Wednesday, August 27, 2008
I want to write something of value every single day.
I might want to go to college part-time. Or 3/4 time.
I want to buy a desk.
I want to be a responsible pet owner and get Gigi vaccinated regularly.
I want to wake up at six every single morning to read.
I want to organize and re organize every drawer and every cupboard in my house.
If I went to college, I would want to run a study group.
I'm wondering how this college thought runs in with the other plans I have for
my future - plans that weren't concrete anyway and certainly aren't mutually
exclusive to furthing my education.
I want to have mastered the piano already, after one month of lessons.
I want to have at least one meaningful conversation every day - so I can blog about it - thus fulfilling the write some thing of value every day.
I wish organizing all these thoughts were as easy as organizing my drawers. They aren't and this is the order they came out in. A bulletin board of thoughts, I suppose.
I want a giant bulletin board for all these thoughts.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
The last two nights I have totally broken down and watched women's gymnastics. I am not necessarily a big fan of the Olympics - potentially because I'm not an athlete and I'm not competitive. The appealing part, to me, is the medal ceremony - potentially because I like to cry. Ok. Maybe I don't like to cry - but I like to see someone receive their reward.
It's the same feeling I get when someone wins American Idol...
Gets a new home on Extreme Makeover...
...or when an animal gets reunited with their owner after a flood or something....
Your throat goes tight and the bottom corners or your jaw start to tingle and little tears well up in the bottom of your eyes.It's like a little inward celebration.
Monday, August 18, 2008
My friend Eric, whom I love (period), and my new friends Matthew and Kelly stayed for a whopping 29 hours. We took an adventure down the Boise River on Saturday. There is something to having a friendship that picks up where it left off. The type of friendship that stays up until four in the morning catching up he had to leave at nine the next morning to travel back to Seattle. We see each other maybe twice a year, enjoy the crap out of each other's company and barely speak the rest of our days. We purposefully go on with lives that have nothing to do with each other and somehow, when the two worlds intersect - we have loads in common. The shared experiences we've had always get brought up and are the lens through which we see each other now - my how far we've come and still have to go.
My friend Mario and my new friend Robbie drove up from Salt Lake to share some of their insight with my church. My pastor planned a truth event and invited Mario up to dialogue (word of the weekend) with anyone and everyone who had a question about the truth as it applied to faith and life in general. Saturday night was an open forum and Sunday was a time for Mario to share some of his discovery process. I've referenced before that he is a masterful thinker - and through his honest pursuit of that which is true, he's encountered challenges to his faith and has had the tenacity to press forward. I believe those encounters provided for some legitimate answers to the questions that were constantly asked this weekend. He and Robbie were like a walking, talking Google. Everyone had something to ask these guys.
Currently, I'm at my own kind of intersection regarding faith and truth. I had plenty of questions. You see, I have a sincere curiosity regarding God's ability to make people well. All kinds of well but specifically scenarios when people are experiencing physical trauma or disability. Paired with that curiosity, I have a lot of questions. Like why, when you ask God to do something inside a certain circumstance (i.e. some one's cancer, Alzheimer's, headaches, etc.), more often than not, it doesn't happen? Questions like - if things don't happen the way I ask them to, what does that mean? Did I ask wrong or does God have something else in mind? And if He does have something else in mind, instead of making those kinds of problems disappear, is it ok if I keep asking Him to do those kinds of things? I would wager that anyone that has prayed a prayer of this nature has asked themselves and God the same types of questions.
My thoughts on the subject of God's choice to heal somebody are incomplete. I can tell you, though, that at the heart of my down-right ache to witness things like this happen is the conviction that if I asked the God for something miraculous and He did it, wouldn't that speak of His credibility to a world that thinks God is dead or sleeping or never existed in the first place? Recognizing that witnessing something supernatural is probably the least common way to establish the fact the God still lives, I still want to ask Him for it so that someone might believe.
Asking for things that are impossible can really feel impossible. Understanding the impossible - even more complicated. After this weekend and a statement made that suggested that we don't have to know everything about our decisions to make them, I'm encouraged to proceed in this discovery process. I'd like to take the path labeled "Possible" and continue to ask questions along the way.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Today. I am bookkeeper, legal assistant and receptionist.
I'm probably the best at being a receptionist. It's 90% personality, 9% skill and 1% ridiculous good-looks. Percentages may vary at any given point.
I'd rather be a bookkeeper because it's about 50% skill, 40% detail, 9% memory, and 1% sexy-phone voice (useful for collections).
I'd probably REALLY like to just be famous.
Posted by Layne Street at 11:16 AM
Monday, August 11, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
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Friday, August 8, 2008
My piano teacher was talking about life inside of a retirement home. She said, "You'd think time would slow down at our age, but it doesn't. It goes faster." That caught me off guard. I've assumed that the later on in life you get, the slower the pace. I guess no matter how fast you travel, there will always be twenty-four hours in a day.
I'm the world's most efficient procrastinator. My actions seem to always be contingent upon upcoming factors, "When this happens, I'll do this." I said that when it got warm enough this year, I'd like to camp almost every weekend. I've gone once and I'm pushing the next trip out until September.
For the last few years I've thought that my life's mission will work itself out once I have someone to share my life with. Obviously, a very backwards approach. An approach that could very seriously hinder an accurate or fulfilling fit while wasting countless days that could be spent breaking serious ground.
Self-inflicted waiting games are well disguised thieves. They'll swat you over the head with meaningless excuses and crank the gears on the clock harder and harder. They leave you standing in the hallway at work with your cup of coffee saying, "Can you believe it's almost September?"
Thursday, August 7, 2008
So I'm alright. But I don't have much to say.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Instead of pouting about it - I've adopted the nick-names and I've even used them in practical everyday situations. "Hi, my name's Layne - like the road." That particular instance is useful when dealing with those who are hard of hearing in that one, I generally use hand motions when describing 'the road' and two, it helps to cut back on the Layne/Elaine confusion.