That title seems to sum it up. I’m not sure where to go from there. But I guess it’s been a long time since I just rambled in a post.
I don’t have to work tomorrow. The gym is closed for the day. So I plan to go to a library (or two) and maybe a park, depending on the weather.
Not that I need books at the moment. I’m reading The Lord of the Rings. This is the 11th time. I love how well I know it at this point. But sometimes I wonder how I got through it the first time when I had no idea what was going on; it can be quite dense at times.
On a different note, one of my favorite things about my new smartphone is that I was able to download a Kingdom Hearts game. Kingdom Hearts is my favorite video game series, and a mobile game was released recently. At the time I had no way to play it. Now I do. It’s been fun. There’s not much plot, but I don’t care.
Is four (five now!) paragraphs enough? I’m calling it enough. I want to go read and play Kingdom Hearts. And find a snack. Maybe there’s still ice cream in the freezer. It feels like an ice cream sort of night.
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard,
and no mind has imagined
what God has prepared
for those who love him.”
In 1 Corinthians 2:9, Paul quotes this sentence from Isaiah. He says it’s talking about God’s plan for the salvation of mankind, which the rulers of this world, with all their worldly wisdom, did not understand. Then he says something really cool:
But it was to us that God revealed these things by his Spirit. For his Spirit searches out everything and shows us God’s deep secrets. No one can know a person’s thoughts except that person’s own spirit, and no one can know God’s thoughts except God’s own Spirit. And we have received God’s Spirit (not the world’s spirit), so we can know the wonderful things God has freely given us. (2:10-12)
Sometimes we can have a good idea what someone’s thinking by their actions and body language, but for the most part, we can’t really know their thoughts unless they tell us. And sometimes even that isn’t sufficient, because we humans aren’t always good at words. Or at listening. And I think that overall we’re all thankful mind reading isn’t our regular method of communication.
On our own, we can’t know God’s thoughts either. He told us what we need to know in his words in the Bible. But he also goes beyond that. To the saved, he gives his Spirit. We don’t have to rely on insufficient worldly wisdom. We have God’s Spirit, who will help, because he has done wonderful things and he wants us to understand them.
God wants us to know his thoughts.
How awesome is that?
“I love you so much that it is starting to steal other words’ meanings.”
- Are you okay?
- I’ll carry that.
- Do you want some?
- I miss you.
- Be careful.
- Can I help?
- I’m sorry.
- I forgive you.
- Have you eaten?
- Do you want to come?
- You make me smile.
- Here, share my blanket.
- You can talk to me.
- My treat.
- I thought you’d like this.
- What do you need?
- What do you want to watch?
- I’ll take care of it.
- Go to bed.
- Let me know when you get there.
- I’m glad we’re friends.
- How was your day?
- Remember when we…?
- Thank you.
- Take a break.
- You can borrow mine.
- Hi, beautiful.
- You handled that well.
- It made me think of you.
- Let’s do something together.
- I got your favorite kind.
- Do you want a hug?
- Do your homework.
- For you.
- Want to chat?
- Wear a coat.
- This will make you laugh.
- I like your shirt.
- Want anything while I’m up?
- You make me feel special.
- You are special.
- I’ll pray for you.
- How did it go?
- You’re good at this.
- Take some leftovers with you.
- Text me if you have time.
- You can do it.
- You have a great smile.
- Sleep well.
- I’m glad you’re here.
My dear friend D’s birthday is coming up later this week. She posts her friends’ funny quotes on her blog on their birthdays, and since she’s a very funny person, it’s only right that someone posts hers. Have some amusement added to your day. (And if you want more, you can find previous years’ posts here and here.)
I wrote off ‘actress’ as a potential career move because I didn’t want to kiss actors.
