August 31, 2007
I have a cold. Maybe that’s why Jerry’s especially funny today:
We all think we’re experts on our own bodies. I was in the drug store the other day trying to get a cold medication. Did you ever try to pick one of these out? Not easy. There’s an entire wall of products that you need. You stand there going, “Well, this one is quick-acting but this is long-lasting…Which is more important, the present or the future?”
It’s 2007, I’m thinking I should be able to spout my symptoms into a little drive-thru speaker and get out a personalized prescription:
“Well, it’s not so much a stuffy head as a crusty nose that’s tender to the touch. My lips are dry but that’s probably from the hours of breathing through my mouth as my nose is on strike. No headache, no cough, no sore throat. Pretty much just the nose. Oh, and the fact that I have less energy than that cow that jumped over the moon. I mean, she’s gotta bed one tired Bessie.”
August 30, 2007
I can’t say I’ve ever mowed our lawn and had any deep thought. Not even an “oh-I-need-to-remember-to-get-more-paper-towels- at-the-store” moment. Usually it’s just bearing the Orlando sun for an hour and counting the lawn swaths to go like days left of school.
But last weekend, with the Toro as my witness, the backyard tree spoke to me. Ok, maybe not really. More like God said to my heart using our unprunded tree as fodder:
Angie, see that branch that’s sticking out? It’s almost like the bulk of the tree is going one direction and it’s taking an unforeseen detour. I’ve created the tree to go in one direction and it’s taking extra energy in a direction it’s not meant to go. And it’s not the only branch like that.
My life’s become a little bit like that. Going in lots of directions, spreading my energy in trajectories that are good…but not the best. (A favorite quip of mine: the good is often the enemy of the best.)
Pruning hurts. It’s not convenient. But the gardener does it for the benefit of the plant as there’s only so much water/sap/energy (I’m not a horticulturist, sorry) and so it must be maximized by trimming and redirecting.
That’s what I feel God’s doing. It’s not fun but I know the benefit. I don’t want to invest my life in a million different venues, peoples and activities. I want to choose a few, key things. God’s reminded me of the passion He’s given me and calling me to filter my life and activities through that as a means of making decisions:
Helping women realize their potential in light of God’s truth.
That’s the direction I want my branch to grow in — upward.
August 15, 2007
My boss, Jason, gave me the head’s up that I now have my very own Angie font. And for a measly $186.
But how can you put a price tag on being immortalized like this?
August 8, 2007
Fall is upon us and the beginning to another school year around the country.
Help students you know (friends, relatives) get plugged in to a Campus Crusade movement on their campus.
Search to see if Campus Crusade is at their college or university.
August 7, 2007
On page 15 of People from August 15th, the photo caption says:
“Matt Damon laughs it up with the women in his life — wife Luciana and mom Nancy Carlsson-Paige — at the premiere of The Bourne Ultimatum. When asked how he got in shape for the action flick, Damon jokingly replied, “Jazzercising.”
I saw the movie over the weekend and look forward to jumping from building to building now that I know my beloved Jazzercise was his secret. LOL
August 2, 2007
What’s a better way to lighten up the somber mood at the Baggage Claim? (One of the tags says “Open with caution: dirty laundry inside”)
Oh, the inventions that I never made but should have. Buy me a pack for Christmas.