Sunday, April 14, 2013

Rational & Illogical Conversations: Running

Trying to find motivation to go on a run:

Rational: "It's such a nice day outside, you should definitely go for a jog on the Greenline."
Illogical, Lazy: "Nahhhh...I should eat some chips instead."
Rational: "But, if you start running today, you could get a start on getting bikini ready..."
Illogical, Lazy: "Naaah, I'll just wear sweatpants to the beach."
Rational: "You can't wear sweatpants to the beach."
Illogical, Lazy: "Yeah, I can. Watch me."
Rational: "Fine. What if you ran for 90 seconds and then walked 90 seconds. That's a good start..."
Illogical, Lazy: "What if I sat on the couch for 90 minutes and then sat on the couch for 90 more minutes?"
Rational: "No. That's awful! Okay, what if you went on a run for 10 minutes? That's not very long."
Illogical, Lazy: "What if I ate ice cream instead?"
Rational: "Come on...let's go. If you run for 20 minutes, you could eat some of that Ben & Jerry's Half Baked and not feel guilty about it..."
Illogical, Lazy: "I'll just eat it anyway and not feel guilty about it...no running required."
Rational: "Alright, last try. If you run for 10 minutes, you don't have to run for another month."
Illogical, Lazy: "And you promise that you won't bug me for another month about this?"
Rational: "Right."
Illogical, Lazy: "Deal."

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Things Overheard in First Grade Today

   
   Putting on costumes before our Goldilocks and the Three Bears play:
  As these conversations are happening, please imagine twelve children frolicking throughout the
  room touching each other's costumes, nervously wringing their hands, and writhing in pre-play
  anticipation:

  "What if I had to wear that wig for the rest of my ever loving natural life?" -Goldilocks
  "My mask is cool. Not Spiderman cool, but still like regular, I'm a kid cool". -Tree #4
  "If I wear this tie any longer, I'm going to die. I am dying. Goodbye, world." -Papa Bear
  "Is baby bear a boy or a girl? I don't get it."-Baby Bear
  "This is a big deal, guys. A biiiiiiiiig deal. Calm down, deep breaths." -Tree #1
  "What if a bee pollenated me during the play?" -Flower
  "This costume is awwwwwkward!!!!!" -Tree #2
  "This lace is awkward." -Baby Bear
  "This apron is awkward." -Mama Bear
  "This chair is awkward."-Flower
  "This play is awkward." -Tree #1
  "Are you guys aware of the meaning of the word awkward?" -Me

  After the Goldilocks and the Three Bears play:
  "I rocked everyone's faces off." -Goldilocks
  "Can I wear my mask all day? Kids would think I was a real bear that would eat them." -Papa Bear
  "Can I wear my mask all day? Kids would think I was a flower that would spit seeds at them."-Flower
  "I shoulda won an acting trophy." -Tree #2
  "....For best supporting tree in a comedy or musical." -Me

 During our seven page math test:
  Student comes up out of breath: "I....can't....take...it...anymore! I just can't take it!"
  Student finishes first, looks at me with wide eyes and in all seriousness: "I think I might be a genius."
  Student taking test, loudly shouts, "I BELIEVE IN MYSELF!!"

  At recess:
  "Will you play with us? You can be Aunt Ferfle." -student to me
  "No, she can be Aunt Dolphinhead!" -another student to me
  "No, no, no! I got it. She can be Aunt Ferfle Dolphinhead"-another student to friends
   They all nod their heads in agreement.

  I love this job.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Empty Rooms

When we first bought our house, I could not stop thinking about what our life would be like inside those walls. I pictured a beautiful living room, curled up on a couch reading a book with my husband. I envisioned a happy, warm kitchen---one where I would burn everything cook amazing meals and where all our friends would gather around a table, laughing and talking until the early hours of the morning. (Is anyone noticing a theme already? I have extremely ridiculous expectations). I imagined and coordinated every detail of our future home and anxiously awaited the day when I could make it a reality. I cut out pictures of furniture from magazines and pinned decorating ideas on Pinterest until I could pin no more. I had binders and notebooks full of everything from fabric swatches to paint chips to measurements of furniture I wanted to buy.

And then, when we moved in---reality hit. Couches weren't free. Chairs weren't cheap. A rug? That will be $2,000 please. Window treatments? Your first born child.

I remember walking around the house, staring at the bare walls, feeling overwhelmed as my footsteps echoed throughout the rooms. I was so uncomfortable with the emptiness of the place. And soon, I felt this intense desire and strong need to just start filling the place with stuff.

