Tuesday, March 29, 2011

in which i ramble about nothing and make no great point.

It's not quite so early on this Tuesday morning. I imagine if you were sitting in these empty chairs at my table, the rambling wouldn't change. I'm not looking to tie up loose ends into a lovely, lesson-learned bow. The little things are the big things in life. The waiting is the journey right now.

So. That being said.

The little is already dressed and the bread is rising on the stove. A few more sips of coffee and I can refill.

cup no. 2

Yesterday, I noticed our glass-top coffee table needed a pick-me-up. So in an effort to save money, I tore out pages from Anthropologie's latest catalog and put them under the glass. Now I get to see what I want but can't afford...every single day.


In a few hours, my sister is bringing over her smallest five for a "royals" party — where we dress up, eat sweets and read stories.

family is fun.

It may say spring on the calendar, and it may be almost be April, but the March winds are fierce. Cold. Biting. Slamming the doors on our backs as we dejectedly run back inside.

So instead of being sad that we can't go outside to play, we're making our own fun. My Mads keeps referring to outside as "the park." I realize this may be in part to the fact that we've been living in concrete apartment buildings for the past two years. Now we're out in the open. Pine trees scratching our roof. Mountains casting shadows and creeks swollen with thaw. This all looks like a park, and I guess in a way, it is.

I don't correct her. I figure, what a great way to look at this gift of creation. A giant park.

Today is one of my brother's birthdays. I like him. He's a good man.  (And I love him so much, that I'm willing to post a not-so-great photo of me...just to show that he's a good-looking, man-who-runs-up-mountains, Jesus man. I guess you can't see the Jesus part, but trust me, it's there.)

he's a good brother.

The to-do list is somewhere, on the yellow dresser I think. I know what's on it, so I don't even have to look. But I will, because I like lists. I hug lists.

But I know my taxes are done.
And that one project is finished.
And that phone call is made.

I told myself I'd get out for a run today, but the icy winds feel like blades against my cheeks and they steal away my breath from my bones. So a bundled up walk may be a better choice.

I baked cookies yesterday. Mads tried one and threw it in the garbage.

I liked them.
My mom liked them.

And I'm in the middle of reading Romans. Sometimes I forget what a beat-up chapters 1-7 are. Thank God for chapter 8.

My little is capturing the concept of prayer.
So she thanks God for me.
For cookies.

And then she lifts her eyes and asks why Daddy doesn't live here. I don't know that I'll ever be expecting these sorts of questions, or that I'll ever have the prepared answer.

This is my Tuesday morning. Filled with half-prayers, spilled chocolate milk, a potty accident, rising bread, cups of coffee, cold winds and gratitude for a Chapter 8 kind of God.

p.s. (Every Tuesday, I link-up with these lovelies.)


  1. I felt like for the few minutes I spent reading this post, like I was part of your world. I love how you write and how you capture everyone up while they read.


  2. Andrea, what a great writer you are. You should consider writing a book (if you haven't already written one). You are very good, you know. I love to write myself and keep saying I'm going to write a book. I know someone that could help you with the whole publishing thing.

    I'm real bummed that you moved. I was just starting to have the chance to be around you at Season's and was looking forward to getting to know you and your darling darling. <that was an accident, then I decided it's probably a good description afterall.

    Let's keep in touch and maybe you'll move back. We don't know what God has planned, but it is a wonderful plan. I haven't always been good at the delighting part, but He does long to give us the desires of our heart. Let's let this year be the year that that we line up and begin to see some of that. the year. the month. the day.
    and don't ever ever give up or stop. pressing in is where the miracles happen.

  3. Jen — everything is quite average and mundane these days. I'm learning to be content with it...thus this kind of blog :) I'm glad you enjoyed it.

    Skissy — thank you so much. I feel so encouraged by your words. I hope to get back to TX and then maybe you can get to know my darling darling even more :) She is quite the little bundle of darling-ness. As to writing a book, I guess I just wouldn't know what I'd write about! Maybe I'll give it some thought.... thanks again for stopping by and for speaking such words of life!

  4. you are beautiful, and so is your perspective. and one big park? i love it so.

  5. nic - thanks :) i love it too. i think i'm just going to start saying that all the time when i go outside.

  6. me too...the random. Now I want coffee and cookies? I like the table idea;) and yes the beat up of 1-7. I'm deep studying Isaiah and there is lots of beat up there to but God says...Come, let us reason together..though
    but God...the stillness..when there is some of the best times that God is the one at work...love ya