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One of those weeks

February 19, 2012

It’s been a crazy week and I haven’t had much time to myself.  Last weekend, a flu-ish thing came upon me and my husband decided that would be the opportune time to initiate our kitchen makeover.  Gotta love a man’s timing!  Before I knew what was going on, he had the contents of our kitchen, pots and all, in the living room and every cabinet door removed.  He’s a fast worker, so by Monday, most of the cabinets themselves were primed and painted and second-coated.  By Tuesday we were able to put back the pots-and-all in their new places.  We started the week off in a bit of a “where’s that SPOON and the THYME?!!” frenzy.

Coffee paraphenalia had priority in-kitchen placement for the duration

Somewhere in there, we got a call from our social worker saying that she had a baby she wanted to place in our home for foster care.  For about two hours, we thought we were about to be official foster parents.  We learned that same afternoon that the baby ended up leaving the hospital with his mom.  Great for the baby, a little sad for us.  Our social worker was apologetic, almost overly so. My husband reassured her that we’re not in this for us, we’re working for these families and we would be okay awaiting the next opportunity.  He was surprised that she was worried about us, but that’s what social workers do for a living.  I’m sure she’s had her fair share of families wuss out at this point.  “WHAT?!  Where’s OUR baby?!”  To be honest, I had some of those feelings.  In two hours, I’d gotten attached to the idea of baby whats-his-name.  I’m sure it will be infinitely more difficult if we parent a baby for a couple years and see him reunited with his birth family.  But that’s the gig.  We’re all in; and waiting…

I read a few things this week.  Most of them were about controversial pro-life/pro-choice kind of things.  I don’t really feel like rehashing that here, so I’ll spare you the links.  Sometimes insane Facebook discussions take all the fire out of me.

Today I had a meeting at church and I raised a few questions about a marriage series our Sunday school class is doing.  We were discussing whether or not to continue another 3 weeks using this material.  I told them I thought the series relied on generalities and leaned too much on strict gender roles and a rigid definition of gender identity.  I said that while some of the conflict resolution principles were useful and beneficial, I had problems with the bent of the presentation.  “It’s just not how marriage really works.  And I am fearful of messages that make me feel like I’m less of a woman or less of a wife if I don’t fit this narrow model.”  One of our class mentors, and older man who generally sits quietly in these meetings but occasionally drops wisdom out of nowhere on us, said, “That’s exactly why you should teach it.”  Discussion ensued and within the span of about 6 minutes, it was decided that the hubs and I will teach the class for 3 weeks next month. Oy.

This post is kind of all over the place, but that’s how this week has been.  I had no idea what was coming my way and many things are still up in the air.  As I write this, I can hear my kids hypothesizing where “the baby” will go when it comes.  “We could put the baby by your beanbag over there.”  “We can’t move that window!”  There’s excitement, but no way to plan.  That makes me a leeeeeettle bananas.  I like to PLAN.

Speaking of no plan, I will share one thing I read this week.  I’m leading a wimmin’s Bible study on social justice and the Gospel and this week, we read this passage.  A familiar one, but it fell fresh on me in one specific way.  Look out!  A girl is about to exegete something:

When Jesus had called the Twelve together, he gave them power and authority to drive out all demons and to cure diseases, and he sent them out to proclaim the kingdom of God and to heal the sick.  He told them: “Take nothing for the journey—no staff, no bag, no bread, no money, no extra shirt.  Whatever house you enter, stay there until you leave that town.  If people do not welcome you, leave their town and shake the dust off your feet as a testimony against them.”  So they set out and went from village to village, proclaiming the good news and healing people everywhere.    -Luke 9:1-6

Our study was asking us to see that the proclamation of the good news came alongside the tangible meeting of physical needs.  Noted.  Good point.  We have friends preparing for missions in Haiti and they are partnering with a local church to learn how they can meet needs and proclaim the Gospel.  What struck me in this passage is all the stuff Jesus told them not to bring on their missions trips.  “Take nothing for the journey.”  Talk about traveling light!  NO packing.  No plan.  No staff: no protection, nothing to lean on when you’re tired.  No bag: nothing to carry, no ability to squirrel away things as you go.  No bread: no food, total reliance on hospitality.  No money: no savings, no safety net. Again, they had to rely on God, through His power or His people, to take care of that whatever need that presented itself.  No extra shirt: no concern for appearances.  Not just no plan.  No back-up plan.  And they did it!  They went.

Shwew.  Not me.  As I go into another week, I have a menu plan for the week (we have guests and a couple birthdays to celebrate) and I expect we’ll be going to the usual places (school, church, Target.  The essentials.).  But that could all change with one phone call.  No plan.  Just go.

It blows the mind.

Here’s another mind-blower.  I saw this on NPR.  See the video of a tornado on the sun:

I can't believe we're even ALLOWED to see this. Incredible.

Hot, crazy, gas-bag mess twirling on a big ball of fire?  I can relate.

And in other news, I have a little preview of a coming distraction. I’m signing on to blog my way through the Simple Mom’s Project Simplify 2012 (as if I don’t already have enough planned for March).

I’ll be doing this in typical Becky not Becky style: replete with small failures, missed deadlines, and situations that tempt me to swear.  I know, something to look forward to, right? (I’m kinda cheating, too, because I’m counting our kitchen work from February, but a girl’s gotta game the system, see?)  This will be my homage to March Madness.  Me.  Going mad in the month of March.

See y’all again soon!  In the meantime, travel light.  Peace.

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