Sunday, July 17, 2005

Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this:

To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction,
And to keep himself unspotted from the world.

---James 1:27

Saturday, July 16, 2005

No matter how many times it happens, I am never used to people knowing my name and multiple things about my life when I don't recall even seeing them before. "Oh, you're Odessa, aren't you? And you. . .(etc, etc,.)" I am left guilty as charged, with no clue who the person is.

Is this what it's like to be a celebrity?

Okay, or not.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

If you're eating a peanut butter sandwich, it means that you're lonely.

If it sticks to the roof of your mouth, you're extra lonely.

---Charlie Brown

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

It's a silly tug-a-war between me and myself
Sensibility keeps my feet glued on the floor
But imagination is blowing a breeze through my mind
Lifting my face in a smile
Like a little yellow balloon in a blue sky
That sails away to the unknown world of lost balloons.
Though Logic and Reason confer responsibly together,
Laughter and Humor are amused
Telling each other secrets that make Reason stop to listen
And frustrate Logic, who is not heard anymore.
Another childhood friend has just become a father for the first time.

Congrats on your baby girl, Jonathon!
The old man kept motioning with his hands every time I walked past his table. Though he was in full possession of speech, he insisted on gesturing at me. I'm not sure if he didn't want to talk, or was just giving me a hard time, but how was I to know that his wildly waving arms meant he needed a napkin?
I admit to my blog being painfully silent as of late. Well, as of the last month. I can't say I have any particular reason for the silence. No tragedy, no depression, no vacation, no work-a-holic bouts (a.k.a last summer), and no stupendous happenings that have made me forget my blog. I think perhaps I've just come through a phase where writing to myself was more important than writing to the world, and spending time with my family and my music was more important than spending time with this blogging template. However, I am back. More to come soon...

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand
Conversation concerning me between the journeyman I was working with and another construction worker:

Worker: "Oh, is that your helper?

Derrick: "Yep."

"Wow. I need to find myself a helper like that."

(Laughs) "You'll have to talk to your boss, then. She's my boss' daughter."

"Really? Well, I'd rather look at her all day than have to look at you."

Monday, June 13, 2005

It is the malady of living in a small town for the majority of your life: there multitudes of people you know, but then there are the mobs who think they know you. The younger generation of small town-ers usually fall into two groups; the ones who love the town, marry young, and stay for the rest of their lives, and then there are those who can't wait to "...shake the dust of this crummy little town off my feet and see the world.", in the words of George Bailey. I used to be the latter of the two. I shook the dust off my feet and went to school, rejoicing that I had 'gotten out'. I love my family, and have come back to visit them over breaks, but couldn't have really cared less to come back to the town and the people in it. This has been my general perspective for the past three years, as I have dreamt of bigger and better places to be.

Change seems to be coming with this summer break, though. I don't know that I can fully explain it yet, except to say that I think it comes from my perspective of life and people has changed. The accomplishments one can make in a larger area are undeniable. After all, isn't it the goal of any professional career, to get to the city where all the connections are and climb the ladder? However, isn't the larger picture fulfilling the Great Commission, our true calling as Christians, supposed to encompass every area of the world? Granted, I fully believe that the Great Commission is to be fulfilled through our everyday occupations and activities, but this annoyance or dislike that small town-phobiacs have of too many people knowing them is a sad perspective of an amazing opportunity. Individuals who feel that they know you, and visa-versa, are prime subjects for Christ to impact through you because they generally more available and willing to build relationships. Is this not how Christ impacted and converted those around Him?

I can't say that these feelings or perspectives are fully formulated yet. I also am not saying I am planning on living in a small town for the rest of my life. I have no idea what God is going to put in my path to do. Maybe I am saying, though, that small towns and the people in it don't seem so depressing and stifling anymore. Nothing is really as bad as it at first seems.
"Do you ever feel like a black tuxedo, except that you're the pair of brown shoes?"

---George Cobel, Johnny Carson Show, 1965.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Being a poor student and working my way through college has led me to employment that I would normally never consider otherwise. Though perhaps not the most glamorous, however, most of them have brought at least a good laugh or two. Today brought my next employment adventure on my journey to graduating with no loans. Those of you who know me definitely have my permission to laugh when you read this, but I promise you, every word is true.

This morning I woke up at 6:30 a.m. to work for my father as an electrician. Yes, you read it right: an electrician. Until today I had never done anything having to do with wiring besides turning GFI's and breakers, but my dad needed the help and I needed the money, so I took the job.

First order of the morning was going to the shop where we loaded the vans and I met the rest of the crew. They were friendly (what else would you be to the boss's daughter), but there were some definitely amused looks that were disguised in smiles and handshakes. My dad asked me if I felt out of place, and I told him of course, the reality of the situation is rather hilarious if you think about it.

I went with my dad to the first job, but there was nothing for me to do, so I sat in the van and beat the highest score on the racing game on my cell. On the way to our second job my mom called to make sure I was with my dad and not with some old electrician all by myself. At the next site I learned how to put in outlets, three way switches, and motion detector lights. Discovery 1: stuffing 3-6 wires in one little box is not as easy as it seems. Every outlet or light in your house is only there because some electrician abused their hands and stuffed rebellious wire into the box against it's will. Discovery 2: I am convinced that the people who design motion detectors do not ever assemble them; otherwise they would never dream of putting one together like they do. Discovery 3: why my dad came home every night with new scrapes and cuts on his hands. Electrical work is lethal to hands with a jungle of cutters, knives, sharp wires, drills, wood splinters, and who knows what else is at the job site. My hands lost their lady-like appearance in a matter of 15 minutes.

After swinging home for a bite of lunch, we went around the corner to help one of the crew trim out a house. More light switches, outlets, and three-ways. The contractor/owner of the house commented to my dad, "She's a real go-getter, isn't she?" Perhaps, but maybe 'poor' is a better description.

The day went by much quicker than I expected, and I haven't learned so much in one day since I've been home. I'm sure there will be plenty of amusing things awaiting me this summer as I become an electrician, or something to that affect. Stay tune. . .