Monday, September 17, 2012

Loverly

Today I started my new job "like a lady in a florists shop." I'm Eliza Doolittle and George is my Henry Higgins, finding the gig for me and grooming me for the position. Only George isn't a selfish prig. He actually found the job for me when he went into the "florists shop" (as we will henceforth refer to it) to get me some flowers. While he was there he inquired about whether they were hiring. They didn't have the position posted, so it was mine for the taking. And I took it (after George helped me write a resume and boosted my morale out of mid-life crisis lows to just enough for me to stop in and give someone the resume. I was quite surprised the following day to be called in for an interview for that afternoon and to be given the job on the spot with no references or real proof of anything). I keep being told I have this winning personality by employers up here. I can tell y'all that because you are in on the joke. I'm really just a Southerner. I'm totally normal where I come from. But up here, I'm a superstar (read that last word the way Molly Shannon would say it if you don't mind). I actually tried to post something about homesickness the other day, but was unable to. I think it was Divine Intervention. Basically, it just gets a little lonely being the friendliest person around. But I don't want to complain which is why I'm glad the post wouldn't publish. I have learned that complaining doesn't just effect me. Like, I always thought that I probably shouldn't complain, but that it was only hurting my own personal journey of sanctification (or something). But now I realize that that complaining just brings everyone down. I think it took me being around people who complain more than me. More than me? Whoa. Scary! Anyway, I'm a fish out of water up here, but it happens to serve me quite well in job interviews. So I'm now gainfully employed at the florists shop.

And get this-- we have a shop cat! How fun is that?! We also offer the customers hot coffee or hot cider. It's all very cozy. And it is nice to be working for a small business where the owner hired you and would not have hired you if she thought you were an idiot so there are not all sorts of useless, one size fits all rules that make your role as a customer service agent impossible. Also, when you just look at all those buckets and buckets and buckets of flowers, it makes you so happy! (Except alstroemeria. I will never stop hating alstroemeria.) Mostly so far, I have just pulled off thorns and superfluous leaves from flower stems and attached cards and flower food to arrangements- ooh! and I made a delivery! But I've also only worked one five hour day. I'll let you know how it goes.


Friday, September 14, 2012

Happiness is...

flipping on the TV right before Ferris Beuler sings "Twist and Shout." Have that kind of day!

Thursday, September 06, 2012

Notes in Her Lunchbox

School has started and we're doing pretty well for the most part. A new school is always a nerve wracking undertaking. But Elspeth Peace is LOVING her some kindergarten! I knew she would eventually. I am delighted to see that she is actually conscious that she loves it and eager to go at every moment of every day- I picked her up last Monday for ballet and she was already cheering " I want more school!" before we even got on the interstate! She loves ballet and she loved preschool, but she would sometimes stubbornly say she didn't. Not so with school, she'd shout it from the rooftops if I'd let her!

Amabel Grace, in her quiet, courageous way, is always up for anything. She internalizes every feeling, so I often worry that she and I will have issues to sort through long into her adulthood (read: I have no idea what ways I am [or life is] daily damaging her). She is such an amazing person. Really. I  don't think I will ever have her poise or grace. She's a class act, that one! But she's also a preteen. And that means, at home, she's moody with a capital M-O-O-D-Y. But again, feelings are internalized, so I have no idea what about. I know we girls don't always have anything we're moody about, but when it's me, as you know, I will tell you all eighty eleven things it might be just so you're clear. She just trucks along, saying everything is fine, but seeming like nothing is. On the other hand, no one but me would notice that, so I shouldn't make a big deal out of it. Adolescence is awful. It just is.

One thing my darling girl struggles with is perfectionism. A lot of us do, I imagine. I recently read a blog post from one of the college aged girls from our church who is serving as a missionary in Africa right now. She and one other girl, neither of whom are yet twenty, are house moms to thirteen African children.  Naturally, the first taste of motherhood has been overwhelming. In a beautifully written post, she addressed each challenge (being a mom to a crying infant, being a mom to a grouchy teenager, being a mom to a sick four year old, etc.) noted her complete inadequacy and responded with "his grace is sufficient." It was really so lovely to read, but I didn't ask her permission to share, so my description will have to suffice. The point is, this little college girl encouraged me about motherhood. And, more importantly, she gave me a way to encourage the girl I am trying to mother, my girl who seems so burdened with her mistakes and shortcomings and imperfections (all mild, mind you) and so determined to be Superlady that she hasn't noticed she already is.

The note in her lunchbox read:
"But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me." - II Corinthians 12:9

I gave her a magnet with it to hang it in her locker. And the rest of the passage will come at a later time:

"For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities [if the doesn't sound like junior high school....!] For when I am weak, then I am strong."
- II Corinthians 12:10

I didn't know who else this might encourage today- who else is feeling lost or inadequate or longing for that thorn in the flesh to leave. I reckon that's all of us! Whatever you have going on, whatever the task or situation before you, his grace is sufficient.

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