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Category: The Catch-All

Reminders to Remember

It has been a month since the If:Gathering Austin. I left inspired in a way that I have not been before. I was moved. I was motivated.  As part of the closing portion of the meeting, we were given a smooth stone to remind us all that we learned.  The rocks symbolizes the stones that God commanded the Israelites to use when He called them to remember what He had done for them in parting seas and tumbling walls.  The word I wrote on my stone was WRITE. I would write daily. Not too long after I left that conference, I wrote my last blog entry.  It had been months since I wrote on this blog.  For almost all the same reasons it has been over 20 days since I wrote after that long drought.   LIFE happened as it usually does. February in particular. It happens every year, but yet I am often surprised by it. The shortest month of the year but one of the longest if you know what I mean. The month after the excitement of Christmas has worn off.  The long-short month of hogs and flowers.  And chocolate.  Sickness.  Cedar fever, if you live…

In Pattern

In Pattern. Or, rather Back In Pattern. Or, rather, I am Back In Pattern. That was a term I heard a lot at a former job. The term meant that a client was back into a pattern of behavior that had been deemed harmful. Example: A recovering alcoholic who slipped and had a weekend drinking binge. We all have “bad habits”. Smoking, drinking, gossip, over-eating or lying. Often we develop bad habits to combat some type of behavior. Gary Moon, a former professor of mine, used to call them behavior narcotics. They could be anything we use to combat or compensate for a shortcoming. Personally, I use busyness as a way to escape my anxiety. I have overloaded my schedule without thinking because I want to please people or escape something unpleasant. I secretly hate to be still because then I am more likely to listen to my anxious thoughts and anxious heart. When I purposely slow down, I am forced to listen. My body has really started craving those slow down moments. Part of my soul screams for rest and for silence, but then the anxiety starts creeping in when I am still. I know that…

When a Small Legacy Leaves a Lasting Impact

A few weeks ago, I got an email inviting me to Nancy’s memorial.  A year before, I received an email invite to bring Nancy meals as she recovered from cancer treatments.   I met Nancy only a few times through a business transaction.  But she left a small legacy in my home that shall remain:  a stained glass window in my bathroom. Every morning, I see her legacy as I get out of my shower.  She probably didn’t remember me, and I can barely remember what she looked like.  She was friendly and loved what she did.  We talked about things I don’t remember.  I remember the colors and textures of glass in her shop.  Nancy struggled for with a bad economy in the Austin economy.  Stained glass was a luxury that a lot of builders cut out.  Her work was, and is, beautiful.  I always meant to have her do a piece for the front door.  I put it off for too long for it to become a reality, but I can say that I have a small piece of her art. When we bought our current house, we had two mortgages so a…

If You Don’t Make Yourself a Priority, Then You Become A Liability

Wow!  Sometimes when a friend makes a statement, you really take notice.  The title of this blog comes from a conversations with one of my dearest friends. You may note the long stretch of time between posts on this blog.  That was never my purpose.  Like a lot of moms, I got especially busy with the Annual Event known as the END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR.  Plus my family planned a vacation to leave the day school released.   It was glorious, but came at a price.  As I write this, I am sitting on my couch recovering from a very nasty stomach bug and migraine.  I think my body just shut down. I overextended myself with projects beyond my normal busy routine.  There were end of year parties, teacher gifts, end of year programs,  term papers, and for the first time for our family, middle school finals.  It was a blur.  I did some good things, but I let some great and important things slide – like devotions times and praying.  Oops.  I am not proud of that, but it is changing. So when my friend called to check on me and we were talking about how our lives were…

Life At 350 Degrees

I go through phases of cooking.  Sometimes I cook, and sometimes I don’t. This past weekend my oldest made an Easter cake.  Before you get excited about a Pinterest worthy picture attached to this blog, let me declare the following:  I am ON Pinterest, but I do not DO Pinterest.  The cake my daughter made was from a box that we decorate by putting Peeps bunnies all over it.  It was something fun that she loved to do.  As I set the oven at 350 degrees, I poignant thought struck me.  I do most of my baking on 350 degrees.  Cakes, brownies, french fries, roasted vegetables, frozen items.  It just makes it easier.  Kinda like baking autopilot. As I watched my child mix the cake and pour the contents in the baking pans, a thought struck me.  I live my life on 350 degrees.  Pretty much the same temperature all the time.  Same school routines, same lunches I make for the kids, same towels I fold and same messes that I come home to on a regular basis.   My husband and children thrive better on a routine.  Especially the husband.  Things out of order or out of routine…

Welcome to Trapezoid Life!

Welcome to Trapezoid Life!   I hope you enjoy your time here, and may you find encouragement and laughter along the journey…

From A Box to A Trapezoid

It all started with a conversation about a box… A box. It’s square, or sometimes a rectangle. The sides are straight lines, and the contents usually stay inside the lines. Boxes are great. I’ve moved a couple of times and they are very useful. But I’ve noticed that boxes are very rigid. They have little give unless an elephant sits on a box, and then it is not so useful. Boxes can also be confining…cubicles, elevators and a number of other places resemble boxes. Have you ever noticed that people put themselves in metaphorical boxes? That was me. I grew up in a family that liked rules and routines to keep children safe. And, don’t get me wrong… rules they are great. At an early age, I learned how to live in a box. As a teenager, I developed huge anxiety… that became part of my box. Anything outside the box was not safe. As an adult, I learned that I could control utterly everything about my box. Just don’t ask me to move my box. And so one day a friend and I compared our lives to boxes and our relationships to God…

Welcome!

People tell me the shortest point between two points is a straight line. I did not get that memo. My career path, well, most of my life, looks like a big bowl of spaghetti. It is hard to find the starting point so here goes… I’m a Southern gal raised in a small Georgia town. On the outside, my life was pretty plain. I grew up in the same home, did well in school and graduated high school. I got my four-year degree in four years. You know how unusual that is, right…