1. I just finished book 6 of The Chronicles of Narnia. The Silver Chair was good and one of the movies I distinctly remember watching one Christmas Day when I was younger. I mean, 10-ish. Dad got a beach chair that year and Zach and I got one of those HUGE tins of popcorn (you know...the tri-flavor kind?) and I remember setting up Dad's new chair in the den with the big tin of popcorn by my side to watch Silver Chair that afternoon. I remembered one of the random characters more than the story line (Puddleglum the Marshwiggle), so I've been scouring every new Narnia movie coming out wondering if the character is from that book. Now I've solved the mystery (and thus sleep well tonight, I'm sure). How's THAT for way too much useless info?
2. Speaking of reading, I just finished up Numbers today in my trek through the Bible in a year. That means 5 books down and 61 left to go! While I do love some of the stories in the Old Testament, it does get a little dry at points. I mean, like eating a handful of frosted mini-wheats without a glass of milk in sight. Supplementing with the 66 Love Letters book has been helpful to stay on course....and always seems to know exactly where my mind is. Listen to this quote from the chapter about Numbers (and by listen, I mean read): "And that disappointment will lead you to wonder if you've missed the right road, if perhaps there is a better, more satisfying, less bumpy road through your life. There isn't, not on that leads to real joy. I wrote Numbers to tell you that. The road to life will expose you to terrible failure and crushing conflict. But only that road leads to the life you want, the life I give you." Cool, huh? Remember how I just posted recently that I have a haunting feeling that I've turned down the wrong road in life? Somehow ended up in an alternate reality that shouldn't really be where I am? I've been fighting that feeling off ever since I moved home from Florida......7 whole years ago. After having the same nagging thought for that long, it's hard to not believe it holds truth. Even though it sounds like common sense when I read it out loud, I was so excited to have this Truth strike hot day. I choose to believe this. There is one road for my life and I'm on it....now buckle up because we've hit some turbulence (or something like that).
Other interesting points in Numbers: I got to the story of the talking donkey you always hear about. And it is even a GIRL donkey...so don't go imagining Eddie Murphy's voice talking to Shrek like I did. Also, there is a girl in Numbers named Noah. And a boy named Reba. I had a giggle at both. God commanded a man to be stoned to death by the Israelites. The reason? He was collecting firewood on the Sabbath. Sara and I talked this week about how hard it is to really grasp the reality of our sin in light of God's supreme Holiness. I'm not even close yet.
3. You know when you're about half way through a tube of toothpaste and you hit the air bubble? That's my favorite part. I always find some kind of satisfaction in bursting the bubble.
4. It is rare that I can come on here and not click the 'Next Blog' button at the top of the screen. Anyone else? Sometimes I'll just sit there and click it for 15 or 20 minutes to see what path it takes me on through the world of strangers' blogs. Sometimes it goes the Asian route and I can't understand anything that is typed. Other times I'll click through page after page of stay-at-home-mom blogs with baby updates. Others will be astrological sites, while others still will be focused on quilting and crafting. I'm not sure what makes the site choose how it does but it is a mildy fun (and very free) gamble. And since Shelby can attest to my casino skills...we know that this is a safer bet for me.
5. Who am I kidding? There's no 5. My brain is fried and I'm ready for bed. I promise I have more exciting things planned to post this week. Well, when I say exciting really I mean they involved old stories and pictures....and no other toothpaste commentary. I would be lying if I said I don't feel better ending on an odd number. It's a sickness.
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