want to say the things I hate, but seriously, I hate cheezy lyrics.) "You hurt me so much, I'm all out of touch, I want you back, give me some slack." I am serious, I have heard songs with awful lyrics like that and I just want to scream at them, give me a break! A well written song, this, I love.
Yes, of course, I love my family and friends and all that, you all know this to be true. So don't think I'm leaving you out. I just was sitting back and thinking about the mundane and real things of life and which ones of them I love. I don't think profound thoughts that much, so this was a moment for me. Most of the time there's nothing but air wisping around up there in that brain of mine, so thanks for bearing with me.
That's all folks
14 years ago
4 comments:
I don't believe it for a minute, the air wisping part.
Thanks for posting. I like reading about what you're thinking about!
XO
hey, i was going to say the same thing about the wispy air...
not sure that i agree with the loving the waiting part. waiting is not so fun still.
Oh man, that is where you and I are so similar, Laura. I swear you must have heard me say that I love waiting for something to happen. Planning that trip, anticipating Christmas or a beautiful night out with your hubby is the best. I find that once the "thing" is fulfilled, I feel a bit empty. C.S. Lewis says that all the pleasure in a pleasurable thing is the waiting for it. Once you have it, you have it. I think that is why couples are so giggly and happy before they marry and then "the honeymoon is over".
This brings me, alas, to how we should feel about waiting for Christ to come. Are we not waiting for Him every day? Should we not anticipate and find pleasure in this? Absolutely! If you think about it, we are always WAITING for SOMETHING.
Perfect post, Laura. You read my mind.
Here is a post from my blog back in January, if you can believe it:
Interruptions and Waiting
I was dusting a shelf once this past year at someone's house and I noticed a framed quote. It was very good, I thought. I felt really bad after I read it. Here is my paraphrased version:
"I thought that I would get more work done if I did not have children constantly interrupting me. Then, I realized that the interruptions were my job."
I am doing a bad job paraphrasing, but you get the gist. It seared me. I am a very one track minded person. If I am mopping the floor, I am mopping. Not talking, not eating something, not barking orders, I am mopping. If I am playing guitar, I am playing guitar. If I am making soap, I am making soap. If I am making dinner, I am making dinner. I try to do other things, but my memory is bad and I often forget the other things I was trying to do at the same time. Lunchtime is the most horrible time for me. I make lunch for the kids (they are all picky and I give top ramen to one, pbj to the others, etc.). I literally forget drinks every time. It is so normal for me to forget drinks that I just sit down for pretty much every meal and then once we pray I have to get up again because I realize that no one has a drink. Or, my husband says, "drinks!" or he just gets up and does it because he is used to my forgetting constantly. My oldest son always hints. He is eating a sandwich or something and he says, "Boy, I sure am thirsty!"
I think what I am saying is that interruptions are especially hard for me. I could be literally doing something and then once I get interrupted forget it because hey, I literally forget it. I have moved on. I am very frustrated with this because I like completing tasks. I suppose I do like completing a task, say, of mopping the floor rather than wiping my daughter's rear end, or maybe instead of being so mindful that I actually notice my youngest son heartily picking his nose. I just have this rule or mindset that life is all about waiting. We are always waiting for something. I have obviously taught my children this. They are always waiting for me. I will be like Lewis and say that the waiting is sometimes the best part. I think it IS the best part. Anticipation. Once you do or get whatever it is you are waiting for, it sort of wanes quite a bit. One of the great glories of being a Christian is waiting. We will be made complete, our joy will be made full.
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