Whew! After a tough week, it’s Saturday, and I’m so very glad. I slept until 8:30, made some coffee in my new Keurig (the one I’ve had for over four years finally gave up, and Paul couldn’t resurrect it), and got back in bed to read. I’ve caught up on the news (none of it good), and I’m about to pick up The Nightingale from the tall stack of library books on my nightstand.
Paul told me that today is Anne Day*, but I still haven’t decided what to do with it. For now, I’ll enjoy this quiet time in our room. And I think that later I want to hit up the sale at Fuzzy Goat.
Knitting has been a reliable stress reliever for me these days, and I’ve got some finished projects to show for it. Recently I completed a self-fringing shawl that got me back into my knitting groove:
And I made my sweet granddaughter a cardigan and hat. I just need to block the sweater and add a button and then it will be done:
Last night on a whim I cast on for a shawl with Zauberball Crazy yarn that is really driving me crazy — the yarn keeps tangling. But it’s in the perfect Auburn orange and blue, so I will persevere — much like I hope our team will persevere tonight.
Here are a few links I’ve bookmarked this week and finally been able to read this morning:
~ Ina and Jeffrey: A Love Story
~ In the pot nine days old
~ Stop acting immutable
~ The gift of sleep
Oh, Saturday! How I love you! And Paul, thank you ever so much for giving me an Anne Day!
Happy Saturday to y’all!
*If you’re new around here: Anne Day is this sweet gift Paul gives me. Essentially, it means that I get to do whatever I want to do. This means that we spend the day together doing fun things instead of chores.🙂
2 years ago today I said “I do” to this man. And I still do.
So very thankful for God’s provision.
It’s been a crazy week — big project at work — so the blog has dropped way down on the priority list. I’m enjoying a lazy morning today, though, so here are a few links:
~ A reminder for clueless jerks: DON’T DRIVE SLOW IN THE LEFT LANE. Can you hear me shouting “Amen!”? The article mentions that Georgia is aggressive about writing tickets for this, but I’ve never seen it happen.
~ Socialists are scarcity deniers. Which is just another way to say that they live in the land of fairies and elves.
~ The ten item wardrobe. I’m seriously interested in this.
~ Busyness is not the problem:
“Be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10). Rather than commanding us to try harder to find him, God tells us to be still and know him. Stop. Enough. Cease striving. Because he is God and he is moving and doing glorious things in both the sunshine and the rain, whether we stop and notice or not. We must not miss out because our hearts are too busy.
Though I would never admit it, it’s almost as if I want to streamline and organize and simplify my life to a point where I no longer need God to get me through my day. But my strengths and abilities will fail, again and again. I need a Savior every day.
Perhaps feeling overwhelmed and inadequate isn’t such a bad thing if that is what brings me to my knees and shatters my false sense of security. To the place where I realize my planning and intelligence and coping mechanisms mean absolutely nothing if I’m not becoming more and more like Christ and resting in the strength and presence of my creator, the author of my day. More of him and way, way less of me.
Read the whole thing.
~ I need to watch some more things like this to get me in the mood for football season. It’s been a long HOT summer, and I’m just not feeling it.
That’s it for now. Happy Saturday, y’all!
~ A peeve: internet recipes with a 1,000 word essay and 75 pictures BEFORE the ingredients and instructions are revealed. I *might* want to go through all of that AFTER I determine if the recipe looks like something I can (or want to) manage and if the ingredients are readily available and don’t contain something nasty like curry powder.
~ Thank you, Jesus, for Tylenol PM.
~ When I started knitting about two years ago, my reading life suffered. This summer, our move disrupted my knitting, but my reading life prospered. Now I’ve picked up the needles again and am hoping for some balance.
~ I recently got an Amazon Dash button. It’s pretty cool.
~ A line from A Three Dog Life that has me thinking: “What are you doing?” Paul asks. “I’m taking a poll,” I say. “What is the one thing that stays stable in your life?”
What is the one thing that stays stable in your life?
~ I cannot wait until this election cycle is over. Campaign signs have taken over Tallahassee, and they’re an eyesore.
~ Sometimes I think I might sound like an old lady.
~ That could be because I’m in a season of poor sleep. Last night I took the aforementioned Tylenol PM because I had a terrible headache that would not let up. But then a big thunderstorm rolled through after midnight and kept me awake for a while. And then just a few minutes later, it was time to get up.
Off to work now. Feel free to share your random thoughts in the comments.🙂
From The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life and Business by Charles Duhigg:
When people join groups where change seems possible, the potential for that change to occur becomes more real. For most people who overhaul their lives, there are no seminal moments or life-altering disasters. There are simply communities–sometimes of just one other person–who make change believable…
“Change occurs among other people,” one of the psychologists involved in the study, Todd Heatherton, told me. “It seems real when we can see it in other people’s eyes.”
…Belief is easier when it occurs within a community.
