1. The final season of LOST starts in three days. I’ve been enthralled by some seasons and wearied by others, but I’m looking forward to seeing how all the mysteries of The Island resolve themselves. I would love for Charlie to come back for this season.
2. We had a real, honest-to-goodness snow in Searcy. I spent most of yesterday peeking outside to watch it come down throughout the day. It isn’t often that we get enough to justify the ritual grocery runs and school closings, but this time we did. I love snow. I don’t like the mushy mess of its melting, but I do love the beauty of snow on the ground and on rooftops.
After I took these pictures, it continued to snow for several more hours. Big chunks of snow that would explode on impact with the van and then slide down to the ground. This morning, it’s the oddest thing: the ground is covered but the limbs and branches of trees are still bare.
Funny snow. Beautiful snow.
3. We filed our income tax return yesterday. Before you start thinking that we are uber-patriotic and eager to give the government its share of our income, please realize that we get money back every year. Filing is our friend. It allows us to do things like clothes shopping and replacing worn out computers. This creates a rather odd dynamic of hearing my children say, “I love tax time,” when the rest of the country dreads its existence.
4. I’m almost afraid to say this one out loud. (Does writing in a blog count as saying things out loud?) Anyway, I think I’m on the tail end of the funk I’ve been in lately. It started with Caleb’s Type 1 diagnosis in August and simmered for a while. Over the Christmas break it really came to a head. Thanks to some wonderful listening friends, I think I’m ready to move forward. See, the problem is that when I feel overwhelmed, I reach for food like others might reach for credit cards, lottery tickets, or alcohol. Food is my drug. Maybe I don’t become a violent drunk or spend my family’s income on unneeded purchases, but I do gain weight every time I go through a season of stress.
The good news is that I can still wear all of my clothes. The bad news is that I can’t wear them well and if I don’t change my current patterns, I won’t be able to wear them for long. So, my friends, please pray for me over the next weeks. Pray that I will be wise in seeking God’s peace as I move past cluttering my brain with worry. The NPR broadcast I shared a few days ago made complete sense to me. My brain has been full. It’s time to let God have some of that.
I chose this picture for two reasons. First, it’s beautiful. I love connecting with God through nature, though being outside is not a big part of my life these days. I’d like to change that. Second, I love that the two paths have clearly different destinations. The shorter one leads to the woods where it is dense and complex. The longer road leads to an open area with a much longer journey. Both are beautiful.
Life is like that. I love my life. Even with its problems, it is full of wonderful people and breathtaking opportunities. If my path doesn’t change, there will still be beauty, although it will be more complex because of self-added complications and my journey might be shorter if I don’t take better care of my health. The new road I’d like to find will hopefully be clearer, equally beautiful, but with a longer journey that’s not quite as difficult.