Some people think it is difficult to be a Christian and to laugh, but I think it’s the other way around. God writes a lot of comedy, it’s just that he has so many bad actors. -Garrison Keillor
I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love. – Jonathan Safran Foer
“You can safely assume that you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.” -Anne Lamott
Robbie and I went to the post office to send a package off to Australia. That in and of itself was kind of an ordeal for me. Not that it was bad or anything, it was just a step or 2 more than going by the post box and dropping something in. So, while we were there filling out labels and declaration forms we start to hear this clucking noise. What? The lady (and by lady I mean my very favorite postal worker ever. She calls me by the absolute BEST pet names and is ever so sweet. Today she called me Precious Lamb about 19 times while I was there.) behind the counter was like, ‘Excuse me… that’s my stomach, y’all’.
I just looked at her like, what? (insert those crazy eyes hallvi makes here)
Then she busts out laughing and tells us that someone is shipping a chicken.
Oh and here are some other pieces of both incoming and outgoing mail from the last couple weeks of my life.
And in case you’ve made it all the way to the end of this blog post, I’d like to point out that shipping chickens is actually a thing that must occur quite regularly. This is legit, you guys.
I need the resurrection because…
…Some days I feel hopeless.
…Some days I get way too mad at my son.
…A friend is sick and can’t afford insurance.
…Another friend’s cancer is gone.
…The trees are turning green.
…My feelings are hurt.
…The birds chirp.
…My priorities shift out of line.
…A neighbor can’t find a job.
…I love joy.
…I need an invitation to practice resurrection.
…I need to forgive.
…I need to be forgiven.
…My husband is way too good to me.
…I forget to walk in freedom.
…A child is hungry.
…Life is good.
…Life is hard.
…Love. Merciful, powerful, life-restoring love.
A couple weeks ago I was tagged to put together a post sharing the contents of my bag. I’m just now getting to this endeavor.
So my bag is a trusty Mountainsmith that I’ve had for nearly ten years. I’ve bought several other bag options since then, but I always return to this guy.
In the bag:
1. Moleskine (graph paper) journal.
2. Washi tap, a wise friend once told me to never leave home without it.
3. A clip.
4. 3 of my favorite pens… in black, blue, and green ink.
5. You can’t see past my shades, past my shades, past my shades.
6. Orbit gum, I do not care for this flavor. I prefer spearmint or grape gum.
7. A brown sharpie.
8. Another green pen, because life feels better when you write with green ink.
9. A notecard, never know when you need to drop a quick line.
10. Stamps. I always have stamps on me. This is a necessity.
11. Phone/iPod charger.
12. Said iPod.
13. A color swatch of the wedding I’m in next month.