Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Smooth.
I talked to a guy today who I just knew had those soft hands that get washed too much and uses his wife’s moisturizer. Like Dr. Harding, my eye doctor. He spoke very smoothly (not like, “ooh, he’s smooth!”, but like his voice was very calm and level and silky almost) and worked everything into his smooth flow of words. “and what’s your name? Zoë... that’s a cool name… I’ll send you that proposal and follow up to see if you have any questions.” No periods… just dot dot dot… move on… don’t stop. I could almost him staring into Kaa the snake’s hypnotizing eyes.
Well, that was a lot of unfounded observation. That’s all!
Well, that was a lot of unfounded observation. That’s all!
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Elementary School.
This morning I went to LCS to pray with Michaela. Man, does she know how to pray! I don’t know where it comes from. We prayed with other seekers from her school, for her school. I really to feel that change is coming. God has plans for Michaela, and for LCS. When God plans… whoa! Get in the way!
I also went to my elementary school to say, “Hi” to all my old teachers. It looked exactly the same. I saw Mr. J, who taught me to pick my nose, and who came to my baptism and to my house for spaghetti dinner, and taught me cursive, and hooked me on juicy fruit gum, and taught me to spell ‘Easter’ and in whose class I first threw up at school, and who had class birds we got to take care of, and who organized a class sleepover at school. He was rather shocked to see me.
And I saw Mrs. Kennett, who taught me addition, and to not steal, and how to spell ‘cheque’ (which my computer is now telling me is spelled wrong. Silly computer, go back to Canadian school.) and how to paint, she was the first, last and only teacher to send me to the Principle’s office, she gave me a spider plant and a book. She used to always wear shoulder pads, and I thought she was pretty, even though I was scared tearless to have her I was in Grade One and she was a new teacher so I couldn't hear stories about her ahead of time to prepare myself. She asked after my brothers (who she didn't teach) and if I still had my dog.
I had a fun time remembering the time I went to the fun fair after having taken a big sniff of a daffodil (which I just recently learned isn’t pronounced ‘dafodale’) and had yellow pollen all over my face.
And the time Jeff tried to show some grade 7-ers how he could breathe though his bum, but he was too nervous to do be able to do it.
And playing Pogs in the multi-purpose room, and trying to break the bench with Tiffany in one of our ‘anger breaks’ in Mrs Gawryluk’s class.
And being ‘smart’ to Mr. Bennett.
And Mrs. Galvin teaching us the song “Nobody likes me / Everybody hates me / May as well go to the garden and eat worms”. She was wearing dinosaur feet slippers at the time.
And taping my ukulele to my stomach before the concert because I didn’t like holding that heavy thing up with my little arms.
And doing the ‘CATS!’ action in choir two verses earlier than everyone else.
And tripping Santa in the school Christmas play.
And playing PacMan and Oregon Trails in the mornings.
And being late for school the day after Daylight Savings.
And throwing up in Mrs. Nordby's class on the way to her desk to tell her I felt sick. They were the days when I was still learning to recognize what my body was telling me.
I also went to my elementary school to say, “Hi” to all my old teachers. It looked exactly the same. I saw Mr. J, who taught me to pick my nose, and who came to my baptism and to my house for spaghetti dinner, and taught me cursive, and hooked me on juicy fruit gum, and taught me to spell ‘Easter’ and in whose class I first threw up at school, and who had class birds we got to take care of, and who organized a class sleepover at school. He was rather shocked to see me.
And I saw Mrs. Kennett, who taught me addition, and to not steal, and how to spell ‘cheque’ (which my computer is now telling me is spelled wrong. Silly computer, go back to Canadian school.) and how to paint, she was the first, last and only teacher to send me to the Principle’s office, she gave me a spider plant and a book. She used to always wear shoulder pads, and I thought she was pretty, even though I was scared tearless to have her I was in Grade One and she was a new teacher so I couldn't hear stories about her ahead of time to prepare myself. She asked after my brothers (who she didn't teach) and if I still had my dog.
