Last week a friend came from America and she brought LOTS of gifts from family and friends. It was so fun to get some new running shoes, clothes for the kids, some Christmas gifts for the kids and of course magazines.
I love reading magazines. They are like a special treasure to me. I don't know why! A cup of tea and a shiny new magazine are comparable to a mini-vacation for me!
Anyhow, Peter and I were looking through Sunset magazine together and we read this line,
"Nature's constant presence became so important to me that living in homes with gardens has been a requirement of mine." Page 55 Jan 2009.
Now obviously there is nothing wrong with this. It is a lovely requirement. Just a priority that has never been possible for us.
But Peter started laughing. He said with a silly voice, "Yes, living surrounded by weeds has become a requirement of mine, whether in Mongolia or California, I just must be surrounded by heaps of weeds."
I started cracking up!
This led to lots of sarcasm with a side of complaint! We went back and forth for about 10 minutes cracking ourselves up!
I countered with my own snooty voice, "Oh yes darling, I just must choose a home that looks exactly like a box, the boxier the better!"
We know that we are BEYOND blessed to have two homes to call our own, so we were teasing! Yet, sometimes reading magazines here is a crack up. Sometimes it's a recipe that has four gourmet ingredients, sometimes it's the suggestions for home decor that are impossible here and sometimes it's the landscaping pages.
The landscaping pages I LOVE... I even pulled one out of this Sunset because it was simply beautiful.
Someday, maybe someday. But for now I must content myself to look out at yellow dry weeds, brown dirt, and grey wood that has been beat to death by the frigid Siberian winds.
Yes, today was one of those days. The days when I wonder what in the world I am doing, when I cry into the dishwater as I wash the mountain of bowls and cups. There is something about washing the dishes. My sink faces out to the yard and my back is against the rest of the house and no one can see my face, and the splashing is just loud enough to cover my crying.
Don't worry I don't cry three times a day while washing the dishes! But when I do cry that is where it happens. (Funny in America, I always cry in the shower, but here with my three gallon gravity drip shower; there is just not enough time for that!) I got it all out and threw all my cares on Him because He cares for me. I wiped the dishes while I wiped my tears and then I got on my treadmill and ran.
Now I can face the world again.
How do you deal with your sad times?
3 comments:
When I'm sad, I verbalize all my feelings. Shocking I know but that's how I process my thoughts and feelings. Sometimes, I think it great and healthy to get it all out but there are times when I won't let it go. The Lord is teaching me that I need to talk to Him and leave it in His care and trust Him.
So I struggle with the balance of my words. Sometimes I am sick of my own words.
So that's how I deal with sadness, hurt and betrayal and even happiness, joy and thankfulness. I talk. :)
Sometimes Dad says " bring it in for a landing". I think that's funny. :)
Love you so much!
I write.
♥ loving you
When I'm sad, I tend to get angry. Is that weird? Or I just sob into a pillow with the bedroom door closed and locked. Running is a GREAT outlet for me and I am SO thankful for the time I have each morning. It is THEE stress reliever. I love you, Becca. And I do believe YOU WILL have that garden someday, someday soon. Gardens are certainly attainable and even more so with someone who has the gift of diligence and creativity. xoxo!
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