Friday, August 20

No More Crying Over Spilled Milk

Sometimes I feel like I'm living life on the edge.
Now make no mistake...
I'm not talking about the edge
where I am jumping out of airplanes, doing flips,
and eating vegetables every day....
I'm slightly too much of a frightened freddy to do that.

I'm talking about living life
on the edge of my emotions.

The day is going great. The Lord is good. 
and then Boom with a capital B. 

I get a frustrating phone call...
an unexpected bill comes in the mail...
the milk spills...
and the day seems ruined.

I am instantly frustrated. 
I feel stressed and irritated. 
I am grumpy as all get out.

And then the next day, I hear good news...
a sample comes in the mail...
and the milk's on sale!

and Boom (with a capital B), 
life feels great again.

I hate living like that. 
I want to consistently live my life content with what the Lord has given me.
I don't want my joy to be based on the day's circumstances.
I want to be thankful for the blessings of today
yet trusting that the "spilled milk moments"
have a purpose in my growth as God's child
and being truly thankful for those moments as well.

It's easy to be cheerful when things go right... 
when the land flows with coupons and candy,
and the day goes perfectly perfect.

But what about when the day does not go right?
Can I stand firm on the Foundation
and not waver
when the wind and rain comes?

It's a daily struggle to stop living life "on the edge"
but I certainly want to...
and I want to replace the life on the edge
with a life filled with unlimited joy and contentedness
with the life God has set before me,
even when that plan includes spilled milk.

Thursday, August 5

The Tattoo Tale



We walked into the tattoo parlor.

I wasn't expecting it to look like a preschool
but I can't say I was prepared for the pictures of poison skulls and dragons
and the assortment of large belly button rings
that could be mistaken for water buoys.

Make no mistake.
The place was extremely clean
and the artist was great.
So of course we stayed there...
though I did consider asking to rent a belly button ring for my water adventures.

Biff went first.
She's so brave.
She did awesome and her tattoo looked great.

I sat down in the chair
ready to giggle my way through the pain free process.
 

Really, I was not that naive.
I did not think it was going to feel like kisses
or a spa treatment at Verde.

But I wasn't expecting it to feel like
a bunch of small bumblebees
stabbing me with their stingers
and then diving under my skin to make honey.

And it did.


If you like it when people scrape you to your innards with pointy things,
you will love getting a tattoo.

If you hate it,
quite honestly,
you probably still will like getting a tattoo.
The pain is totally worth it for a cute piece of permanency.

But let me tell you, it definitely hurt.

I was sweating profusely
and my heart was pounding.
I was working harder than I do in my spinning class
and I wasn't even moving.
I almost needed a 5 minute break
during my 5 minute tattoo.



















To my defense, the foot is an extremely painful place to get a tattoo...
but even though my biff will agree it hurt a lot,
possibly she did not sweat
nor did she feel the need to take a break.
Like I said, she's my hero.

Finally, the process was over.
My tattoo was covered with ointment and plastic wrap
and the pain went away.

And now I'm left with a beautiful star.
And it's size may be close to that of a Smartie,
but what it means to me is the size of the world.