I keep thinking about something that Laura at Homeschooling Joy said a few weeks ago, when she noted that sometimes you have to read certain books at the “right time” in order to really get them. (I chuckled at her joke about initially thinking she must have gotten the French version of Abandonment to Divine Providence; I recently tried to read it and that was my thought as well.)
Anyway, a little over a year ago I tried reading The Fire Within and could not get into it at all. After about 90 pages I gave up because I wasn’t getting anything out of it. Something prompted me to give it another shot recently, and now I’m finding it to be nothing short of life changing! On almost every page I shake my head in wonder that I could have missed all the incredible spiritual gems this book contains the first time around. Isn’t it funny how that works?
OK, let me see if I can wipe the tears of laughter out of my eyes long enough to type out this story…
One of the little neighbor girls was over here the other day and we were talking about selling houses. She told me that she has an uncle who really needed a house to sell one time, and he’d heard something about the practice of burying a statue of St. Joseph in your yard to get the house to sell. He was desperate so he decided to try it.
Unfortunately this uncle did not come from a culture where this was common practice, so he missed some of the details about this custom. Instead of the usual dimestore figurine, he ended up buying a life-sized statue of St. Joseph. Not only was this expensive, but its burial turned into a bit of a production that took him the better part of the day and lasted well into the evening. The neighbors caught a glimpse of it and became so alarmed at the sight of the nighttime burial of a large, human-looking object that they called the cops!
Long story short, he ended up sitting in jail while the police dug up his yard. My little friend wasn’t privy to any information about the cops’ reactions when they found the statue, but I got a good laugh imagining the looks on their faces.
I’ve been chuckling about that story all week.
Speaking of which, the neighbor girls have been here a lot lately. They’re almost always come over in the afternoons after school gets out, and when they have vacation days they typically spend them over here as well. Their frequent presence at my house is the very definition of “win-win situation”: they have a busy single mom who could undoubtedly use some help, and it’s great for us to have some older children around for my toddlers to play with. I’m able to sit in the living room and read blogs while they do all the work! (No, I’m kidding. I don’t do that all the time. Sometimes I sit in the kitchen and read email.)
Anyway, I never cease to be amazed at our friendship, especially considering its rocky start. They are a constant reminder to me of what the Holy Spirit can do to transform a bad situation into something beautiful.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank the good folks at my local HEB grocery store for their kind self-restrain upon seeing me at the grocery store on Monday.
It was my first trip with all four kids and I wasn’t sure how to arrange them all. (As a refresher, their ages are 4, 2, 1 and six weeks.) The plan was for the two “big” girls to sit in front, the baby to be in her carrier in the main part of the cart, and for my four-year-old son to walk. My four-year-old, however, decided that it would be fun to ride on the very bottom rack. The effect of this setup, especially once I had a bunch of groceries piled next to the baby carrier, was that it looked like my cart was so overflowing with kids that I had to stuff one of them into the overflow area next to the paper towels and diaper box. Quite a few jaws dropped, but nobody said anything.
Anybody want to guess what this means?
That’s right, they’re back.
This is how the exterminator-calling process is going:
Talk about calling exterminator on Twitter Talk about calling exterminator on blog Talk about calling exterminator on phone with friends
- Actually call exterminator
I keep thinking about that video I posted earlier this week about the desert hermits. My first reaction (upon watching it at the end of “one of those” days) was something along the lines of, “You cannot convince me that I would not love every minute of being in a silent cave for three weeks!” But once I took some time to really think about what it would be like — and why it would be so spiritually difficult — I began to deeply yearn for something like that for a different reason. Obviously I have no current plans to run off to a cave somewhere, but I’ve been thinking a lot about how to get a taste of that experience in my own life.
Anyway, I’m sure I’ll be talking more about that in the weeks to come. And if you haven’t read the comments to that post, I highly recommend it! They’re really interesting.
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