"When a soul recognises the will of God and shows a readiness to submit to it entirely, then God gives Himself to such a soul and renders it most powerful succour under all circumstances." - Rev. Jean-Pierre de Caussade

Friday, February 25, 2011

Never a dull moment

This week was just weird. Seriously. Or maybe it was just the last couple of days.

On Wednesday, I managed to wake up sick again (um, this makes 4 or 5 times since December?), get to work late, and spill coffee all over my skirt. ALL OVER. One of my students even nicknamed me "coffee skirt." Thankfully, a very smart co-worker informed me that Clorox wipes work just as well as Tide wipes (which nobody had on hand). You really do learn something new everyday. Keep those Clorox wipes handy!

Last night, Logan and I decided to be rather adventurous on a weeknight and go to the French Quarter. Logan's brother is in a band, and they were playing at Hard Rock Cafe. So, we made a night of it, first reminiscing the night of our engagement - eating at the same restaurant and walking along the river to the spot that Logan proposed. It was a good night.

I just need to add that we decided to find a free parking spot on a street, as opposed to paying $15 or so to park in a lot. As we were walking back to the car to go home, Logan does what he always does, saying over and over, "I hope my car is there." It's not like he says it because he's expecting his car not to be there, because it always is there - he's just weird and thinks about the possibility of his car disappearing somehow. So, there we are, walking down a street. Then we turn the corner where we're expecting to see his beloved car parked - her name is Pegasus, by the way - and you know what? His car wasn't there. That really has got to be one of the strangest feelings, expecting to find your car right where you left it, and it's gone.

You know what my first reaction was? I laughed. Not even kidding. I must be psychotic.


We're standing there, in the middle of New Orleans, at 10:30 at night (totally past my bedtime), and we have no car. Awesome. 

There was a restaurant nearby, and one of the employees informed us that our car was towed. It was rather ridiculous, really, because although there was a temporary no parking sign, it said it was for Saturday, February 5. And yesterday was Thursday, February 24. But whatever.

Thankfully, a friend who had also gone to Hard Rock hadn't left yet. I'm not sure how (I think we can thank his I-Phone?), but the guys found the place that had the car, and our friend gave us a ride so we could rescue poor Pegasus. By the time all that happened and we were finally on our way home, it was almost 11:30 (wayyyy past my bedtime). Oh, and we were $165 poorer. Even more awesome.

Of course, Logan and I are both very thankful that the situation wasn't worse - like, the car being stolen, or not having anybody give us a ride. Whew.

So what have we learned here? Always park in a damn lot. Unless, of course, you want to risk having free parking turn into $165, because there are some overly excited towing companies out there. Just saying.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Patience is a virtue...that I don't have

Our home development worker came over yesterday (rescheduled from last week) as part of the home study process. We weren't sure what to expect, really - I thought she'd inspect our house and everything. She did ask for a tour, but it seemed like she was more interested in getting to know Logan and me. She asked a bunch of questions, like our preferences for age, gender, and number of kids. We have another meeting setup for next week. Whenever Logan and I get around to it, we need to get fingerprinted, and we have one last interview. After that, we basically wait for all of the paperwork to be processed, which could take 60-90 days. I was surprised at that, and somewhat disappointed, because it seems like getting certified is taking FOREVER. But I completely understand why it's so in depth - they need to make sure all foster parents don't have serious issues. 

I'm not a very patient person - when I want something I want it NOW - so this dragged on process is testing my nerves. But it seems as if God keeps wanting me to be patient, so I'm trying to look at the positive side of waiting another 2-3 months until we have a foster child. The same can be said with trying to get pregnant. I'm well aware of the fact that Logan and I should be enjoying our time together, because once a kid comes along...well, you know. Life gets crazy.