I really just love that in his mind, I’m an eighty-year-old woman with nothing to do but sit on her computer creaming strangers at Words with Friends. We all know it will be true someday…
#LeagueofNations is currently trending on Twitter. Apparently it’s some kind of wrestling event? I was really wondering why the precursor to the United Nations was relevant on Twitter…. :p
[In a book review] The illustrations are beautiful and the concept is great, but anyone reading this to their child will be troubled by the vast quantity of obscure words the dog character uses…. However, I’m still rating this four stars, because I am the niche audience: someone who gets extremely excited about a fairy dogfather who fills his every sentence with words like ‘surmise’ and ‘perspicacious.’
Me: But how do you sing things like, “The weather outside is frightful,” when it’s not?
D: …The same way I sing romantic love songs, Zella. By suspending disbelief and engaging the imagination. XD
Today I sewed a complicated Christmas gift without crying once. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
“No, posterity, I won’t explain. Also I may be dead anyway when you’re reading this.”
My journals bring so much joy to my life.
Today’s mildly disturbing thought: People have many recommended means of dealing with spiritual warfare; my favorite is yelling “IF THE DEVIL DOESN’T LIKE IT HE CAN SIT ON A TACK.”
If it was an arranged marriage, then it wouldn’t be weird.
Once recently I was writing a Peterson story that slowly turned into extended exposition. I used alliteration and was like, “Oops, now it’s a sermon.”
Western Civilization Part One. It’s fabulous. The textbook is so well-written I’ve fangirled over it.
Last night, I dreamed that I was Rose in the 1997 Titanic movie. Only… it was really just me in the form of Rose, because I spent the whole movie being disturbed by Jack and trying to get away from him.
“And you come alongside someone and literally breathe life back into them.”
Nope, that’s CPR.
I’m pretty sure if Agatha Christie ever took a career placement test, it suggested serial killer and she decided to make good on that in fiction. xD And of course I say that with utmost respect.
I feel like it’s worth pointing out that the acronym for Songs of Solomon is SOS, just in case none of you have ever noticed.
Random thought: the classic Rapunzel story is a powerful metaphor against “Homeschool Extremism.” If you try to protect your child from the world, limit their influences, and create an obsessive bubble, they will be too clueless to know how to deal with the larger world and will make an ill-fated match that makes you tear your hair out or cut off theirs. The end.
I probably consumed a hundred gallons of syrup in my childhood.
According to an Internet test, I have the vocabulary of a sixty-eight year old. This is very satisfying.
Kinda want to get married so that I can use Switchfoot lyrics as captions for pictures of my spouse.
Not the first time I’ve spontaneously burst into laughter while washing my hands in the women’s bathroom…
“It’s so easy to see your heart.”
Words of encouragement or invasive surgery?
I was just lying on my floor snuggling with Teefty and thought how I’ll never put pressure on a spouse to give me the best-ever Valentine’s Day present. I already got it and her name is Teefty.
Fun! But did he ever suggest that he was going to murder you on the table? That’s the mark of an ideal patient/doctor relationship, apparently.
[Talking about the TV show The Flash]
Gaby: WE NEED TO /PROPERLY/ CAST D NOW
D: Cast me as his girlfriend. O:)
ADAM YOUNG’S NEXT INSTRUMENTAL ALBUM IS ABOUT LINDBERGH
MY LIFE JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER
At church today, I noticed that it’s perfectly normal for us to sing bad words in songs when it’s Easter. We all say “oh hell” unashamedly. XD
Gaby: The only thing that’s worse than coding is DEBUGGING.
D: Dealing with bugs of any kind always results in suffering, so I’m not surprised.
When times get tough and I feel overwhelmed, sometimes I cheer myself up by remembering that we took pictures in front of a chalk Lorax mural during one of the best weeks of my life.
I would get mad if I was about to get to a major plot twist reading someone’s journal and then the surprise was stolen.
Many of my favorite pants have been deemed unwearable by others with more taste than I. XD
I have never expressed an interest in being impaled.
[Talking about buying journals] At least we can rule out all the tacky ones and all the ones with Oprah quotes.
Academic advisor: “You did really, really well on the math placement test.”
God is real and He works miracles, guys. XD
I recognize that guy, but I don’t know whose boyfriend he is.