I had a fun time remembering the time I went to the fun fair after having taken a big sniff of a daffodil (which I just recently learned isn’t pronounced ‘dafodale’) and had yellow pollen all over my face.
And the time Jeff tried to show some grade 7-ers how he could breathe though his bum, but he was too nervous to do be able to do it.
And playing Pogs in the multi-purpose room, and trying to break the bench with Tiffany in one of our ‘anger breaks’ in Mrs Gawryluk’s class.
And being ‘smart’ to Mr. Bennett.
And Mrs. Galvin teaching us the song “Nobody likes me / Everybody hates me / May as well go to the garden and eat worms”. She was wearing dinosaur feet slippers at the time.
And taping my ukulele to my stomach before the concert because I didn’t like holding that heavy thing up with my little arms.
And doing the ‘CATS!’ action in choir two verses earlier than everyone else.
And tripping Santa in the school Christmas play.
And playing PacMan and Oregon Trails in the mornings.
And being late for school the day after Daylight Savings.
And throwing up in Mrs. Nordby's class on the way to her desk to tell her I felt sick. They were the days when I was still learning to recognize what my body was telling me.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
GOD'S PRACTICAL JOKE
There’s been a few days with less-than-enough God time. There’s been a fashion magazine in place of my Bible, and in the mornings I’ve been in front of the mirror instead of on my face in front of the throne.
So last night, I decided that this morning I was going to wake up half an hour early to have God-time in the morning before getting ready, which I had unsuccessfully tried to do the last few days as well, but this time I decided that if I didn’t get in half an hour before work, something else in my day would be sacrificed.
11:30PM Went to bed with glowing expectations for the morning.
1:00AM Still awake.
1:30AM Still awake.
1:45AM Finally I got up to read my Bible and pray. (God spoke to me in a really cool way, but that’s beside the point.)
3:00AM Asleep
7:30AM Cue music, alarm goes off. I decide to stay in bed and pray and worship for the 30 minutes before getting ready…
8:30AM he prompted me to check the time… SMACK! I have to leave for work in 15 minutes! And I had such great plans to shave and wear a skirt! “Aaaawwww! I can’t believe it! How did that happen? How did I not clue in that an entire CD does not span 30 minutes? God, why did you not tell me? You always do?”
Then it began to dawn on me that the last few days, I’ve slept in which rushed me getting ready which squished out God in the mornings.
And so we see through Exhibit 18338-B in Zoë’s Life Wing, that God is a jealous God, and that he has a wry sense of humor.
I thought of you every time I ran my fingers through unwashed greasy hair. Good one!
So last night, I decided that this morning I was going to wake up half an hour early to have God-time in the morning before getting ready, which I had unsuccessfully tried to do the last few days as well, but this time I decided that if I didn’t get in half an hour before work, something else in my day would be sacrificed.
11:30PM Went to bed with glowing expectations for the morning.
1:00AM Still awake.
1:30AM Still awake.
1:45AM Finally I got up to read my Bible and pray. (God spoke to me in a really cool way, but that’s beside the point.)
3:00AM Asleep
7:30AM Cue music, alarm goes off. I decide to stay in bed and pray and worship for the 30 minutes before getting ready…
8:30AM he prompted me to check the time… SMACK! I have to leave for work in 15 minutes! And I had such great plans to shave and wear a skirt! “Aaaawwww! I can’t believe it! How did that happen? How did I not clue in that an entire CD does not span 30 minutes? God, why did you not tell me? You always do?”
Then it began to dawn on me that the last few days, I’ve slept in which rushed me getting ready which squished out God in the mornings.
And so we see through Exhibit 18338-B in Zoë’s Life Wing, that God is a jealous God, and that he has a wry sense of humor.
I thought of you every time I ran my fingers through unwashed greasy hair. Good one!
