E's new favorite thing to say is: "Where did ________ go?"
"Where did Daddy go?"
"Where did woof-woof go?"
"Where did Elmo go?"
This morning at the after-church-potluck someone asked me how old Evie is and I said she'll be two next month. I had to correct myself because I realized that today is February 1st. (And Evie's birthday is less than four weeks away.) So I'm asking myself: "Where did January go?"
I had good intentions for January. Good ideas for good changes. But I got a little lost somewhere on the road between Intent and Action, which is too bad because I had such great momentum coming out of December. That speed got expended mostly by running in circles around the dining table. BKG is fond of saying: "The definition of insanity is doing something the same way over and over again, but expecting to get different results". I am fond of saying: "True that."
I finished reading The Shack. I'm not gonna write you a book review. But when I'm reading and I discover a sentence or two containing an ounce of Truth or Beauty or Both, I like to scoop it up and keep it on hand and sometimes share it with someone I care about. So here you go:
In this story, that's God talking, when she (yes, "she" in this context) says: "...I know it will take you forty-seven situations and events before you will actually hear me -- that is, before you will hear clearly enough to agree with me and change. So when you don't hear me the first time, I'm not frustrated or disappointed, I'm thrilled. Only forty-six more times to go..."
I like that. There's hope in that. And it may very well be that I'm closing in on a few of those "agreements" and "changes". Maybe I've still got thirty more tries before I FINALLY learn to deal with Weakness #587. Or maybe I've only got one more try left before I get it.