The sound of things
So tonight we're at Sam's Club and my dh finally does something I've been asking for some time now. He replaced the speakers on this computer. The old ones had loose wires. Sometimes one would work, sometimes both would work, sometimes I would have to wiggle the wires to get it to play. The sound was ok. Not horrible, not great, but what good does that do you if the speakers won't work when you need them to? So now I have a dandy pair of Bose computer speakers and HOLY RAPOLA, BATMAN you oughta hear Toby Mac blast through them! They are AWESOME!
I also acquired a Michael Buble CD tonight. Now I can hear Moondance whenever I want! I really love his voice. Almost as much as Josh Groban, who could sing the table of contents out of a chemistry textbook and I'd listen.
Last night I was bemoaning the number of decisions facing me right now. And today I was offered a new opportunity. It's another decision, and if I take it, several of my other decisions are automatically made for me. It's exciting, but I am not totally sure that this is what God wants me to do. I need Him to bring a giant confirmation. One that not only says "do it" but also says "all those other decisions will fall out just as I want them to". I want it to be about what He wants of me. I don't want it to be about me chasing after what I want. I don't want to take the desires of my heart for myself. I want Him to give them to me, just as He promises to do if we delight ourselves in Him. And I really do want Him to be my delight.
Tomorrow Sam turns 18. Next month he starts college. Tonight I was looking at a picture of my dad sitting in a rocking chair in Oscoda, Michigan, holding baby Sam on his knee. It occurred to me that the picture was taken just shy of 18 years ago. My parents' first grandchild. How does 18 years go by so fast? Someone once said to me that when it comes to raising children, the days are long but the years are short. This is so true. So many of the lessons of parenting are learned too late. Last Saturday I was shopping with a friend and we saw a woman with a young baby in a sling, wrapped so the baby faced outward and could look around. We both commented that we should have had one of those when we had little kids. I believe now that babies need to be held a lot more than our culture encourages. Those slings and wraps keep baby next to you but keep your hands free. No wonder those things get so much use in other cultures. I should have held my babies more. I just didn't know. Maybe that is why grandparents want to hold grandbabies so much. Because now they know.
Not that I'm ready for grandbabies. I really hope I don't have any of those for a while yet. One of my teammates on the Poland trip asked me what I was listening to once when I had headphones on. I told him it was Toby Mac. He actually told me I was too old to listen to Toby Mac! Too old? No way. I am not too old to appreciate good lyrics and creative rhythms and a blast of the Spirit. Who decided that music has age limits? I like Toby Mac. I like Switchfoot. I like bluegrass. I like Michael Buble. I like Asleep At The Wheel. I like the Beatles. I like Paul Simon. I like baroque. I do not subscribe to age-appropriate music for adults. Music tells you how and where the culture is shifting. It's good to know what's new, as if there really is anything new under the sun. Sometimes you find something you really really like. Sometimes you find something that makes your heart dance and stomp and twirl. Like Whoopsa-Daisy!
We don't dance and stomp and twirl enough. Life is too short to be so pitifully dignified. Or too long...I'm not sure which.
I also acquired a Michael Buble CD tonight. Now I can hear Moondance whenever I want! I really love his voice. Almost as much as Josh Groban, who could sing the table of contents out of a chemistry textbook and I'd listen.
Last night I was bemoaning the number of decisions facing me right now. And today I was offered a new opportunity. It's another decision, and if I take it, several of my other decisions are automatically made for me. It's exciting, but I am not totally sure that this is what God wants me to do. I need Him to bring a giant confirmation. One that not only says "do it" but also says "all those other decisions will fall out just as I want them to". I want it to be about what He wants of me. I don't want it to be about me chasing after what I want. I don't want to take the desires of my heart for myself. I want Him to give them to me, just as He promises to do if we delight ourselves in Him. And I really do want Him to be my delight.
Tomorrow Sam turns 18. Next month he starts college. Tonight I was looking at a picture of my dad sitting in a rocking chair in Oscoda, Michigan, holding baby Sam on his knee. It occurred to me that the picture was taken just shy of 18 years ago. My parents' first grandchild. How does 18 years go by so fast? Someone once said to me that when it comes to raising children, the days are long but the years are short. This is so true. So many of the lessons of parenting are learned too late. Last Saturday I was shopping with a friend and we saw a woman with a young baby in a sling, wrapped so the baby faced outward and could look around. We both commented that we should have had one of those when we had little kids. I believe now that babies need to be held a lot more than our culture encourages. Those slings and wraps keep baby next to you but keep your hands free. No wonder those things get so much use in other cultures. I should have held my babies more. I just didn't know. Maybe that is why grandparents want to hold grandbabies so much. Because now they know.
Not that I'm ready for grandbabies. I really hope I don't have any of those for a while yet. One of my teammates on the Poland trip asked me what I was listening to once when I had headphones on. I told him it was Toby Mac. He actually told me I was too old to listen to Toby Mac! Too old? No way. I am not too old to appreciate good lyrics and creative rhythms and a blast of the Spirit. Who decided that music has age limits? I like Toby Mac. I like Switchfoot. I like bluegrass. I like Michael Buble. I like Asleep At The Wheel. I like the Beatles. I like Paul Simon. I like baroque. I do not subscribe to age-appropriate music for adults. Music tells you how and where the culture is shifting. It's good to know what's new, as if there really is anything new under the sun. Sometimes you find something you really really like. Sometimes you find something that makes your heart dance and stomp and twirl. Like Whoopsa-Daisy!
We don't dance and stomp and twirl enough. Life is too short to be so pitifully dignified. Or too long...I'm not sure which.