I swear, I learned half of my vocabulary words from Charles the Rooster.
Baby steps, baby steps. Teenager steps, which are even smaller.
The Olympians having Twitter accounts is one of the best things about the Twenty-First Century.
“As I have told you, I was a very astute child. Well, I may not have told you that, but it was implied.” PLEASE make sure this ends up in my quote post. It’s my favorite conceited thing I’ve ever said. XD
Here are funny things I may or may not have shared before. Some of them need to go in my quote post at the end of this month. #humble
You know it’s a slow night at the library when the people at the desk are looking up YouTube videos of how to eat pomegranates.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Yes! Let me tell you how I met my stuffed panda bear.
I act like I’m a good person, but I used to hide in the bathroom to get out of helping unload groceries. #confession #sinnersavedbygrace
The great thing about being a writer is that when people are annoying, you can turn it into useful, applicable research into human nature.
A Bible that is falling apart probably belongs to a person who isn’t… or to a nine-year-old boy.
I’m getting a new phone. Like, a smartphone. And that’s only because my not-all-that-intelligent phone is dying. It’s kind of sad; this phone has been exactly what I wanted. But it is literally falling apart, so it’s time to let it retire.
I’m so behind the times. I’m okay with that.
My phone lost another button while I was at work last night, so when I got home, my dad and I went shopping for a new one. We didn’t have much time before the store closed, but we weren’t going to have a better time to go this week. So I picked out a phone. The deciding factors were: it wasn’t as enormous as some of the others, and the power and volume buttons were on the back instead of the sides. As you can tell, I’m very picky.
Of course, the store didn’t have that one in stock, but it is now ordered and should arrive by Thursday. I’m actually kind of glad it worked out that way, because it gives me some time to mentally adjust.
Old phone, it’s been fun. We’ve had some good times. I’ll miss your friendly yellow text message alerts. You just have to make it two more days. Then you can rest in peace (or pieces, as the case may be).
In case you’re in need of some new music ideas yourself.
It hasn’t quite been on repeat yet actually, but this is what stuck in my head from listening to this album today, so it’s likely to come up again tonight. I love the chorus.
This song is a fairly new discovery, as is the band. I recently bought the song and discovered that there’s a bit at the end that was not in the Youtube video I’d been listening to, which was extra exciting because it connects the song to this one (bonus!), which I also like.
One of my very favorites of Kurt Schneider’s covers. (He’s the guy playing the tiny piano.) I’ve heard the original song, and I’m not a fan, but I love this version.
My mom and I saw Wicked again recently. It was very exciting. We loved it just as much the second time. This is the love song from the musical, and I appreciate it on multiple levels because it also perfectly describes a couple in some stories I write.
Some of the musical Hamilton is problematic, but this song about two fathers writing letters to their children is absolutely precious.
… is something we should say less often.
We mean well. It’s supposed to be a way to assure the person apologizing that we weren’t offended or upset. Sometimes it works, especially if the event was insignificant.
But sometimes it doesn’t.
Apologizing isn’t easy. It’s awkward, uncomfortable, and stressful. Quite often, a person apologizes because they feel they need to. If you tell them they don’t, they’re just kind of stuck. They tried to do something difficult because they felt it was necessary, and you won’t accept it, so where do they go from there?
“It’s okay.” “I’m not angry.” “I forgive you.” If you are genuinely not upset, there are many possible responses to an apology that convey those feelings without devaluing the effort and feelings of the person apologizing. Be creative. Let them apologize.
Personally, I haven’t witnessed many passionate debates over the whole falling in love at first sight thing. But people do seem to have strong opinions on the matter. I’m here to tell you mine.
First of all, I have heard too many real people say this is how their romantic relationships began to discount the idea entirely. People say love at first sight only happens in books and fairy tales, but unless all those real people are lying or delusional (which seems like a stretch), that’s not true.
And here’s something I recently realized: We accept the concept in all other kinds of relationships. We look at a parent holding their newborn baby for the first time or a child who has just been handed a puppy and make comments about how they’re already in love. Friends talk about how they just clicked when they met and we think that’s cool. (I have personally experienced the latter in a friendship that’s been going on for 13 years and counting.) But romantic relationships? Here people start to question it.
