Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
After reading Leeana's book themed on dramatic growth in her life in a one-year period living in a foreign country as a newlywed married to a Navy SEAL, I thought about what my own found art might be. What would the objects I chose represent?
- The ever-present writer's cup of coffee, now cold. This represents something that brings me pleasure and comfort while I'm typing away. God gives us so many small joys that we often take for granted.
- Bath and Body Works Aromatherapy Orange Ginger body lotion--one of the best fragrances ever, stocked by this hotel. The sweet pungent aroma of being alive and especially, alive to God and alive for others.
- A note with the passcode to the wireless internet here and a reminder to pick up waters for the convention speaker. A quote I had post-it-noted to my laptop. This tells me how intrinsic writing is to my life--I must have pen and paper at all times, for lists, thoughts, quotes, ideas.
- The quote itself: You don't have to get it right, you just have to get it going/done--Mike Litman. I'm a procrastinator and an inconsistent perfectionist. I added the "done" part to this man's thought, knowing how much I need this push to get started and finished with the projects God drops like friendly, messy packages in my path.
- A card for a free Starbucks beverage, given to me by the friendly maintenance man who promptly replaced a burnt-out bulb on our hotel room desk. Life is full of surprises, and when they're good ones, I need to rejoice and give thanks. Like when I learned today that my dad's CT showed no cancer, which means he probably has a cure.
- A pen. I've already covered this, concerning writing, above.
- The notebook with all my computer passwords. The cap to my flashdrive, which is usually attached to my laptop. These are my lifelines, which go everywhere the computer goes (which is usually wherever I go). But if there were a fire, there's no question I'd get people and pets out first. I must choose my priorities and not just recite but live them.
- My cell phone. I smile, knowing if I'd refused to start texting several years ago, I wouldn't be as connected to our young adult children as I am today. And I admit, the Facebook messages and wall posts are kind of fun, too. But I don't even need it to talk to the Father. He's always in the "service area" and safe to message while I'm driving.
Posted by Karen at Thursday, March 18, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 05, 2010
Or to order just this book (rather than the whole series)
call Customer Service (1-800-431-2344).
Posted by Karen at Friday, March 05, 2010