On a slightly random note, Logan and I have started running this week (I'm not going to lie, I ate wayyyy too much candy on Valentine's Day), in attempt to be in shape for the annual 5K run that Logan did last year. Let me just say, running is a wonderful stress reliever. If you haven't noticed, I could use that right now. :)

"Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections, but instantly set about remedying them – every day begin the task anew." -St. Francis de Sales

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Change of Heart (pun intended)

I should have written this yesterday, but oh well. Better late than never!

I used to think Valentine’s Day was pretty lame. And I still don’t think it’s the greatest holiday, mainly because I’m totally not a romantic person. In fact, if it weren’t for Logan and his crazy romantic side, our marriage would be pretty boring. (I woke up yesterday to rose petals on the ground, index cards with definitions of love all over the house, and a nice little setup of chocolate, flowers, and a stuffed animal on the kitchen table. What did I get for him? Nothing…until I got off work yesterday. Oops.) Plus, you’re supposed to be loving and sweet every day – not just on February 14. But let’s face it…sometimes (maybe it’s just me) you just don’t feel like being romantic. And sometimes your relationships go through a rough patch. And sometimes you’d rather just have some time alone than be with someone you love (again, maybe just me?). So, I have come to the conclusion that a commercial holiday can indeed be a good thing, because it forces you to do something thoughtful. I know I certainly needed a reminder this year.
 Yeah, this started my day off right.
 And this was from my other valentine...(Logan better watch out, this 8-year old is a cutie ;))

St. Valentine, pray for us!

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Trust Issues

I'm not a very optimistic person. Perhaps at one time I was, and I certainly try to be as optimistic as possible, but heck - I'm a melancholic, and it doesn't come easy. It seems like lately I've been having more and more moments where I feel a bit overwhelmed by everything in life, and whether it's due to hormones or my moodiness or just God trying to show me something, I have to say that I could be handling things better (again, maybe it's just the perfectionism talking).

I'm realizing that I have some serious trust issues. Sadly enough, most of those trust issues have to do with God. While I certainly believe that everything happens for a reason, lately I've been wondering what the heck God is doing. Everything I feel called to do just doesn't seem to be working out at the moment. The desire to be a mother - to my own children or foster children - is increasing every day, and while I know it's all in God's timing, I'm feeling very restless. I'm starting to feel discontent with my job and coaching soccer and everything else I used to enjoy. All I want to do in life is be a wife and mother, but I feel like I'm being a terrible wife right now, and I don't know when God is going to put children in my life.

It all comes down to trusting that God is working through this time in my life, when it seems like nothing is producing any fruit.

"Trust in the Lord and do good that you may dwell in the land and live secure. Find your delight in the Lord who will give you your heart’s desire." -Psalm 37:3-4

Friday, February 4, 2011

House Pictures - Guest Bathroom

I came home from work to a finished bathroom this evening. :) Well, it's still got a couple minor things left, but I was thrilled anyway. Logan is awesome.

Like I said before, we weren't planning on re-doing this bathroom. But somehow God likes to turn a not-so-good thing into a good thing (it seems to be the theme of our marriage so far). Gotta love it.

 This is the original bathroom, before we even bought the house.

 And then came the flood. This is the only picture I have of the old floor, so I wanted you to see how much better the new floor is!
 And the demolition begins...
 This is what is underneath a toilet, in case you were wondering.
 Pretty new floor!

 Logan painted while I sat on the couch and read a book. That's how it's supposed to be, right? ;)
 New vanity! Not the fanciest thing ever but the faucet is SO much better than the old one. Woo.

And there you go. Our pretty bathroom!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

I married a comedian

I'm home sick today, and Logan just so happens to be off work as well. Our bathroom is almost done - just have to put the vanity in place and nail in the baseboards. Before that's done, though, we figured that we might as well paint the walls. Thankfully, I have an excuse to not paint because I'm sick (at least it's good for something). So, Logan is painting, and he tells me, "Now you see...we probably wouldn't have painted this if it hadn't flooded." He looks up and says dramatically, "God, there's got to be an easier way!"

And I thought I was the dramatic one.


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