Friday, September 20, 2013

Cumpleaños feliz te deseamos a tí *clap*clap*clap*

The song stuck in my head yesterday. I am one of those people who get randomrandomrandom things in my head, and enough Happy Birthdays, and it's the new soundtrack. 

I haven't posted in a month partially because I haven't really slowed down to figure out what to say, and partially because I haven't always felt like I had much to say. 
I know, shocker. 
Really, though, we are inundated with information and people saying stuff just to say stuff, (like my middle school students, for instance) and that's not what I live for.

I still have to work today and am heading out soon, but as a little morsel, here's what's rolling in the deep...recesses of my brain. 


Had some serious rough times this week with all of the trepidation approaching 24 and such, the regrets and lies of the past and even in thinking of those who truly are alone, alone on birthdays and special days; asking God to meet them and sustain. Kate was right, it came and went, and is still going, the change and taught pulling and tucking and sniping and putting on of this new year. I’m not sure how it feels, yet. Ask me next year when I stop to think on what’s happened.

Tears do spring to the back of my eyes thinking of all that has transpired in my little life in this corner of the globe, as a friend likes to call it. I am overwhelmed. By grace, by mercy, by faithfulness, by blessing, by abundance, by friends, by family, by sweet gifts, by difficulty, by challenge, by hope, by the Spirit of God, by love, by fear, by sugar, by exclamation points, by memories, by lack of memories, by wishes…

Fun(ny) parts of yesterday: Normal early early wake-up, seventh grade singers, prayed over by coworkers, too.much.sugar., seventh graders' "noooo," when I told them we had to stop reading, receiving packages from the U.S., skyping with my parents, sunshine to run in the afternoon, chai that was less overwhelmingly cardamom-y than the last time we made it, crockpot curry, host family surprise visit--yes, our kitchen was a mess, I was wearing sweats, they brought another cake, and they humble me all the time, flourless chocolate cake, my mom's crazy packing skills, late-night convo with my roommate, and sweet sleep granted by the Lord.