From Heart of the Matter: Daily Reflections for Changing Hearts and Lives
What’s behind all of your wrong anger? Whether you are angry about something trivial or something serious, your wrong reaction reveals that you are living as if you are in charge of the world. You believe you have the right to judge the people around you and the way God is running the world. Think about when you get angry. Aren’t you insisting, “My will be done; my kingdom come”? Anger is merciless. Anger sees, punishes, and gets rid of all offenders. But God has chosen to be merciful to wrongdoers, including someone like you, who struggles with taking God’s place in the world (Ephesians 2:1–5). God’s mercy brings life to you. If you struggle with bitterness, if you grumble, if you yell and argue, then you need God’s mercy. You will receive mercy and help when you confess to God your struggle with trying to control everything, with wanting to be God, and with judging those around you. God’s just anger toward sinners like you was poured out on his Son on the cross. Because Jesus died, you can be forgiven and have a whole new life. When you honestly confess your sins to God and ask him to forgive you for Jesus’ sake, you will receive forgiveness and the gift of God’s Spirit. The Spirit will give you the power to express your anger not your way, but God’s way.
~ David Powlison
From around the net:
~ If it makes you happy:
But what is the problem with being happy? Isn’t happiness a good thing? Doesn’t God want me to be happy? Again, it depends on what we mean by our use of the word “happy.” Happiness must be rightly ordered. Our happiness must be subject to our holiness. God does not want you to be happy when it is at odds with you being holy. When these become disordered we fall into the same problem as the nation of Israel at the end of Judges. The result of that tailspin was, “Everyone did what was right in his own eyes” (Judges 21:25). Happiness unchecked will always lead to doing what is right in your own eyes. And when we understand that the “heart is deceitful above all things” (Jer. 17:9), we can quickly understand the problem with doing what is right in our own eyes.
Instead, Christians should acknowledge that love is the answer but should labor to define that term as the Bible defines it. Happiness falls far short of love. Happiness is an emotion or state of mind. Love is something so much more.
~ A brief history of the Hawaiian shirt.
~ A free Bible study on how to change the way you think, act, and experience life.
~ Lean in on Sunday morning.
~ Don’t have time to read books? Try this one weird trick.
Today has been a perfectly lovely day:
~ Paul’s brother and his wife are in town and stopped by for a visit. I can’t believe I didn’t think to get a photo of the brothers!
~ Paul and headed up to Thomasville for lunch and a couple of errands:
~ George & Louie’s for lunch:
~ A stop at my favorite yarn shop. I just love this place! I love that when I walk in Cadence calls out, “Hi, Anne!”
~ A stop for an Icee on the way home (I know, I know… it’s not Whole30. But I felt like we were on a little vacation, so I indulged. It’ll be okay.)
I hope you’re having a good Saturday, too!
Earlier this week I linked to a thought-provoking post — You’re not meant to do what you love. You’re meant to do what you’re good at. A friend shared it on Facebook, and there was a bit of pushback in the comments. That got me thinking deeper about the subject — which is exactly why blog posts and Facebook are useful. The disagreement in the comments was of the “you shouldn’t crush anyone’s dream” variety. But I think the original blog post was a pushback against just that mentality. Our culture is functionally narcissistic — what makes me happy? what do *I* want to do? And hell hath no fury like a person who has been told he’s not good at something.
The more I think about the original post, the more I agree. We should be pointing our children in the direction of serving with their gifts and abilities (and helping them to find out what those are) instead of encouraging them to follow their hearts. See the difference there? One of those directions is others-focused and the other is self-focused. Yes, occasionally these two worlds collide, but not always.
I was raised to work hard and to aim for excellence at whatever job I held. And I’ve learned that I’m the kind of person who can make herself like just about any job. I’ve never held a mind-numbingly boring job, but some of the jobs I’ve had may well be mind-numbing to others. Sure, there are jobs I really don’t think I’d want, but if I had to to it, I think I could jedi-mindtrick myself into seeing the worth of it and digging in. I’m very grateful that the job I’m in now is challenging and interesting and never boring. But I never grew up thinking that my passion was balancing numbers or solving daily mysteries or replying to emails. As it turns out, however, that’s where God used my gifts and abilities and circumstances to put me to serve right now. It wasn’t my dream, but I’m glad about how it’s turned out. It’s satisfying to know that I’m where I’m supposed to be, even if that’s a different place than I thought I’d be.
I often counseled my children to find what they loved and to figure out how to get paid for it. There’s truth in that to be sure. But if I had it to do over again, I’d add the part about finding what you’re actually good at.
Just thinking a little this Friday morning…
From A Three Dog Life by Abigail Thomas:
This is my first experience with a dog in heat but the back pain arrived thirty years ago when I bent to pick a canned peach off the kitchen floor and couldn’t straighten up. My second husband seemed familiar with the problem. “My god, what is this called?” I cried as he tried to help. “It’s called my back is killing me,” he said. This version of my back is killing me comes from wearing a pair of stylish new red shoes that pinch my left foot and make me walk lopsided. I don’t know why I keep putting them on except they show off my ankles. At age sixty-three, ankles are my best feature unless you count cake.