Sunday, November 18, 2007
Four Wheel Fall
Despite drought, fires, and negativity, the fall has triumphed yet again. Yesterday, Tim and I relived our youth by tearing through peaceful, leaf-covered paths out to the power lines near his parents' house. Though the overall colors may not be high-scoring for the experienced Tennessean, there were several especially flamboyant maples which we caught sight of. Here are a few other glimpses of the clime:
Monday, November 12, 2007
A Good Day
Yesterday, I awoke to this.
So we decided to shrug it off and go camping anyway. Whereupon we found this:
(That's a forest fire.) Along with 20 coon hunters and their thousand coon dogs in our favorite camping spot.
Today, my apartment parking lot looks like this:
And three neighbors' cars + mine are trashed.
Running through yesterday's chaos, however, was indescribable joy. I missed church and Sunday School, but I got the chance to fellowship with four delightful Christian neighbors (all of them involved in the wall incident!) as we waited on the appropriate authorities to arrive. I didn't sleep outdoors by a river as planned, but I spent 4 hours of the morning in the brilliant fall sunshine, sipping coffee and laughing with new friends. Tim and I didn't sit around a campfire in the middle of nowhere last night; we got the chance to hang out with his brother and Reidun around a fire pit in his backyard. Lately, I've realized how deeply I long for the kind of friendships I had in college. I can still carry on the most solid part of them over the phone or in now-and-then visits--the part that shares concerns, prayers, hopes, the big things. But the explosions of laughter and delight--a cardboard figure of Homer Simpson gazing out off the roof, Club Sparkle karaoke, Bloody Fang--are few and far between now.
I found that part yesterday, though, over and over again. Maybe God makes walls fall down and fires burn for more reasons than the destruction of His enemies. Maybe He uses catastrophes to help with little longings for laughter too.
My car is smashed and a forest fire prevented us from camping. To God be the glory.
So we decided to shrug it off and go camping anyway. Whereupon we found this:
(That's a forest fire.) Along with 20 coon hunters and their thousand coon dogs in our favorite camping spot.
Today, my apartment parking lot looks like this:
And three neighbors' cars + mine are trashed. Running through yesterday's chaos, however, was indescribable joy. I missed church and Sunday School, but I got the chance to fellowship with four delightful Christian neighbors (all of them involved in the wall incident!) as we waited on the appropriate authorities to arrive. I didn't sleep outdoors by a river as planned, but I spent 4 hours of the morning in the brilliant fall sunshine, sipping coffee and laughing with new friends. Tim and I didn't sit around a campfire in the middle of nowhere last night; we got the chance to hang out with his brother and Reidun around a fire pit in his backyard. Lately, I've realized how deeply I long for the kind of friendships I had in college. I can still carry on the most solid part of them over the phone or in now-and-then visits--the part that shares concerns, prayers, hopes, the big things. But the explosions of laughter and delight--a cardboard figure of Homer Simpson gazing out off the roof, Club Sparkle karaoke, Bloody Fang--are few and far between now.
I found that part yesterday, though, over and over again. Maybe God makes walls fall down and fires burn for more reasons than the destruction of His enemies. Maybe He uses catastrophes to help with little longings for laughter too.
My car is smashed and a forest fire prevented us from camping. To God be the glory.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Bing calleth
Tomorrow, Tim and I are going to see White Christmas the musical with my mom and dad. This one is for the girls.
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