Planting Sequoias

In which I blog about a life (hopefully) well lived.


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In which I rediscover that some ivy is poisonous

I am 95% sure I have poison ivy. Either that, or I have SEVERAL weird bug bites that are reproducing by themselves on my body. Asexual bug bites, if you will.

I am blaming Kenny and I’s weekend foray into the forest for this one–we needed firewood for our daily diet of s’mores. He wielded the ax while I apparently wrestled poisonous plants.

Goal for this round of poison ivy: to not get it on my eyelids. That’s not too much to ask, right?


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I have a sliver

in my foot. It’s been YEARS since I’ve gotten a sliver…shudder. It brings back memories of my father and a needle that I’d *thought* I’d done a good job of repressing.

I took a wrong turn out of Meijer today over my lunch hour. Yes, the one that is basically right across the street from work and that I’ve been to a hundred times. This lead to a 15-minute detour in lunch-hour traffic in my bajillion degree car.

When I’m at work, I listen to the likes of One Direction, Fun, Call Me Maybe, etc. etc., usually on repeat. I am POSITIVE that I am the only one at work who even knows of these bands/song. I think I’m clinging onto my youth, subconsciously trying to flee from adulthood.

I’m going on my first plane ride, ever–in September, on a business trip. I figure I’ll be sick of the hubs by then, so it is quite timely.

I keep freaking out with both anxiety and excitement over the wedding. You never know which one you’re going to get. I think Ken is now thoroughly spooked.

Is it awful that I hate the current “forever” stamps? I guess I just envisioned something different than words like “Justice” and “Equality” over my thank-you cards. But that’s all Meijer had, so that’s what people are getting. Perhaps I need to switch my work soundtrack to songs like this.

Obviously, lots of thoughts running through my head. I had to get them out so I could focus. 🙂


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Loving Liturgy

Last night, I had the opportunity to sit down with the elders of Central Reformed Church and transfer my membership there.

I’ve been meaning to do it for a while, as I’ve been attending there for about three years, but I’d just never gotten around to it–but I do think that membership in a church that you attend is important, both for you and for the general fellowship at that church. It gives you more of an identity, and with that identity comes added responsibility and connection.

In many ways, it feels like the end of an era, and it is–I was born and baptized into the Harlem Reformed Church family and made Confession of Faith there in 2001 as a teen. Now I live in a different city and worship with a different set of believers–but isn’t it cool that we are all still worshiping the same God? There is definitely some sadness in “officially” leaving Harlem. I LOVE that church family and the worship and teaching there. But I can always go back and know that I am welcome and loved, and I will go back on occasion.

Anyway, I had to answer a question on my faith last night from the elders, and since I can’t find that liturgy on the internets anywhere, I did come across the questions I answered to first become a professing member at Harlem. Here’s that liturgy, from the RCA.

 

Do you believe in one God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit; and

do you confess Jesus Christ as your Savior and Lord?

 

Do you accept the Scriptures of the Old and New Testaments

as the only rule for faith and life?

 

Do you, relying on the grace of God, promise

to confess Christ publicly before others,

to serve Christ daily, and

to walk in Jesus’ way?

 

Do you promise to exhibit the joy of new life in Christ;

to share fully in the life of the church;

to be faithful in worship and service; and

to offer your prayers and gifts?

 

Do you promise to accept the spiritual guidance of the church;

to walk in a spirit of Christian love with this congregation; and

to seek those things which make for unity, purity, and peace?

 

The answer for me, of course, is “I do.”

I love it when new members are received into the congregation. Not only is the congregation asked to support the new member, but hearing these questions again is an important reminder of what I believe, why I believe it, and what my role is in the church.

I’ll stand up on Sunday and be introduced as the newest member of Central Reformed Church, and I’m delighted to do so. Now I really have to make it a priority to participate–to learn, to teach, to worship, to tithe, to seek peace, and all that good stuff. But that’s a natural extension of my faith in Christ, so it *should* come pretty naturally anyway. I’m excited to continue to see that ways that Central will grow and strengthen me, and I’m excited to see how I can participate and contribute to this new family of mine.

 


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I have the best life!

This is a phrase I say to Kenny quite frequently these days, and there are many things contributing to it:

1. The obvious: grace.

2. I won a T-shirt this morning from Coke. Unfortunately, they never ask what size you want, so that means I’ll get a L or XL… So I guess Kenny won a T-shirt this morning!

3. A promotion at work. I now get business cards!

4. 70 degree weather in March. I feel like we skipped winter, and I keep looking behind my back to see if it is in fact sneaking up behind me to get me.

5. Wedding project success. Tune in August 11 to hear more. 🙂

6. A dormant kidney stone.

7. My half birthday, which falls on Pi Day.

8. More obvious: Ken. My family. Kenny’s family.

9. My grandma, who goes above and beyond what I ask and has procured homemade Spanish doilies (and Mariachi music…haha) for the wedding.

10. And SO MUCH MORE.

And even if none of these things happened or existed, there would still be number 1: grace. What a great life we have.(I like him.)


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I wish I were a blogger

Man. I wish I were a blogger. I LOVE reading other people’s blogs. I love looking back at the (few!) posts I’ve written. I wish there were more.

 

Several things have contributed to me not blogging as much as I wish I did:

1. I don’t like the appearance of my blog. And I am finding that it is incredibly hard and frustrating for me to try and change it.

2. I am a writer. Like a real one, sort of. (Okay! Okay! A copywriter. But still.) This means that I write things all day, every day, for 40+ hours per week. When I get home, I often don’t even turn on my computer, much less want to write things for fun.

3. I wish I had a third reason, because lists should have at least three things, but I don’t. Shucks.

 

But there are a few reasons why I realize I do want to blog:

1. I love that they document your life in both words and pictures.

2. My job is awesome. But it isn’t that challenging. And though I have less spare time now than ever, that spare time is often spent wasted on TV or at Target. (Seriously. The time I spend at Target is getting ridiculous.) Thus, I need a hobby.

3. I’m getting married soon! And while I don’t have a burning desire to share all of the nitty-gritty details on the internets, I do want to have some record of this time in my life.

 

Anyway, all this to say that… I don’t know. I’m wavering between committing or abandoning.