Friday, January 20, 2012

Back up

A few years ago I had my laptop in my bedroom while I worked.  When I was finished and turned it off I had one of the kids take it back to the office to put on my desk.  He turned it loose a little too early and it hit the desk really hard and killed my hard drive.

I learned to get an external hard drive and back everything up.

Which I did.  The last time I did that was in October, though.  And then I took my laptop in to have it's yearly checkup and clean.  I don't think they did everything they were supposed to because it was still giving me the "blue screen of death" every other day or so.  So I was going to take it in this week to have them fix it again because I really want my laptop after surgery.

Yesterday when I got home from work I turned it on to check my mail. 

Nothing.
Nada.
Zippo.
Black screen with just a curser ominously blinking in the corner.

Had the kids' dad look at it.

He thinks my hard drive died.

So, I am typing this at work.
So I won't have a computer over the weekend because the kids' computer screen died on Tuesday.
So I am definately taking mine in today
So I have no idea if they can recover anything (thankfully it is only a couple months worth of stuff and all the pictures are still on my camera disk)
I still have one payment left on this computer and really don't relish the idea of more payments.
Hopefully- if they can't fix this one- they can just sell me a new hard drive and I won't need a whole new computer because remember that whole healing thing? I really want to heal the bank account and this being paid off was going to be the first step on that path.

Is it ok to pray for my hard drive? Because I am.

So I will not have access to a computer all weekend. And that is ok. I don't mind being unplugged from electronics- I have cleaning, organizing, indoor soccer, laundry... but I will miss e-mail.  And hopefully I will be plugged back in soon.






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Sunday, January 15, 2012

Lookin' Out My Front Door

I had an idea in November or December. I was going to take a picture each month of the year on the same day to document the changing of the world.  My plan at the time was to do it on the first day of the month.  I think the fact that the first of January was on a Sunday kind of through me off, though because I got sidetracked with church and family stuff.

So I changed my plan to the 15th of the month.  Now to see how well I do with keeping up with this.

So here is the view from my front door today.





I know- January 15 and no snow!! and if you looked close enough you would see that the trees are starting to form little buds-- So not good, people! 





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Thursday, January 12, 2012

What I Really, Really Want

Bastian had shown the lion the inscription on the reverse side of the Gem. 'What do you suppose it means?' he asked. '"DO WHAT YOU WISH"' That must mean I can do anything I feel like. Don't yo think so?"

All at once Grograman's face looked alarmingly grave, and his eyes glowe.
 "No," he said in his deep, rumbling voice. "It means that you must do what you really and truly want. And nothing is more difficult."

"What I really and truly want? What do you mean by that?"

"It's your own deepest secret and you yourself don't know it."

"How can I find out?"

"By going the way of your wishes, from one to another, from first to last. It will take you to what you really and truly want."

"That doesn't sound so hard," said Bastian.

"It is the most dangerous of all journeys."

"Why?" Bastian asked. "I'm not afraid."

"That isn't it," Grograman rumbled. "It requires the greatest honesty and vigilance, because there's no other journey on which it's so easy to lose yourself forever."
The Neverending Story
Michael Ende

I had this discussion with my friend the other day, how we as humans, despite all our half hearted efforts, live our lives waiting for something to make our life better.  How we think we will be happy "when _______".  When we graduate, lose that last 10 pounds, get married, have kids, get the job... whatever.

I have come to realize that for a very long time this is what I did, I lived in the future in my head and was frustrated when life didn't mimic fantasy. When my thoughts- spoken or unspoken- didn't automatically come to be, as in the story, always there with no beginning just always existing because I thought it so.

After living last year trying to live with integrity, I can no longer live obliviously like that. No, I am now very much aware when I start trying to wish my life into existence. And despite what Bastian thought it is not easy and it is scary.  And  Grograman  is right, it is very easy to lose one's self if one does not use complete honesty and vigilance.

I have never read The Neverending Story  before and have only seen bits and pieces of the movie. Brandi had the book, read it and hated it and wanted to give it to D.I. but I took it out of the pile and because I wanted to read it at least once.  I am not sure what I think about it, but when I read the above passage the other night, I knew I wanted to make it my own as I go through this year of healing.  Because I am feeling that in order to heal, I need to get real and get honest and figure out what exactly it is that I really and truly want. What my deepest, darkest secret that even I myself don't know yet.

