An bit from my friend Grace's blog...(a quote from a quote. Awesome. Seth will love it.)

Simplicity is part of what it means to be a follower of Christ. Foster ends the book with statements that make tomorrow worth well worth living for, whether you are living cross-culturally in Africa or waking up in an American bed: “The joyful paradox in all this is while simplicity is complex it is also simple. In the final analysis we are not the ones who have to untangle all the intricacies of our complex world. There are not many things we have to keep in mind -in fact, only one: to attentive to the voice of the true Shepard. There are not many decisions we have to make -in fact, only one: to seek first his Kingdom and his righteousness. There are not many tasks we have to do -in fact, only one: to obey him in all things…Jesus invited people to share his yoke, adding that his yoke is easy and his burden is light. Our only task is to keep in step with him. He chooses to direct and leads the way. As we walk step by step with him, we soon discover that we have lost the crushing burden of needing to take care of ourselves and get our own way, and we discover that the burden is indeed light. We come into the joyful, simple life of hearing and obeying.”

Yesterday I made two purchases that I am fairly convinced improved the quality of my life:

1. Arrested Development Season One on DVD.

2. 450 Count Egyptian Cotton Sheets.

I am enjoying both of them right now.

Ah :)

Recovering when things are lost. ...

I had a realization last night.

I'd lost my dancing shoes.

Not literally of course. I will dance in any shoes, even if that mean turning my ankle repeatedly in really high heels on a stage in front of a few hundred people. (Yes that actually happened a few months ago. I think it was my most embarrassing moment.)

But last night a little crew of us went to a concert, which as a side note was really entertaining. There was the strangest man who was the singer for this band, "Panther" that opened up for Architecture in Helsinki. While he was singing and dancing (imagine continuous Elaine from Seinfield dancing), my new friend Steve and I were deliberating if he was on drugs...or needed to be because he was crazy. (Which brought up a point that I should explore in another blog - why do we pay lots of money to see musicians wig out on their drugs on stage?) But - then I realized that he was a little crazy, but also feeling so free to dance and be silly and enjoy himself. I was determined to find that place as well, despite a long week at work and my whole body and emotions being exhausted. So as Architecture in Helsinki came on I tried to find my dancing shoes...only to realize that I had shelved them at some point in the past few years, so that I had more room for "sensibility" and "maturity". Yuck. I've become boring I think. At least I'm bored with me in that sense. :)

I've decided I want to be the old woman who is always laughing from the belly...not afraid to dance in ANY sceanrio...and lives life with richness and fullness and constant adventure. I can't believe that I already let some of that die in me in my mid-twenties!

There's more than this.

Thank God there's more than this.