Random Thought Thursday

This morning, I posted “Passion & Pain.”
Then, I realized it’s Thursday.
So, “Passion & Pain” will be posted at 9 am tomorrow.
In keeping with the new RTT tradition.

Random Thought Thursday

on Home
We’re {hopefully} getting our new dresser today.
I’m so grateful we saved some of our gift cards from the wedding.
{They’re coming in handy as we take on new projects & make home more homey.}

on Age
I realized today that I’m only 23.

{BIG shocker, I know. You’d think that my last birthday would’ve tipped me off.}
23 feels really young to me to be having a baby.

on Charity
I’ve started to have a harder & harder time doing what we do at Nomsa. 
Because many of the people who come to serve miss the point –  that it’s never about the food. 
Food, clothes, & shelter don’t even begin to solve the problem of poverty or homelessness. 
It’s a heart thing, it’s a community thing.
The disconnect between my heart & vision for Nomsa and what becomes the ‘norm’

{Because of the indifference of our consumer capitalist culture} 
creates in me a restless discontentment with the way things are.

Here’s a GREAT video on that:

on Community
I talked on the phone with an awesome new friend for nearly two hours yesterday.
I didn’t multitask, I focused on conversation.
And it was fantastic.{Normally, I hate talking on the phone.}
Later when I realized I still had a LOT on my to-do-list, I didn’t feel I’d been unproductive.
I felt I’d been productive, I felt that conversation comforted and restored my soul a bit.
I love how Jesus uses community to restore our hearts like that.

on Pregnancy
Most days I feel huge with this growing belly.
Today, I woke up & forgot, for just a moment, that I had this baby bump.
We found out that our insurance covers home birth. Interesting discovery.
I’m carefully considering the folks that I’d like to present at the time of Baby Roque’s arrival.
{Where ever, whenever that might be.}

on Dreams

I keep having strange dreams.
About sharks swallowing John whole & then his escape through their lungs
{No, I haven’t been watching shark week. We don’t have cable.}
About plays where I’m a main character whose role is switched at the last moment, lines & scenes I’m not familiar with, a costume that I’ve never worn.
About random people I haven’t seen in a long time.
About being in a shower full of spiders.

I’ll end there.
A shower full of spiders is about as random as it gets.

Squeaky Clean.

I’ve gotten a couple of emails asking me how I made my homemade cleaning supplies.

I’m going to be completely honest: I stole recipes from my awesome friend Jen.
{Although, in all fairness, she shared it on her blog, so I think it’s okay.}

I’m actually going to take them from her blog & share with you here.
{Of course, with my commentary & stories. You don’t get far without those.}

But first, let me tell you the story of these cleaning supplies.

A couple of weeks ago, I bought all the ingredients to make them, but {in keeping with my procrastinating nature} hadn’t done it until, well, 10:30 p.m. on Monday night.
I went to brush my teeth, & that was it. I couldn’t look at that shower again. It had to be cleaned.
I refuse to use the chemical cleaners & bleach to scrub our bathroom, knowing the toxicity there.
John willingly cleaned the shower for me, about 6 weeks ago. He’s promised to do it again.
I don’t even want to smell that stuff, though, & how often is he home that I’m not?

See, John & I wear flip flops. Like, a LOT.
Like, our big toes are about an inch away from our other toes because we kinda live in flip-flops.
{Which, I must say, is legitimate since we live in this hellish weather.} This is great.
Except that means the bottom of our feet get dirty & that dirt cakes up on the floor of the shower.
& The shower is my obsessive must-stay-clean-or-I-will-have-a-mental-breakdown compulsion.
{Also, bed sheets. Bed sheets must stay clean, which means our feet must be clean before bed.}
You can see my problem.

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