And it is the journey itself to find it that will heal and give me happiness ever after.




Indeed

Monday, January 2, 2012

To everything there is a season

Ecclesiastes 3

My sister picks a word to live by and to help guide her life each year.  A fews years ago I adopted that practice for my life.  I had no clue the paths that would take me.  Last year I knew where I wanted to go, who I wanted to be, and how I wanted to get there and it was with that in mind that I chose Living with Integrity as my guide for the year.

I am no where near where I thought I would be today.  In fact I am at a place I would never have dreamed working on things I thought were beyond hope, with understanding far beyond anything I could imagine.  I know that there are those in my life that do not understand where I am, but unless you walked my journey you cannot understand it (I barely understand it).

2011 was a hard, hard year for my family. Our hearts were ripped out, stomped on and ravaged in ways we never believed possible.  We learned to really and truly forgive, we learned about accountability and responsibility, we learned about what love is and what it isn't, we learned about psychological disorders and illness and the differences between those disorders that are choices and those that are not, we learned about acceptance, we learned about prayer and how to truly pray for what you want and not just pray, we learned how to figure out what it is you really want, and we are trying to learn to trust in the Lord.

Someday I'll tell you the story, but right now it is not all my story to tell.

It was with all of that in mind that I began searching for what I wanted 2012 to be, who I want to be, where I want my family to be and who I want it to become.

I picked and discarded at least a dozen words until one day it just came to me: Ecclesiatstes 3, the entire chapter, but verse 3 in particular-  A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up

This is a year that we, I, need to heal.  There was a time I knew what that meant, but after this last month of prayer and contemplation and cummonion with the Lord, I am not sure I know anymore.  I do know that there are specific areas of my life that need healed:
work, bank account, relationships, my body and health.  And there are ways that I think they should be healed, but I don't believe that any of that will be what really happens. Simply because I know that what I know, and what I can see right now, is not the big picture.  So as I go forward I will try to trust the Lord and do as He asks and directs, but I will keep in mind that when I pray, I am asking Him to help me heal these areas in my life in His way.

Theme for the family to help guide family home evenings this year: we chose Listening to and living by the Spirit

I was talking with the kids' father the other day about the horribleness of 2011.  I told him I was sorry that the biggest thing in our lives happened, but I was happy for one reason, it started us talking and dealing with issues we have been sweeping away for decades and ignoring, hoping they would just go away.  He agreed that that part is a good thing.  Right now we are not sure what we are going to do with those things, but I do know that they are going to be part of the healing of 2012- no matter what path that takes us.

** on another note,  today I was going to post pictures of Brandi's first haircut.  A couple of months ago I turned the caring of her hair over to her. She is 12 now and doing her hair is time consuming and hard and she would balk when I told her it was time to do it.  With me working 2 jobs I no longer have time to fight her over doing her hair.  2 months ago she had a full head of beautiful hair.  Today when we got to the beauty shop and the beautician took the pony tail holders out and I saw what was there, I cried.

Brandi has long hair in the front part of her head, about a 4 inch swath.  She then has 3 pony tail patches in the back and the rest of her head is covered in scalp length baby down hair where it has broken off at the root.  I didn't know because she keeps it pulled back in a pony tail so it covers the missing hair.  She didn't realize it had broken off either. 

The beautician gave us the choice of cutting it all off the same length and starting over or leaving it and wearing it in a pony tail all the time to cover it.  Brandi started crying and asked to leave so we did. She has spent the last 3 hours crying.  So have I.  I know it is because she didn't listen to me about what to do and when to do it, but I can't tell her that right now because it would sound too much like, "I told you so".  If I had chosen, I would have had it all cut to the same length, but this is her hair and has to be her choice, which I am sure she will make in a couple of weeks, but until then, my heart is hurting for my baby.  So much of a woman's identity is in her hair, and when you have black hair, you have so few choices and this is so hard for her.

Let the healing begin.






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