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
So, if you think you are standing firm...
I’ve been thinking lately about sin, and temptation, and those people I call giants of the faith. I realized that the last part really isn’t fair of me, to expect greater of someone else.
So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you do not fall!
No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. (1Cor.10.12-13)
…
So, of you think they are standing firm, be careful that you don’t place your trust in them! No strength is in them that is not purely God.
No merrit in them deserves your praise.
I have had to realize again that all men are created, and remain equal. No "giant" is greater than me. Any one could fall, any day.
Therefore,
STAY SHARP
STAY AWAKE
KEEP YOUR WITS ABOUT!
Sharpen your sword in Bible study, in memorizing Scripture, in thinking on the Word, and in applying its precepts.
Stay awake in fellowship with Jesus! He is your food and drink... DO NOT FEED OFF YOURSELF! Get new food in you!
The Holy Spirit is your spiritual wits. Be filled CONTINUALLY with the Holy Spirit, he is your strength.
therefore, if you think you are standing firm,
BE CAREFUL THAT YOU DO NOT FALL!
(1Cor.10.12)
Mi familia es mi favorito.
Ma famille est mon préféré.
Meine Familie ist mein Liebling
La mia famiglia è mio preferito
Mijn familie is mijn favoriet
Мое семейство - мой фаворит
(I'll post pictures later so you can see why.)
Posts I never posted:
Lots of todays ago... Rod told me my hair reminded him of the Mazda M3’s.
A few yesterdays ago... I realized I reallylike pouring coffee over a three-cube high sugar-tower and watching them disintegrate under the burning liquid.
Many nights ago... I hung out with the two best brothers a sister could pray for.
“What, do you think I’m gull-a-bull? Or ever gull-a-cat?”
“I beg your pardon, baking powder?”
A few nights ago... I stayed up till 6AM. We watched Dr. Kent Hovind shoot down evolution, with some humor, smarts, and a deep understanding of who God really is, and how fantastic his creation really is. www.drdino.com I HIGHLY recommend the video series. It really is fascinating, and USEFUL, and inspiring and funny, and educational and worshipful. But it takes a lot of time, as we have successfully demonstrated.
Last night... I hung out with Carly, and we talked about all things new and old under the sun. We drank Starbucks, took a less-than-direct-route, we got stuck on the freeway, and when we FINALLY escapes the long claws of traffic jams, we promptly got stuck in another one. Then we got lost, and reeally had to pee. We tripled our driving time. and in true Carly fashion, we loved it.
Ma famille est mon préféré.
Meine Familie ist mein Liebling
La mia famiglia è mio preferito
Mijn familie is mijn favoriet
Мое семейство - мой фаворит
(I'll post pictures later so you can see why.)
Posts I never posted:
Lots of todays ago... Rod told me my hair reminded him of the Mazda M3’s.
A few yesterdays ago... I realized I reallylike pouring coffee over a three-cube high sugar-tower and watching them disintegrate under the burning liquid.
Many nights ago... I hung out with the two best brothers a sister could pray for.
“What, do you think I’m gull-a-bull? Or ever gull-a-cat?”
“I beg your pardon, baking powder?”
A few nights ago... I stayed up till 6AM. We watched Dr. Kent Hovind shoot down evolution, with some humor, smarts, and a deep understanding of who God really is, and how fantastic his creation really is. www.drdino.com I HIGHLY recommend the video series. It really is fascinating, and USEFUL, and inspiring and funny, and educational and worshipful. But it takes a lot of time, as we have successfully demonstrated.
Last night... I hung out with Carly, and we talked about all things new and old under the sun. We drank Starbucks, took a less-than-direct-route, we got stuck on the freeway, and when we FINALLY escapes the long claws of traffic jams, we promptly got stuck in another one. Then we got lost, and reeally had to pee. We tripled our driving time. and in true Carly fashion, we loved it.
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