Joel and I got back from Grand Rapids, MI yesterday. I know, I think it's random too. Our friends were playing a show at Calvin college and we all just decided to take a mini-roadtrip.
I feel like all of the midwest looks the same in the winter. Come on, Spring, get over here!
It's going to be a crazy few days of editing photos and getting my business together, on top of which Joel and Alan have are having a dinosaur birthday party this Saturday. My gift to Joel was going to be making a cake from scratch, but then I realized two things: 1, I've never made a cake from scratch and it might not be a good idea to feed my first attempt to a whole party of people. 2, There are about 20 people going. That's a lot of cake for someone who doesn't even own an electric mixer. So I decided to make the icing and use at least 2 boxed cakes. Is that pathetic? I guess I want to be more prepared and well practiced before I share my "baking skills" with all of our friends.
I really wish I was a great cook/baker. I've never really had the opportunity to learn, but it's something I've always wished for. It goes along with my dream of being a graceful, kind, good-at-all-things-domestic wife. I'm working on it.
It's continually occurring to me that I shouldn't expect strong interventions of the Holy Spirit or huge messages from Jesus unless I'm listening. I'm not saying that He can't surprise me when I'm busy with my own selfishness, but it's more of my way of saying that I'm not really a good listener sometimes, that I don't really look for ways that He's working until I look back years later and realize how blind or ungrateful I am. It's not so much a depressing thing, because I'm excited to actually turn my ears and eyes on again, to be in constant communication with Him throughout the day and to really realize His grace and presence at the end of each day.
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