The thing is, love at first sight is not enough to make a relationship last. I think this is really what trips people up. But it’s not enough in any relationship. It’s not enough for a parent and their baby, it’s not enough for a child and their dog, it’s not enough for friendship, and it’s not enough for romance.
Any healthy long-term relationship is exhausting and inconvenient and time-consuming and requires emotional investment and sacrifices. It’s also fulfilling and well worth these things, but if just one person is unwilling to put in the effort, the relationship isn’t going to last, or if it does, it will not be healthy.
But a bad end does not necessarily invalidate a good beginning. It doesn’t mean it wasn’t genuine at one point, whether the start was gradual or instantaneous. Humans make good starts that fizzle out in all sorts of situations; relationships are no exception.
Love a first sight may never be how relationships work for you. It’s not sufficient. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
Today, have a story I wrote. It is completely pointless, sappy fluff, but I had fun with it. Like this one, it’s an alternate universe with characters some friends and I created.
The title comes from this absolutely adorable song:
After dropping several books in the return bin, Clara headed straight to the Staff Picks shelves in her favorite library. A new book stood in Derrick’s section, and she snatched it up, barely glancing at the title as she hugged it happily. The title and content didn’t matter; she would read it.
For the past year or so, she had read every one of Derrick’s staff picks. It had started with a book about The Lord of the Rings, and after that, she discovered that he had great taste. Only a few times had she not liked his recommended books.
She had never met him. She came to the library on Tuesday mornings, and he apparently worked some other time. She half wanted to meet him so she could tell him how much she appreciated his indirect book recommendations. But at this point, she suspected she would be a bit starstruck, because if you could develop a crush on someone based solely on their taste in literature, she definitely had that problem. It would be awkward.
But as she approached the checkout desk half an hour later, carrying too many books, there he stood.
He was even more attractive in person than in his picture.
In vague panic, she almost turned toward the self-checkout station. But no. She could at least meet him. She didn’t have to say anything, but she should give herself the opportunity.
So he’s tall, dark, and handsome and has great taste in reading. So what? she told herself as she walked to the counter.
So what?! herself screamed back. She did her best to ignore it.
Derrick was polite enough as he scanned her items, if not talkative. But he paused when he reached the book Clara had pulled from his shelf. He quickly resumed his work, saying, “That’s a good one. I hope you like it.”
“I’m sure I will,” Clara replied. “I always enjoy the books you pick.”
He paused again, looking at her curiously. “So it’s you.”
“My friend Alex has been telling me for ages that there’s a girl who checks out every one of my staff picks and that I should meet her. Apparently that’s you.”
“Oh.” She knew Alex. Sometimes they chatted while he scanned her books. He seemed fun. Absurdly, she felt a bit betrayed. She swallowed and, aiming for a lighthearted subject change, asked, “You don’t normally work this time, do you?”
Derrick shook his head. “I work evenings. But Alex had plans with his brother for the day, so we swapped some shifts around, and I ended up here. I’m sure that was completely coincidental.”
Clara had no idea how to respond to that. She started to slide books into her bag instead of replying.
“Clara, right?” Derrick asked.
Her head shot up. “How…?” He gestured toward his computer screen with a slight, amused smirk. “Oh. Yes. Clara.”
Derrick nodded. He tore off her receipt, grabbed a pen, and printed a phone number at the bottom of the slip of paper while Clara stared, mouth agape. “There,” he said. “You can text me and let me know how you like the book. If you want to.”
“Okay. I will.” Somehow she had just committed to that? Hopefully she could make herself follow through.
Derrick slid the receipt into the last book and handed it to her. “Have a nice day.”
“Thanks. You, too.” Clara smiled. Derrick smiled back, and it was adorable.
Clara practically floated to her car.
In which I looked through one of my Pinterest boards for fun things. Because I don’t feel like writing anything today.