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| I don't know how many of you may or may not have had the privilege of really knowing your grandparents, but for me I have mostly known them through photographs and stories. Both of my grandfathers and one of my grandmothers all died before I was born or when I was very young and so my view of them has been shaped almost entirely by what people have said of them. To be honest, this isn't something that I have ever spent much time thinking about, its just the way things are. However, this weekend I went to visit my aunt and she showed me this picture- 
If you can't tell because of the terrible quality, this is me in a wedding dress with my father...kind of weird, I know. I had almost completely forgotten that last year when my aunt visited she woke me up one morning and told me to try on my grandmother's wedding dress and much to my astonishment it fit me quite perfectly. At the time, I didn't think much of the situation (aside from thinking that it was quite fun to wear a wedding dress, even if it was about 65 years old), but seeing this picture today has filled me with curiosity. I want to know the woman who wore this dress and I want to know why she picked the man she walked down the aisle to. I would love to have a conversation with her about what she believed and eat some of her terrible meat loaf (one of the legacies she left :). It also makes me curious about whether or not I will walk down the aisle, and whether I will have grandchildren trying on my wedding dress and asking me the very questions that I would like to ask my grandmother. There really are no answers to these questions, but its interesting to think about how weird and fascinating and comfortable and (hopefully) loving, families are. And perhaps most importantly, it has made me think about what stories people will have to tell about my life and what legacies I will leave...something that most of us are not prone to do often enough. | | |
| Happy Easter, everyone! He conquered death- that is reason to celebrate, indeed! | | |
| This weekend I worked hard. And it was good, but really draining. While I was driving home today I started to process what it is that exhausts and frustrates me so much at work sometimes and I realized that for the most part its not work, its people. People sap my energy when they demand a lot and offer little gratitude. People are tiring when they do not do what I ask them (often mulitple times) to do. They make me feel bad when they treat me condescendingly and especially when they speak ill of me to others. People can make me tired. Then I thought about how often God must feel this way. And I think I ought to seriously consider how much I demand of Him and thank Him more profusely for it. And I ought to do my best to listen and obey...the first time He asks. And I should definitely speak of Him with the honor and respect that He deserves, declaring His excellencies and showing that I believe Him to be trustworthy. My patients and co-workers that encourage, support, and thank me make me feel so good about what I do, and I want to have that effect on other people and on God. He is so good and He deserves more praises than I could ever offer! p.s. One way that I would like to show gratitude to God is thanking Him for giving me some amazing co-workers who have been exceedingly patient and kind towards me even when I make a complete fool of myself- such a blessing! | | |
| As a female living in America I too easily forget that the freedom and respect that I have, indeed my life itself, is something that I should treasure because it is still denied to so many women throughout the word. I recently read an article from the Washington Times about the genocide of women in Asia, particuarly India, and it was stated that there are reported to be at least 100 million "missing girls" who were either aborted after an ultrasound revealed their sex or murdered shortly after birth. This statistic alone is devastating, but the consequences of the gender gap that it is creating are equally, if not more, digusting. The truth is that because they are not valued, little girls that survive infancy are often sold by their parents, kidnapped, or abandoned on the streets and end up forced into prostitution with no hope of escape. As the gender gap continues to grow, so will the sex trafficking industry. To be honest, I really am too disturbed and too unskilled a writer to further expound this issue, but I wanted to post enough for you to know to pray and to pray hard. If you would like to read the full article, which I would recommend, go to http://www.washingtontimes.com/world/20070226-124608-6785r_page2.htm. | | |
| Today I was reading a magazine at Borders that had an article about green tea with an amazing claim in it. According to one study done in Japan, people who drink at least a few cups of green tea per day actually have "a decreased death rate". Wow! I knew it had antioxidants and what not, but I didn't know that it could actually make you immortal! Drink up, my friends :) | | |
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