And so, off I went to the stores grabbing up pillows, tables, chairs, and lamps just to fill the space. As I put them in their places in the rooms of our home, I felt a little better. This looks okay, I thought. The rooms weren't completely empty now. But over time, I realized: I don't genuinely like or love any of these things. These things aren't made to last. I had been so overwhelmed by the emptiness in our house and so hurried to fill it, that I completely missed what was important: the slow process and transformation of the space. Any designer will tell you that it's not about running to the store and buying up whatever you see in Restoration Hardware that season. It's about collecting and adding things gradually, finding pieces that tell a story, allowing your space to evolve and change. It's less about filling the empty rooms and more about allowing it all to come together over time.

It's funny that through trying to decorate our home, God has been teaching me about emptiness. As followers of Christ, there are still days of emptiness and confusion. There are days when we don't understand what God's plan is for our lives. There are days when we feel distant from Him. There are days when we are more selfish, more jaded, or more cynical than usual. And when we feel that distance, when we feel that separation from our Creator---we begin to feel a restlessness and we begin the search to fill that void.

On the days when I feel distant from the Lord, that empty space screams for self indulgence and selfish choices.  It begs to be filled, it demands fleeting happiness. It temporarily distracts me from the distance I feel, the confusion, and the restlessness. But then, I realize that those things that I thought would fill me up, that I thought would cover up the bare walls in my heart---they're not made to last. They are temporary. They leave me emptier than before. Somehow, in the midst of trying to fill that space, I create a deeper void.

We so often become uncomfortable when we feel that emptiness. And truthfully, it's not uncommon to go through seasons where you feel isolated from God, where you wonder how or where He is working in your life. We panic, we worry, we wonder if it's normal. We keep it to ourselves and are ashamed that we're doubting His love for us, His plan for us, His promises to us. When we begin to feel that disconnect and when we begin to feel uncomfortable, we so often  feel overwhelmed and run towards other things to distract ourselves. We hurry to fill the empty walls, the echoing rooms in our heart.

I'm reminded in Phillipians 1:6, "And I am sure of this, that He who began a good work in you, will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ". On the days we feel isolated, we have to cling to the promise that He is completing a good work!  When I become overwhelmed in those empty, lonely days---the days I feel distant from Jesus, I have a choice: I can trust that the Lord is working in me and seek Him in that process...or I can fill that emptiness with temporary happiness.

Our walk with Christ is a journey. It's a series of highs and lows. It's a process in which we are refined, restored, and redeemed by His love. It doesn't happen overnight. It is a lifelong process in which we collect stories, are taught lessons, and are transformed by His forgiveness and grace. And while sometimes the refining process is uncomfortable, I pray to cling to the hope of and the knowledge that Christ is completing a good work in me. He is working in my life, He is present in my life. He is filling up the empty places of my soul, He is restoring the brokenness every day. It is a process that will transform my heart.

My hope is that we will seek God in the midst of that emptiness. Even when He feels far away, when we're confused, when we're angry, hurt, or grieving. I pray that we will cling to His promise on days when we seek temporary happiness---He is completing a good work in us. He isn't promising that it's easy, that it's quick, or that it is always comfortable. He is promising that He is restoring and redeeming us...and it will be complete.

So, slow down. Stop rushing the process. Stop filling your heart with cheap thrills and fabricated joy. Take a deep breath and rest in the knowledge that even when we feel uncomfortable, distant, and isolated, He is working in us.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Grilled Cheese

I've been married for five months now and have yet to really make any progress in the kitchen. Sure, I've put the ridiculous amount of cooking supplies we registered for away in drawers...but that's pretty much where they've stayed. In the drawers. Collecting dust. Unused. Sad. Lonely. And the pantry? Full of ingredients I have no idea how to use. I mean, when am I honestly going to use peppermint extract? What in the world is star anise? Why do I have three boxes of vanilla extract from Madagascar? I suppose I went out on a newlywed domestic high and purchased these items thinking I'd certainly use them for some magical recipe that would make my husband cry tears of joy. Hasn't happened yet, people.

Yesterday, I thought I'd make another attempt in the kitchen. I thought I'd surprise my husband with the Best Grilled Cheese He's Ever Eaten in His Life. This was going to be the grilled cheese of all grilled cheeses. I envisioned him showering me with compliments and calling all of his friends to tell them about the amazing lunch he had just eaten. I set myself up with some pretty unrealistic expectations to say the least. Did I truly know how to make a grilled cheese sandwich? Yes. No. I should, right? You'd think I should but oh, that's where you're wrong. Did we have any ingredients to make said sandwich? Not really. Nevertheless, I suited up in my apron and looked in the refrigerator and pantry hoping that the few ingredients we had would result in some sort of grilled cheese culinary genius.

