the cure for hurry sickness...

so i get off work at 3:30 and my plan is to run errands and be home by 4;30 in order to beat the 5:00 traffic. in my mind this is totally doable because i only have to....

pick up pics from walmart
buy resin and beads from hobby lobby
buy drill from big lots

no biggie...right. so here i go

on my way to walmart i realize i have left my purse at work. okay no problem i'll just pick it up on my way back.
at walmart to get pics..they did not turn out, so wasted trip. go back to the school to pick up purse...oh classroom door is locked. get keys...get purse.

okay on my way to hobby lobby...ummm smoke begins to come from my hood. by the time i'm in the parking smoke is billowing from the hood. great my car is about to blow up...lift the hood. oh there's the problem...i forget to but the top back on the thing where you pour your oil in. oil is everywhere. no problem i'll just let it cool down.

ok, buy resin and beads.

walk over to big lots. find and drill, oh and they have vanilla coke.yes! ok so i'm standing in line, the lady at the register has written a check and they have to call it in and all that jazz. no worries cause i have my vanilla coke! at this point it's about 4:45, it's okay because the check lady is done and i'm next. i still have plenty of time to get home. and then..

"i can't take debit cards" she says, "my system is down."

"Really, so none of the machines are working."

"No. I can only take cash or check. Oh wait let's try this one"

A glimmer of hope...maybe just maybe. No

So I got across the street to Kroger where there is a atm...get cash go back.

So now i'm back in line and i'm like the 3rd person.

sweet old lady whips out her debit card..."We can't take debit cards, systems down."

"Well, I don't have cash so I'm just gonna try it."

At this point I begin to laugh...to myself..

i mean how ridiculous...it is now 5:00 and there is still someone in front of me...definitely not going to beat that traffic.

"the joy of the Lord is my strength."

this verse comes to mind and I just smile

"okay Lord, i got you...i'm just going to chill out. take it all in stride."

and i did.

i'm finally pay for my things and begin to drive home..in traffic, but all smiles. the joy of the Lord is my strength.

all smiles all the way home

the cure for hurry sickness....

the joy of the Lord.

i love being a pre-school teacher. so many teachable moments i've experienced from my kiddos.

they forgive easily. they do not hold grudges. they except differences. they love without condition. i understand what Jesus meant when he said we have to be like children to enter into the kingdom.

i pray he keeps me young at heart.

okay okay

seriously, i'm trying as hard as i can, but this whole blogging thing is not going so well. i'm a journalist. i enjoy using pen and paper, what can i say.

so what's been going on? well for the 2 of you who may read this i'll let you know.

i'm leaving for mozambique in september and am currently raising support (woo hoo! my most favorite thing to do...note the sarcasm)

this time it's not so bad, i actually believe God when he tells me that i will be taken care of. i mean believe believe him, not just know it in my head, but i fell the truth of it resonate in my deep.

it's amazing to me how God proves himself over and over and yet there is still that part of me that is like, "but God what if...." i love his patience. he knows i need it.


oh check out this photo shot for the women's event Emerge at New Life Church.
Justin and John were fabulouso!

Sigh....

it's been a hard week for me, really hard.

i spent christmas alone, 'cause i couldn't get home. and i'm still alone.

perpetual loneliness. yep that's the state of my life it seems.

i just feel empty on the inside, and i'm hurting. it's this deep kind of hurt that i can't get to go away and i don't know where the source is. i need to find the source.

i need you to hear my unspoken words
i need you to wipe away my unwept tears
basically i guess...read my mind
find out why
this aloofness
this coldness
see me, i mean really see me
and not what you want to see
or what you think you've always seen
do you even know me
do you know me
...hardly

Here are a pair of my newest earrings:



I'm not one who will promo a new item or new project in every post, not that i think anything is wrong with that, i just don't feel like it all the time. but i figure i'll do it every now and again.

so do you think blogging/texting/im-ing has taken the place of journaling? you see to me there is just something about have pen a paper and writing your words down. i know when write..the style of my handwriting shows what mood i'm in...whether i'm overyjoyed, sad, pissed, or whatever. the emoticons and all the other glitz in blogs just don't cut it for me.

there is somethig raw and authentic about seeing my words on paper...it's just natural.
now don't get be wrong..i am in no way hatin' on the bloggers (clearly because i am one...i guess)

i just don't want the art of writng to disappear.

in the near future...send some snail mail instead of an email (postage..blah blah blah...who doesn't have a few cents right?) but think about it...how excited would you be to receive a letter, a handwritten letter from someone. maybe we've forgotten how that feels...that's why we need to write every now and then to remember...to remind someone.

or instead of a text message...give someone a handwritten note saying that you love them or that you're blessed to have them or whatever.

don't lose the art of writing

your words are power

Seriously I'm considering giving up this whole blogging thing.

Well, first of all I'm just really bad at remembering to write. I'm more of a pen and paper kinda girl so it's easy to forget to get on here.

Secondly, who ever reads this thing really...i don't have any friends on here, but then again maybe i should branch out and make some blog friends.

I don't know, i'll see


On another note, i really miss Mozambique. I miss my family there. I miss my babies. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about it and wish that I was there.

I will be again, in August 2009, for a year (or two).

if anyone does read this they should totally check out http://ketabanana.etsy.com I'm kinda fond of it, i think it's a pretty awesome shop.

Good night now
keta

Almost Home......

So here I am only a few days away from being back in the states. I can hardly believe two months have gone. Where do I even begin to start to tell you all that the Lord has done and all that He has shown me.

Well, know that I won't begin to start to tell you know. I'll have to be in a place where I'm settled, you know I need to get over the jet lag, culture shock, re-intergration, you know all that "fun" stuff you get when you return home from a foreign country.

I wish everyone had the opportunity to make their world a little smaller. Do you know what I mean? I wish everyone had the chance to step outside their box or bubble if you will. We're all so comfortable being unaware. What we don't know won't hurt us right, but is what we don't know hurting others... because if we did know, we could possibly have the solution and prevent hurt from others..

Does that make sense? It sounded okay in my head, so I guess that's what matters.

But I do want you to understand. I don't know if I can get it all across tonight, so perhaps I should just wait. Wait until I've collected my thoughts and such...maybe I could summarize my two month journal for you...maybe not.

Anyway... I'll be home soon...I'm leaving home soon