Wouldn't you think that by virtue of reaching the wise old age of 58 (almost 59) I would have learned by now that I shouldn't say that I will "never" do something...anything. Old habits die hard, so once again I find myself eating my words. Here are a couple:
1) I will NEVER put a television above my mantle. In decorating homes, I have seen a few tasteful uses of the flat-screen wonder above a mantle. But, I have a very traditional look in my furnishings and decor and just could never envision that I would need or want to do that. In fact, in our townhome, I elected to not even have a television on the first floor except in my kitchen to avoid putting one over the mantle. Isn't art much nicer?
But, in our newly-leased abode, I had a choice to make -- and it wasn't even that difficult. I could:
a) get rid of one of my matching red sofas, or
b) mount my flat-screen television above the mantle.
Naturally, I chose the latter, and up that sucker went. Now, what do I do with it. Because we have eight-foot ceilings, there isn't much space to do anything. My other dilemma is that I am still unpacking boxes, so I haven't found any of the items that I might want to use on the mantle, yet.
And, because I am just leasing the house, I don't want to do something costly or permanent like building a frame around it, which I consider the best fix.
My friend and decorating mentor has a philosophy: "The bigger the fireplace/mantle, the bigger the t.v." It's all about proporation. She's pulled it off in a traditional setting.
Do you have any other ideas of links for putting lipstick on the pig above the mantle? Do I just need to get over it?
2) I said I would NEVER drive one of these from Dallas to South Carolina, again:
But, tomorrow morning, Blueeyed Bride is flying in and she and I will jump in this truck and head to Columbia. My urging to her today is: think about everything you might want to put in this truck to take to South Carolina, because I HOPE to never do this again. See how I'm learning!
The good part of this trip will be the time we spend together, the stops along the way to see family and friends in north Louisiana and Birmingham (I'll see that mantle above in person!). Pray for us as we travel.
The real prize awaits at the end of the trip:
He's waiting for his KK. And, I'll see TC, too, of course. And the in-laws. And, Hudson and I will watch a little football and celebrate Halloween. Aaah, Fall. My favorite time.
The other good news, that U-Haul rental is one-way. I'll be flying back to Dallas.
Thanks to so many of you who have inquired about my M.D. Anderson visit last week for follow-up scans. I was hoping to post the results by now. I do know that the ultrasound of my lymph nodes was good, but I don't have the PET Scan results. Thank you for your prayers that my melanoma will not reoccur.
I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip— he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD watches over you— the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all harm— he will watch over your life;
the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Hallelujah! I have risen from the blogging dead. If you've been checking faithfully (I flatter myself, I know) to find nothing new here, I apologize. I've been consumed with boxes, the many annoyances of setting up a new household, and the demands of my work. I've ignored those I love and care about, haven't unpacked nearly enough boxes, and haven't blogged. I can't promise that there will be daily or even every-other-daily blogs. I can't promise you anything, but I will make a concerted effort to carve out a few minutes here and there to update you on my life.
Here's one thing I have discovered. For me to actually use my time blogging when I could be doing a million other things right now, the topic must be worthy of my sacrifice. My friends are always saying, "blog about this," or "blog about that." And, I agree that some of the topics would make good reading. So, I am keeping a list of those for down the road when no topic presents itself.
But, today, my extremely worthy topic has to do with the desire of my heart or the desire of YOUR heart, as might be the case. And, here's what brought it on today.
This is my Tuesday morning Bible Study, officially called Oasis at First Dallas. And, the woman in the picture is the amazing Godly Joni Cleveland. I could write this entire blog entry about this spirit-filled woman, about her teaching (Our pastor referred to her as a prophet. Pretty amazing from a Southern Baptist preacher who believes women should keep silent in the church!), about how she personally prays for my healing, how she interprets the Word making it come alive to so many, and on and on.
But, when this slide flashed up today during our study of Acts, my blogtennae grabbed it.
Several things came to mind:
1) A discussion I just had with someone close to me who questions that you really have to go to church to worship. I immediately texted the quote to that person. (Sorry, Joni; I was still paying attention!)
2) My Blue-eyed Bride daughter. After a year of planning her wedding--one of the most enjoyable times of our lives--the wedding happened. She went to Hawaii, and I went home. It was like the morning after Christmas, all the presents opened, mess to clean up. The let-down. I was in a funk for a week -- maybe longer. Delighted and proud, but in a funk. And then, BAM! Four months later, she's pregnant. It wasn't MY PLAN for her. Hah! There wasn't even A PLAN at all. The worst thing ever for two organized plan-everything women, one of whom got paid to be a planner (not I). And, I didn't even try to hide my dismay. Mothers are like that sometime. We do know what's best for our children, after all.
Then, I turned the focus from myself (always difficult) and began to think about my precious daughter and her life. And, I knew without a doubt that this was the desire of her heart. It was what she always wanted more than anything -- to be a wife and mother. Next to following Him, what could be a more worthy desire in the eyes of the Lord.
3) The desire of my heart. Can I define it? I think I can. It's what I long for. Whom or what I long to be with. It's what I value more than anything -- my treasure. I know what it is today. I wish it had always been so. I envy those who grasped this desire early, but I am thankful that God was patient with me until I got it. He was gracious enough to know that I needed to get it before the melanoma came. The desire of my heart is to be in absolute lockstep with the Lord. I want to spend time with Him, to be with Him, to be like Him. And, as we studied in Acts 4 today, I want to speak the word of the Lord BOLDLY. Shucks, I may not have enough time left to be timid about the Lord.
What is the desire of YOUR heart? Do you know? Can you define it?