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This afternoon, out of nowhere, both of our garage doors started opening and closing, rapidly, on their own. I searched the kids for remotes. Jackson was sleeping but I patted him down anyway. I checked the box of car washing supplies I had used earlier (maybe a remote fell in and was being smooshed?) I disconnected the doors and yet the motors kept sliding back and forth, part of the way down and back. I unplugged one of them to stop it from moving, but couldn’t reach the plug on the other. I finally called the installer of the doors and he was confused as well. He walked me through resetting both motors, and I did, knowing that I would have to reset every remote if I did. He told me to leave the doors alone for one hour and see if they started to move. I busied myself, emptying the dishwasher and then the dryer. And then I found it. In Jackson’s clothes on the dryer was not one, but TWO garage remotes. They survived a wash cycle and went crazy during the dry.
I hope this works. Fingers crossed!
Photos from the first day of summer at Old Man’s Beach in Oceanside.
I think I always believed that Christians were happier because their lives were better. This made me angry. It made me jealous. They seemed self-righteous to me, and like everything was going great for them all of the time. I still think that Christians are happier, but not because a Christian life is a prettier nor an easier one. In our digital age, we all put up a facade of perfection. The outward appearance of our lives is perfectly crafted, edited, and cropped. We control how the world sees us, and we want the view to be in sync with the desires we have for ourselves. I am guilty of this as well. I don’t want to wallow in self-pity, and so I don’t present the hard facts for the whole world to see. I don’t feel that the internet is the place for that. There is simply too much information to be found there, and each piece becomes less important in regard to this volume. When I tear the facade down, I want people to notice. I want to be brave and speak honestly when people need to hear what I have to say.
The truth is that my life has only gotten more difficult as my faith increased. I know people would like to tell me that God is testing or strengthening my faith with trials, but that’s not what the Bible tells me. Nor does the Bible say “follow Him and life will only be pleasant.” The world is a difficult place. We are not meant to be comfortable here. This beautiful, crazy, mixed-up place is not where we belong. In this knowledge I find my happiness. The knowledge that it won’t be like this forever. I won’t always have soul-crushing anxiety. I won’t always feel uncomfortable in my own skin. I won’t always ache with loss for my brother. My heart won’t always feel broken.
What the Bible does tell us is that storms will come. Why? Not because God wants to test us or hurt us but because of the reality that we live in a broken world, and bad things happen here. He doesn’t promise to protect us from the bad things, but He promises to support us when they do.
Because they do.
“When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you.”
Isaiah 43:2 NLT
You will go through rivers of difficulty.
You will not drown.
You will not be alone.
So, the true happiness that we have today comes from the knowledge that hard times will come, but we will not be alone. And for me, knowing there is an end to it: to death, sorrow, crying, and pain, helps me to feel hopeful in a rather dismal world.
The music show was cute, cute, CUTE!
Well the day has come. I am out of blog storage unless I spend $17 a month. I already pay to maintain the amount of storage I have, but I thought it renewed every year. I don’t know what to do! So I’ll be researching: maybe moving my blog to another host (scary? I don’t know how to do these things!), possibly monetizing this blog to pay for itself, or starting another and leaving this one here. I don’t really want to lose this blog for the excellent record of our lives it has been for the past…7 years? 8? But I also don’t want to pay the huge amount required to move forward.
I was lucky enough to be able to chaperone Jacob’s kinder class to the La Habra Children’s Museum for a field trip.
The school year is coming to an end, and we got to take a look at Jacob’s classroom and some of the great work he’s been doing.
he had a checklist to give us a tour. This is the famous charting track behavior. When you are seen making a good choice, you clip yourself up (at the teacher’s prompting). A bad choice and you’ll have to clip your name
Down. Each color corresponds to points earned at the end of the day. Below is Ms. Tippets, Jacob’s teacher.
What a sight.