Saturday, September 30, 2006

Something about Something

Mom and I went to a haunted something or other this evening. It wasn't very scary but I enjoyed listening to her scream. I couldn't get past the reality of all the "monsters" being men in masks. The only time I felt truly frightened was when they put us in the meat locker thing and closed the door. It was a real freezer. It was turned off, of course, but there we were, locked inside a metal box (with a "madman" and "bodyparts") As they were herding us into the freezer I was trying to reason with those behind me, "This is a freezer, it isn't the way out. We can't go in here. There is no door. This is a freezer." We went in the freezer. And as soon as that door shut I started feeling afraid. OH MY GOSH I'M LOCKED IN A BOX! The then the door opened and the the "madman" allowed us to exit. Whew. Crises averted.

School this semester is much more taxing that I had anticipated. I'm working a lot less but I feel. . . Stretched thin. I'm going to school and tutoring and working and I just want to sleep in once in a while.

It just occurred to me that my mother was my only option for haunted house going this evening. How sad. Well, I'll go find my comfort in a book about something that could never ever happen.

Hey, do you ever wonder if you have already passed the time when you were the best you would ever be?

Sarah Jo

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

To uplifting glimpses:

Life is like one of those puzzles, where the picture is all mixed up and you have to move the pieces around to put the picture back together. You have to move things really far from where they belong sometimes, and it seems to work against your goal, but its really moving the whole contraption closer to the way it should be. And sometimes, you will get a glimpse of the real picture, maybe four squares together, and you have your secret triumph over it. But, maybe the four pieces are supposed to be in the other corner, so you tear it apart again.

So, sometimes in life we get those glimpses of the big picture, the way things are supposed to be. Sometimes the picture is right but the time and place aren't, so it all falls apart and we mourn it. Everything was working out! And things don't make sense so often. Things aren't working and we don't understand why things happen, why we have these setbacks and these challenges and these changes. We cannot see the whole picture and we do not understand how all these strange pieces fit together.

We are shattered and broken in this life, for so many reasons. I don't know what made you crack, but surely you are/were in pieces and just like the puzzle, you are missing that last piece, that corner.

But it is not hopeless, and the broken pieces of who you are supposed to be, what your life is supposed to be, can be mended to form that picture, even the missing piece, if you allow it. Unlike us, God knows what the whole picture is supposed to be, and He can fill that hole. So many times in my life, I do not understand how the pieces fit together; I do not know why things are happening the way they are. But I know that Gods hands are on the puzzle of my life, taking this shattered mess I have created and turning it into something beautiful, something whole.

It is tempting, (as I have often given in) to seize control and try to fix it yourself. The whole processes is slow and sometimes painful and never very clear. But for today, I relinquish my control, hold tight to my faith, and trust my Lord to do one better than all the kings horses and all the kings men.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Mourning for yesterday. . .

Christopher and I used to be close. We used to spend time together doing this or that. But now, its never just him. I havent seen just Christopher in many months. Its always Chris and Amber or Chris and three other boys. If he is not staying all night with someone else, then several someone else's are staying all night with us. And even when he is staying all night somewhere, Amber is here. Even when he is playing ball at the park, Amber is here. Sometimes she has friends over. I miss my house just being a place for family. I never feel at home becasue I'm never sure just who might come walking through the room.

Okay, I'm done complaining now.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Story time!

Once upon a time. . . or this morning, I opened up my trunk to retrieve my backpack and a BAT FLEW OUT OF MY TRUNK!

I shrieked.

The End.

Sarah Jo

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Reniassance Festival.

I want to go.