Tag Archives: chaos

Risky business…

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The most extreme, risky insane moment of my life occurred Today.  With gasoline at $4 a gallon and nary a salary in the house, I live on the edge by pushing the limits of functional capability of a minivan.  According to my on-board logistical probability screen thingy, I have been driving with zero miles left on my less-than-a-gallon “filled” gas tank for at least 24 hours now.  Brazenly throwing caution to the wind, I once again set out to prove the legendary risk taking of which I am indeed capable.  I drove to work…. fully aware that on-board technology had informed me I could drive Zero More Miles on the gasoline in my tank, and work is, uhhhhh, 8 to 10 miles or so away.  This type of risk taking behavior can quickly improve your spiritual life (“Help me get there, Lord!”)  Seriously, this is white-knuckling, heart pounding, extreme risk taking of epic proportions.  Did I make it?

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Plan “B”

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I know, I’m a day off on the Post A Day thing, so sue me.  “Plan B: What Do You Do When God Doesn’t Show Up the Way You Thought He Would? by Pete Wilson (no, not that one, another one) changed my life because it challenged the idea that somehow we are “suppose” to have easy carefree lives without any troubles, mean people, tragedies or conflicts. While most of us will say we don’t expect life to be perfect, I don’t see a long line of people to sign up for the hard stuff. We don’t deserve exclusive blessings, nor do we deserve a certain quota of tragedies. Why do babies die?  I Don’t Know. If I knew everything, I wouldn’t be sitting around blogging. We are simplistic beings, like 2 yr olds whining because they can’t have a cookie, or worse, because they have to eat vegetables. However, God is more like a Rubik’s Cube Kind of God– there’s a lot of complicated stuff that affects other people which affects other people, and so on. Did I want to be in a major car crash with a permanent injury so that my friend could mention the name of Jesus in a country hostile to Christians because he was only repeating what one of those “American people” had told him? Glad it blessed somebody in some other country where it’s way harder to survive than my struggle not to drive across the street to get a soda, but I still really hated physical therapy. This book taught me to stop fighting what’s actually happening and let Someone who actually has a clue about managing the universe handle it. Stuff is gonna happen. Usually it does. Be ready for the “Plan B” and recognize that just because you feel out of control doesn’t mean He is out of control.

What confuses me about life the most….

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Planet Teenage Boy (PTB) and Planet Teenage Girl (PTG), specifically, their citizens.  Constantly befuddled by their responses, sudden random acts of sweetness, moodiness, angst…..  I always thought infancy was the most “fragile” time in mothering, you’ve got this helpless baby dependent upon you for everything, and whatever you do, as a mom, don’t screw it up.  Then I Had Teenagers….  Now I truly believe the teenage years are the most “fragile”, because decisions of who they are and what they will become are bubbling up during this time.  A sweet kid can suddenly veer off into random territory and it’s frightening. Other times, a teenager can be incredibly thoughtful and candid.  The trick is, you never know what’s going to happen next.  With a baby, some things are fairly predictable — the Eat, Sleep, Play Cycle.  Teenagers are either eating everything in sight 24/7 or not eating at all and being freaked about being “fat”.  Sleep… either up all night long as-though-this-is-not-going-to-affect-me-tomorrow, or sleeping 14-16 hours a day, Like A Rock. Play involves all of the social complicated-ness, boy/girl stuff, who they hang out with, and it’s not the result of an Arranged Play Date. Parenting teenagers is hard work, constant chaos, and yet attempting to appear Serene (insert perfect melodious music here).  Infants require changing the diapers constantly, teenagerhood just brings in the poop a different way.