December 12, 2011
December 11, 2011
November 29, 2011
- “You have nice teeth.” (his pick-up line needs serious re-tooling)
- “For you half price.” (gets the prize for most original)
- ¨Today last day of season - you are lucky.” (it’s only lucky if you give me the right price, dude)
- “What you want to pay?” (what does he think I want to pay?! Next to nothing, of course!)
- “Where are you from? Ah, España! Bellísima!” (speaking in a romance language does NOT make you romantic, buddy.)
- ¨I give you two for the price of three!” (ok, I’m not good at math, but really…)
- ¨Tomorrow Turkey is closed, you come on right day.” (and if you believe that…..you should not be at the market!)
November 28, 2011
November 11, 2011
October 24, 2011
for the things
that only come
from a place called
October 20, 2011
Someone had the audacity in a prayer time today with our team to pray that God would "seduce him". He begged God to make Himself so irresistible, so attractive, so inviting that he would have no choice but to surrender before THE LOVER. Wow.
September 8, 2011
August 20, 2011
through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of Him.”
2 Cor. 2:14
March 6, 2011
I know you´re a good speller so we can skip all the jokes and guffaws about my title. (There´s certainly nothing blessed about mine.) But here´s my point: Little things can sometimes pack a powerful punch.
February 23, 2011
What happens when there is a conversation between a left-brained person and a right-brained person?
Do harmony, happiness and bliss come to mind? No, they do not.
I´ll tell you what happens at my house: Intuitive, feeling-sensing types end up hurt and the rational, practical ones believe the intuitive, feeling-sensing types make absolutely no sense! One is looking through an intuitive, more visual holistic grid of how it affects people and the other is peering through a lens of logical, sequential steps from A to Z. Do you know what I´m talking about?!
One study put it like this: "The left side of the brain is the seat of language and processes in a logical and sequential order. The right side is more visual and processes intuitively, holistically, and randomly."
Do you know what "logical" and "intuitive" or "sequential" and "random" have in common? Nothing.
It is said that "Love covers a multitude of sins." When Mr. Adventure and I were newlyweds, our blind, new love did indeed cover up many, many sins. But through the years reality set in, decisions grew more and more complex, life became extremely busy and there are times we seem to be less and less willing & able to let love cover.
Whether the issue is a simple "Should we invite so-and-so over for dinner?" or a complex "Should we move to another continent?", I am still learning to practice loving listening, to not let his "practicality" shout "uncaring!", to allow myself to push past my own myopia to get inside his head and see things the way he sees them. Tonight I have been challenged again to let love cover.
When we were in Morocco we were in a study program with some others and one of our assignments was keeping a journal of our emotions. This was separate from our journal of cultural observations. Personally, I thought it was hilarious to watch us all turn in our assignments: my "emotions" journal meant multiple photocopies and the guys´ journals were about the size of a 3x5" index card! There is never any lack in the emotions department for me. I got the highest grade in the class on my journal! haha
I like to say that I "think emotionally". I´m not sure Mr. Adventure would believe "think" and "emotion" belong in the same sentence! But we desperately need each other. Just think if someone had a perfectly balanced right-left brain. Well, that´s us! It´s just that he has one half and I have the other half. Bringing them together is the goal and the challenge. Let´s choose to LET LOVE COVER.
February 22, 2011
I don´t mean to whine but why do spas have to cost so much? Now that I live in Europe I see certain advertisements of chocolate covered faces, fruit & herb baths, clients in one of those fluffy white towels getting a massage, etc. The price is a crime. Especially when internationally there are such economical versions of the spa around the world.
The year we lived in Morocco I visited the public bath called the hammam. It cost 70 cents. I was there for at least 2 hours. OK, so it wasn´t exactly the pampering kind. The floors were hard tile (and you had to sit on them). My neighbors stared at me. I had to haul my own buckets of water. It was stressful linguistically for me. BUT I always came out feeling amazing! When I took my two girls, they slept like logs afterwards. I felt a part of the female community in a small way. And the price was right!
The Turks have a bath that is quite famous and I really wanted to go when I made it to Istanbul one time. But we were just passing through and would have been relegated to doing a pricey tourist version so I had to pass it up. (After all that shwarma, baklava and Turkish Delight, I was pretty much out of money anyway.)
Then I was in Indonesia last year with Mr. Adventure visiting some friends and we got to go to the FISH SPA. No, I am not kidding. See?
The price was right so he went for it!
So, here´s how it works...you put your feet in this pool...and the little toe-jam eating fishies eat all your dead skin cells! Isn´t that amazing?
Are you a multi-tasker? Are you at least a wannabe? Try language learning!!
February 17, 2011
Today I prayed for a "laser saber".
February 16, 2011
There is a pressing in, a cloud around us
It threatens to overwhelm – and to overcome
It came, unbidden
It is a heavy companion.
There is a pressing in, a reckoning with self
A confession drawing us to God and to those who love us
A crushing scent and taste
It is our sober companion.
There is a pressing in, a soulful stirring
The saltiness of tears and brush of hyssop
An attending of wounds, a new, light rain
It is a deepening companion.
There is a pressing in, a lifting of head
A fixing of the eyes, the shadow of a cross
The earthy perfume after a rain
It is a deciding companion.
There is a pressing in, a certain resolution
A band of colors in the sky, daring us to hope
We lift our hands, surrendering
It is a startling companion.
There is a pressing in, a new leaning
A song from the garden gaining strength
There is praise - and an altar
It is an anointing companion.
February 3, 2011
I hear our organization is middle-aged.