Wednesday, November 10, 2010

I Am Home

So I've been home for a couple of weeks now, and as usual, don't maintain this blog once I get comfortable in my wonderful cozy home. Plus, I don't have internet or tv at my house, so really my already minuscule technology skills go down the tube.

This is a note to self- when air outside is cold, it is rainy and you feel like warm delicious food will make you feel wonderful, this is actually a lie. Do not eat the dining hall enchiladas just because they look warm and yummy, they are not. Stick with the cucumbers and rice, as usual, when dining with visitors on campus. Your face doesn't hide your disdain, and your acting skills are sub par, remember this or face the consequences of yet again eating unsatisfying food.

Since being home it has been a whirlwind of chaos. So busy, every day, every hour. I feel like I've been running a marathon for the last three months and I'm ready to tag someone else in. Let's pass the baton off before I chuck it at someones head. I can't complain too much though, the hustle and bustle of home has been refreshing and are usually fun activities. I did get to dress up for Halloween, as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Even as a grown adult, I still enjoy dressing up in costumes. My goal for next year is to get a group of us to do a group themed costume. Like the cast of The Office, or Glee, or as Natalie suggested, Clue. How fun!
We have also decided to instill a new event into our monthly calendars. The Potluck Game Night. This night will be consisting of games and a potluck. Whoa. Novel. :o) So last game night, I hosted at my place and prepared the main course, which was soup. I made both from scratch, Coconut Curry Butternut Squash and African Spicy Peanut Soup, I was very please with the flavor of both and from the no left overs I assume everyone else also was pleased.
I've also had 75th Birthday parties, more school visits, football games, wedding receptions, dinner dates with friends, and to come in this next week are- salon anniversary parties, Girls night, our campus preview weekend and a trip to Idaho for three days, a Birthday party/Going away party in Sunriver and the following week is another Birthday outing and Thanksgiving. Love the Holidays!

I don't who reads this, which really sometimes I wish I could stalk and see, because I'm like that but if any of you are young women and want to join a Bible Study, some friends and I are starting a new Beth Moore series the first week of December. We've decided to actually keep one consistently going on once a week, just rotating through different books of interest. The first of which will be Loving Well by BM. Just let me know, we'd love to have you.

One of the weird thoughts that crossed my mind today, really randomly, was hell. I think it was because I saw something on facebook about someone who passed away who to my knowledge did not have a relationship with Christ and it just really registered what that meant for them. Now, I truly hope that I am wrong for this person because if not then they are in hell. It's like I know I believe there is a heaven and a hell, and I know I believe an individual goes to one or the other. I also know I believe there is only one way to Heaven, and that is through the blood of Jesus Christ. But then, I forget. I forget about hell. To be specific, I forget that people I know go to hell or will go hell. People I know. Now that hits home. The Great Commission takes on a whole new meaning when I think about the alternative as literally being hell. Now, I've never been there.... I've had some conversations that I thought came close, but I've got to assume its pretty wretched. An eternal hellish conversation in a pit of fire. Or eternally listening to aweful music, in a pit of fire. You can pretty much add anything as long as it ends with "in a pit of fire." Eating fried chicken and biscuits stuffed with honey butter forever, in a pit of fire. That last one may or may not be one of the worst days of my life, turns out I have a sensitive stomach that doesn't like bread, butter or anything fried....

Anyway, I was just thinking about that and wanted to write it down. Probably more as a reminder to myself then anything. Really we should all be walking around with this in the back of our minds. How we act and live our life should reflect Christ, how we treat and love others, ultimately should reflect Christ, and the words we choose to leave others, should be reflecting Christ. I don't think I'm called to be a missionary, but I do have a mission, just as we all do; and personally, I would like to know that the people I know are not in hell but rejoicing in Heaven. I have always said that my first day in Heaven, I don't want a tour and I don't want to be adorned with crowns, I want to sit down and have a coffee with Christ and those I love who got there before me. I'm hoping that when I look at that table filled with coffee cups and faces, I don't look around and wonder why someone isn't there.