Easter Sunday 2015

But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb, and as she wept she stooped to look into the tomb. And she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had lain, one at the head and one at the feet. They said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping?” She said to them, “They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.” Having said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing, but she did not know that it was Jesus. Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.” Jesus said to her, “Mary.” She turned and said to him in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means Teacher). Jesus said to her, “Do not cling to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father; but go to my brothers and say to them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’” Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, “I have seen the Lord” – and that he had said these things to her.
John 20:11-18

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Palm Sunday 2015

Praise God for warmer weather.
Praise God for good education.
Praise God for friends.
Praise God for family.
Praise God for music.
Praise God for story.
Praise God for being humble when we, His creation, are not.
Praise God for sewing.
Praise God for new discoveries.
Praise God for teaching us through hard circumstances.
Praise God for health insurance.
Praise God for blue skies.
Praise God for caring people.
Praise God for loving us when we do not deserve it.
Praise God for eye-opening experiences.
Praise God for happier days.
Praise God for bearing our burdens.
Praise God for rain.
Praise God for flowers.
Praise God for redeeming us.
Praise God for feeling pretty without makeup for the first time in my life.
Praise God for rest.
Praise God for colors.
Praise God for lifting our heads from despair.
Praise God for role models.
Praise God for sending His long-expected Son.
Praise God for His Son’s unexpected humility, poverty, humanity, and love.
Praise God for doing what many of us will be remembering through this Holy Week.

 
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The One in the Window Seat

Where the doors are moaning all day long,
Where the stairs are leaning dusk to dawn,
Where the windows are breathing in the light,
Where the rooms are a collection of our lives:

This is a place where I don’t feel alone.
This is a place that I call my home.

–  “That Home” by The Cinematic Orchestra

I’m sitting here looking at all this delicious food I just made.  And eating it.  I was feeling lonely and depressed today… well, really for the past few days… and the audiobook of Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie I had checked out was due tomorrow, so I drove around quite a bit listening to the end of the book.  I went to the grocery store, and when I came back from returning the audiobook and checking out a new one, I had planned to make a chicken vegetable soup.  I started cooking frantically.  I boiled the chicken, then started to cook sweet potatoes and carrots in the water as I tore up the chicken.  Then my cooking plans changed completely.  I ended up making a sweet potato/carrot/almond/peanut soup and stir-frying chicken and vegetables on the side.  There wasn’t enough space in the pot for everything at once and the puréed smooth carby vegetable and nut soup just sounded too good to pass by.  When I cook, I often end up making something completely different than what I planned on making.  I will plan to use a recipe to try something new, and then change half of it around by the time I get to the end of my cooking endeavors, completely forgetting that I even had a recipe to follow in the first place.  Now I sit here with two delicious dishes, and I feel much better.  I cooked today more than I have in a long while.  I took out my anger and frustration and sadness on the sweet potatoes, listened to Mumford & Sons, and felt very stylish with a nice hairdo and a cute apron.  The only thing I’m missing are people with whom to share all this good food.  Then my house would feel like home.

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Soar Cloud-High

“Do you never laugh, Miss Eyre?  Don’t trouble yourself to answer – I see you laugh rarely; but you can laugh very merrily: believe me, you are not naturally austere, any more than I am naturally vicious.  The Lowood constraint still clings to you somewhat; controlling your features, muffling your voice, and restricting your limbs; and you fear in the presence of a man and a brother – or father, or master, or what you will – to smile too gaily, speak too freely, or move too quickly: but, in time, I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you; and then your looks and movements will have more vivacity and variety than they dare offer now.  I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close-set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high.” – Mr. Rochester in Chapter XIV of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë, first published in 1847

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