after sandy

I slept fitfully two nights ago, as I along with the rest of the East Coast awaited the onslaught of Sandy and her wintry co-conspirators from the West.

I found myself praying for the safety of everyone in its path, even for the pets and the wildlife. I prayed that it would be less destructive than predicted, I prayed that people would make it to safety. And in the midst of my prayers, I began to thank God for His power.

We are in the midst of a power struggle of epic proportions in America, as we near an election that will decide our country’s direction for the next four years and probably longer. Each side has its reasons for believing the power should be placed in their hands, not the others’. There are people who believe that the fate of our country, even of the world, lies in the election of one of two men, to what is arguably the most powerful political office in the world.

As a Christian, I know in whose hands our true fate lies. And perhaps, I hope, a few more people recognized over the past couple of days who really holds the power. I can’t help but wonder at the timing of one of the most powerful storms in America’s history.

He holds the power. He created the earth and everything in it, He orchestrates its every move. He has held America in His hands since its birth, and He will hold it in His hands until its death. He knows who will be elected next week, and guess what? He’s okay with it. So guess what? I’m okay with it. Be it all to His glory.

It’s easy to get so caught up in trying to do the will of God that we forget that the will of God is already being done.

Maybe we needed a break from the election, from the fighting, from the slandering, from the power struggle. Maybe we all needed to step back for a minute, believers and non-believers, and take a look at what’s important. Maybe we needed a glimpse of true power.

I mourn the losses that happened over the past couple of days in our country. I pray that no such storm floods our shores in the future. But through all of it, I praise God for His power.

And I praise Him for the little gifts, like the perfection of the verse He led me to this morning by what many would call coincidence.

Let the nations know that we are but men.

-me

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confessions.

I don’t ever want this blog to just be a shell of who I really am. It’s easy to put my best foot forward and have this be just an extension of my Facebook page, one more way to tell everyone how great my life really is.

I don’t want to do that here, and I don’t think that will ever serve me well if I want to be a writer.

I need to learn how to be honest, with myself, with my readers, with everyone around me.

I think I have spent most of my life thinking that I have to impress people to make them like me. What I am beginning to realize is that people don’t want to be impressed. In fact, if we try to act too perfect around people, they probably won’t like us, because really, who likes a perfect person? People like an honest person, and someone who has just as many flaws as they know they have.

So I’m working on my honesty. And here are some confessions.

I hit my snooze button four times this morning. This is not uncommon for me.

10:30 pm is late for me to be out of bed still. 6:30 am is early.

I still sleep sometimes with my blanket from when I was little, because it’s really soft and warm.

I have never done my own taxes. And I never want to.

When I don’t want to do something, it’s really hard to make me do it.

I only shower every other day, unless something crazy happens.

Since I got married, I have probably looked back at my wedding pictures 2-3 times a week. I’m not sure when this will slow down.

I care a lot what people think of me. Particularly how I look. Now that I’m married, I think I care more what girls think I look like than boys.

I’m too old to be calling females girls and males boys, but “woman” and “man” feel so old to me.

I’m unbelievably, inconsolably, irreparably impatient.

Sometimes I say things just to try to make people laugh, because I feel like it will make them like me.

Most of the time when I write something, I hope it will make someone like me.

I’m almost always wondering if someone likes me. I wish I could say I didn’t care, but I do. I really do.

Sometimes I get on Facebook just to compare my life to other people’s lives. And even if I didn’t get on there for that express purpose, it usually comes around to that.

When someone else is successful at something, 9 times out of 10 I am more jealous than happy for them.

I think my way is better.

I struggle with anxiety. And maybe a little bit of OCD. Not the funny kind.

I play with my hair all. the. time. I’m seriously considering going to therapy for it. I think I’ve given myself arthritis. You probably think I’m kidding.

There are a lot of things that I didn’t write here, because I’m scared to.

Well, that’s all for now. Hopefully that gives you a little better idea of who I am when no one is looking.

What are your confessions?

-me

new england, tourist style.

This week the leaves finally turned. We had been told that they would turn a couple of weeks ago, and a friend of mine pointed out a week or two ago that nothing too impressive was happening yet.

Well, this week it got impressive. Just in time for my parents’ arrival, the colors came out in full force. I’ll have to take some pictures for you.

I met my parents in Boston Friday morning, and after a wee bit of shopping 🙂 we took the train back up to Hamilton that afternoon. We showed them our place and settled them in to their inn in Rockport, followed by a nice dinner at Latitude 43 in Gloucester.

Notice the red scarf, because it’s a new purchase and you should be jealous.

I took a picture of my parents but it was bad and they refused to sign a release to publish so you’ll just have to use your imagination.

We spent Saturday driving down the coast of Massachusetts, starting in Rockport and ending in my new favorite New England town, Marblehead.

We even braved the streets of Salem, which is a zoo the whole month of October. People kept telling me to avoid it at all costs, so naturally I went.

Unfortunately this picture depicts none of the crazy characters we encountered during our journey. I’d say a good third of the people walking the streets were either in costume or just plain strange looking. The rest of us pointed them out to each other like rare birds, or like pieces of trash we should carefully step around.

Marshall spent 45 minutes finding a parking spot to meet us for lunch. Whoops.

After Salem we moved on to quieter, quainter streets. When we parked our car in Marblehead, we were greeted by this face.

I knew at once that I would like it there.

It’s one of those adorable towns that seems to be somehow sheltered from tourists, despite its historic roots and quintessential New England feel.

(what’s a New England town without ice cream??)

We walked around what felt like the whole city, enjoying the houses as much as the harbor. Each house had a little plaque on the front of it that listed when it was built (most in the 17th and 18th century), who first owned it, and what their trade was. It’s amazing that houses that old are still standing.

This church was built in the early 1600s and towers over the surrounding buildings in the center of the town. Oh, did I mention it was the perfect day for sightseeing?

And picture taking too.I want to live there someday.

It felt good to be a tourist for the weekend, and it was a nice reminder of the beauty that surrounds us and how we should take advantage of it while we are here.

It’s never too late to become a tourist in your own town.

-me

little taste of home

My parents are in town.

Unfortunately I work all day today so I don’t get to see them until tomorrow morning, but then I get to spend all weekend with them!

It will be a great excuse to be a tourist up here, do some more exploring, eat some good food, enjoy the fall a bit before it turns to winter.

We’re heading back to this picture with my parents, an adorable little peninsula in Rockport called Bearskin Neck, and I can’t wait to show it to my mom. Maybe she’ll paint a picture of it for me. Rockport is the quintessential New England town. I’ll be sure to take some more pictures of it for you.

It will be nice to get a little taste of home this weekend, and to show my parents our new home away from home. Pray for good weather though, there’s rain in the forecast. I thought October was supposed to be a dry month! Never mind that.

Only six hundred pages left of Gone With The Wind. Almost done. Scarlett just swore she would never go hungry again.

Enjoy your weekend.

love,

me