Or maybe not only in B-Town, but it seems I see it all here. Anyway, last Friday, I'm at Wal-Mart, stocking up on a few things (only 20, as I was in the 20 items or less lane) for the weekend. I usually don't pay much attention to people around me in Wal-Mart, or any store for that matter. I typically have my list, and want to get in and out of the store as quickly and painlessly as possible. Today, however, I spent a lot of time in that check-out line, behind 3 other customers, also stocking up for the weekend.
For some reason unknown to me, as the customer in front of me finally got to put her purchase on the counter, I took notice of her purchase. Two items. It was all I could do to contain my laughter, and remain composed. I had to turn away, which was a bit of a mistake, because my 14-year-old (yes, she's already 14, can you believe it?), looked at me and mouthed "what's wrong, Mom?" I just shook my head. If I told her, she wouldn't be able to contain her laughter either. I couldn't resist. I had to tell her. It was too good to keep to myself. What's the likelihood that a person would be buying those two particular items, and only those items?? So, I motioned with my eyes, and mouthed "look at what that woman is buying." My daughter looked. She knew not to laugh aloud, so she, too, turned around, looking at the magazines, shoulders shaking with laughter. We both, by some sort of divine assistance, were able to keep from laughing aloud until after we got to the parking lot. Now that's some control, yes? Perhaps you won't find it as funny as we did, when you discover what that woman was stocking up on that day in Wal-Mart, but I'm still finding it difficult not to laugh as I write this. And what were the two items she purchased?
A 10-pack of frozen burritos, and a 24-roll pack of toilet paper.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Spring Break
Today finds me blogging for the first time since August. It also finds me happily married for 2 1/2 months. It finds me caring for two of my children, who are sick. (A terrible thing to be sick during spring break). It finds me caught up on laundry and house work. It finds me very tired from cleaning out closets and packing boxes.
Packing boxes. The children and I will be moving from B-Town in 3 months. It feels rather strange that the move is that close. We've been spending quite a few weekends in JC-burg lately, and we've found a church we like. Finding a church family is a top priority in making a move such as this because the children and I really know very few people there, although I have been meeting a few recently. So, moving at the beginning of the summer and already starting to establish ourselves in a church will aid in the comfort and confidence of starting new schools and a new job (hope I find as good a one as I have now). We'll miss B-Town, but we're also excited at a fresh start in a new place. And it IS exciting. I can't help but wonder what sort of work God has planned for us there. I wondered the same thing when I moved to B-Town nearly 13 years ago. God has been good, my friends, so very good. Terrible things happened here, of course, but oh! the blessings that came from them! What He's done in my life amazes me. What He's done in my children's lives amazes me more. And what He will do in the future will, undoubtedly, be even more amazing.
Many people asked me prior to getting married how I felt about living apart from my soon-to-be husband for six months. I always answered the same, that it probably wouldn't be much different than living apart during the three years we dated. Well, I was wrong. (Yes, you read that correctly. I was wrong). It's funny how the very strong bonds of matrimony can anchor so firmly in one's heart, that it's painful to be apart from their beloved. I miss him more, I love him more, and I believe the stretching of those strong bonds - the pain that causes - will make it easier to move when the time comes.
Perhaps that's how it's supposed to be. When God wants to move us, He readies our hearts by giving us the ability to long for where we're going. Perhaps that's how Christ was able to suffer on the cross for us -- because He longed to go home to His Heavenly Father. How great His longing must have been in order for Him to endure all that suffering for us.
Packing boxes. The children and I will be moving from B-Town in 3 months. It feels rather strange that the move is that close. We've been spending quite a few weekends in JC-burg lately, and we've found a church we like. Finding a church family is a top priority in making a move such as this because the children and I really know very few people there, although I have been meeting a few recently. So, moving at the beginning of the summer and already starting to establish ourselves in a church will aid in the comfort and confidence of starting new schools and a new job (hope I find as good a one as I have now). We'll miss B-Town, but we're also excited at a fresh start in a new place. And it IS exciting. I can't help but wonder what sort of work God has planned for us there. I wondered the same thing when I moved to B-Town nearly 13 years ago. God has been good, my friends, so very good. Terrible things happened here, of course, but oh! the blessings that came from them! What He's done in my life amazes me. What He's done in my children's lives amazes me more. And what He will do in the future will, undoubtedly, be even more amazing.
Many people asked me prior to getting married how I felt about living apart from my soon-to-be husband for six months. I always answered the same, that it probably wouldn't be much different than living apart during the three years we dated. Well, I was wrong. (Yes, you read that correctly. I was wrong). It's funny how the very strong bonds of matrimony can anchor so firmly in one's heart, that it's painful to be apart from their beloved. I miss him more, I love him more, and I believe the stretching of those strong bonds - the pain that causes - will make it easier to move when the time comes.
Perhaps that's how it's supposed to be. When God wants to move us, He readies our hearts by giving us the ability to long for where we're going. Perhaps that's how Christ was able to suffer on the cross for us -- because He longed to go home to His Heavenly Father. How great His longing must have been in order for Him to endure all that suffering for us.
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