The bread, cheeses, and butter were all there. I fired up the gas stove and began happily cooking away. I have to admit, I was pretty proud of myself. (Then, I had to stop and remind myself that I used to babysit young children that could cook their own grilled cheese). Still, I was happy that I was even standing in the kitchen, using an actual cooking utensil, and making food for my husband.

In the five minutes it should take to cook a grilled cheese sandwich, the following questions ran through my mind:
  • This is so fun, why don't I do this every day!?
  • Oooh, how did this side get so perfect and brown?
  • Why is this cheese not melting?
  • Why is there smoke!!!?
  • WHY IS THIS SIDE OF THE SANDWICH COMPLETELY BLACK!!!?
 Needless to say, I figured out a way to ruin a grilled cheese. I threw it in the trash can and I shamefully scraped away the black tar that was once cheese on my skillet. I was embarrassed that I couldn't even successfully melt cheese on bread, annoyed that I had failed so miserably, and disappointed in myself that I wasn't the chef I had hoped to be. In fact, I went as far to think, "I must be a terrible wife. I'll never learn to cook. Why did I even try?" A little overdramatic? Yes. But honestly, that's how I felt. I felt like a failure. I had failed to meet my own expectations and the ones I assumed my husband had created for me.

It's funny how God humbles us and uses our unmet expectations as a way of teaching us, how He uses mistakes to teach us more about His perfection and our lack of it. There I was, trying to be a perfect wife in our perfect kitchen making the perfect grilled cheese sandwich that would make my husband see how perfectly perfect I was....and then, I char that thing til it's completely past the point of edible. Is it really any wonder that my adventures in grilled cheese making were short lived? I demanded such perfection of myself. And obviously, I had placed way too much emphasis on a sandwich.


I think about other times when I demand perfection from myself or others. I seek perfection at work, in my home, from my husband, from friends, in my appearance, in my relationship with the Lord, and in this case: something as simple as a grilled cheese sandwich.

Here's the bottom line and here's what I so often forget in the messiness of life: God never asked me to be perfect. To be His, I do not need to be the perfect wife, friend, and teacher. I don't have to be the best cook, best dressed, and most beautiful. Because I simply cannot be. All I have to be is myself...His beloved daughter.While I'll strive to be excellent for Him, I have to constantly be mindful of when I am pridefully seeking perfection and when I am seeking to honor His name through excellence.

I love what Brennan Manning says about accepting our imperfection, mistakes, and foolishness. "As we come to grips with our own selfishness and stupidity, we make friends with the impostor and accept that we are impoverished and broken and realize that if we were not, we would be God. The art of gentleness toward ourselves leads to being gentle with others--and is a natural prerequisite for our presence to God in prayer".

Be kind to yourself. Be gentle. This thing we assume is "perfection" is completely unattainable. Isn't there such freedom in that? You can't and never will be perfect, so relax and take comfort in that thought. You don't have to try so hard anymore. So start finding joy in the messes. Laugh at your mistakes and seek to find Christ's love in the midst of them. Find humor in burnt grilled cheeses and begin to accept the grace God gives you in all your imperfection.


Sunday, March 10, 2013

Purpose

I am a new wife, teacher, friend, and daughter trying to find the beauty in little things and live in God's grace each day. Throughout this process of documenting my newlywed life, I hope to be vulnerable with whoever reads this and I hope to show God's love with humor and honesty. I'm just a girl who is willing share my life transparently in hopes someone else will get a glimpse of Christ's work in my life.

I'm pretty awful at cooking and I've discovered I'm not too great at keeping a house either. I can be short tempered and selfish. I can be indecisive and indifferent. But, at the end of the day, what I hope I am (and what I hope to become) is a caring wife, a nurturing teacher, and a good friend whose imperfect life reflects a perfect God.

So, why Earl Grey & Grace? Each morning, I start my day with a cup of tea and I delight in the truth that God has given me a fresh start...new grace, new mercies. I wake up each morning and I am encouraged in knowing that I don't have to be perfect and I'm allowed to make mistakes. Because of His grace, I am restored and redeemed. As for the earl grey tea, I can pretty much take it or leave it. But waking up to new beginnings in His grace---that is the only way I can start my day.