Friday, March 24, 2017

Everyday Moments

When I go to sleep at night, my mind literally goes back over the events of the day, chronologically ... but backwards.

I didn't realize I did this until I noticed within five minutes -- and nearing the point of falling asleep -- I was thinking about events that happened in the very beginning of the day.


I'll think about my puppy, following me around when I'm home, and doing this.





Then I'll think about how my husband was painting the entire trellis, and not complaining about it.

And then  I'll think about my son driving me today, and how we both wore camo. (And how we didn't rear end anything.)

It was weird. And enlightening. And a little bit like looking at snap shots, actual photos, of each major event of the day. Even if the major events were really not so major.

And it made me think about how the little things really all add up to big things.

You know how people say that every day goes by and change doesn't really seem an obvious thing, until you look back at the entire year as a whole, and then when we're grasping the entire scene, the whole picture, we see the change.

And the change is huge.

I think this is true. Our lives are composed of little things. And those little things do inevitably end up as big things. It's like weight loss, or weight gain. It's like compounding interest. It's like working on a book a page a day and seeing an entire book read (or written) after many weeks or months.

It's hard to see change sometimes, especially when we want it. Badly. But, that change is happening even if it's slow.

I think God gives this "slowness" as a favor to us, even if we think it's a curse. The step-by-step, slow-as-a-snail pace is truly the only way we humans can cope with anything, though we say otherwise.

Big events, big change, overnight 180-degree-changes, those are hard. Really hard. That can mean death, or life, or moving, or illness. Major stresses. Things we don't want to deal with.

Yet, we beg God to answer our prayers in our time when really, if he's waiting to answer -- fixing the details behind the scenes -- we see it's to our advantage.

He's waiting to grant our request when we can actually handle it.

I joke to my family and friends that the epitaph on my tombstone (or rather my obit in the paper) is going to say "Never Say Never and Timing is Everything." Because, if there is anything I've learned last year and into this year, it's the both of those.

Pride tells me to say "never," when I have no business saying "never" about anything. Ever. Ask yourself next time why you're saying "I'll NEVER do, be, go, have such and such ..."

I asked myself this, too, after I began eating all my "nevers." For breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

My foolish pride makes me say "never." "Well, I'll never drive a minivan." I've said this. I swear I have because I don't like minivans. To me, they're maybe the ugliest vehicle on the planet of vehicles.

(To all my friends who drive them, my deepest apologies).

But come on now. Let's say I had no income, my other car died, I had no money and needed a car. What if someone gave me a minivan. Would my pride say no?

It's almost as if the moment I say "never," God will go out of his way to show me how unrealistic -- and how very ungrateful -- I am.

Jesus (Mr. Perfect, mind you) wasn't here on earth to say "never" to anything. He was the opposite of that, in fact. He would always talk to anyone, always heal, always listen, always care, always love. He's still doing that today. So, why am I saying never? "Never" puts limits on everything.

Including blessings.

It's also pride that makes me think I know timing better than my God I'm praying to.

And we all know that can't possibly be true.

But, this is:

It really is. Even if what we're asking for changes, or if we change along the way.

And I really dislike long blog posts. Because most of the time when I'm reading blogs like this, they frustrate me. I want the meat of the story in less than 400 words so I can gain some insight and move along with my day.

I dislike this post because it's too long. Again, my apologies.

The moral of this post? Never say never, timing is everything, and keeping asking for what you want.

Takes care of just about everything in your life now, doesn't it?

-HJS

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Just Say Yes

This year is my year of yes. At least, more yes than no, and more yes's even when it hurts to say yes.

Why? Because cool things happen when one says yes. (Yes to the right things, anyway).

But, I'm serious. You can't imagine the crazy good things that happen when you let go and say yes.

Case in point:

We went to the California Auto Museum here in Sacramento a couple days ago. The coolest little museum with vintage perfection all over the place.

With doors like this, you know cool has to be its middle name.



But, as we left, my husband casually mentioned that he saw "on the news that the train station here was refurbished and reopened and the grand re-opening was today," and should we go?

I said yes. Even though I had a zillion other things to do, I still said yes.

We literally sailed into the building. 
Literally.
Sailed.



Got almost instant up-close (across the front door!) parking, walked into a tour that was starting in a few minutes. And the free coffee and pastries and live jazz was like the most amazing bonus in the history of bonuses.


Train station was gorgeous, by the way. 



All this to say, just say yes. 




With yes, you gain. 
With yes, you behold. 
With yes, even if you're giving, you're receiving. 
With yes, you're allowing gifts to be had your way... ones too good to even imagine.

This little trip was one of those good things.

So, words of wisdom, say yes a little more this year, even if its inconvenient.
You'll find inconvenience disappears instantly as blessings appear more rapidly than you can collect.

-HJS

Monday, January 16, 2017

Bits and Pieces

Ah, the mother's life. For you ladies who work outside the home, I honestly don't know how you do it. My work -- writing, (soon teaching) and selling vintage -- ALL can be done from home.
I'm lucky.

Actually, luck has zero to do with it. I chose these things so I could be with my kids. But, that I CAN do this -- work from home-- is a huge blessing.

Obviously, not every woman gets to choose their working life specifics, due to life's curve balls and what not. But, for the moms who do everything and work outside the house, I'm sure something's got to give.

I was thinking more about this, while I pondered our living room and dining room. It looks pretty clean because my boys don't hang out much in there. I like this. When the rest of the house is a mess, I can always stand here and pretend the whole house looks this spotless.

So, what has to give?

1. An entire spotless house. I guess Cheerios on the floor for many days isn't awful (or the rest of the food I find on it everyday. I could literally feed someone three square meals with the amount of spilled food that I clean/sweep/wash away everyday.) These Cheerios are essentially a snack for the dog, and even for the kids if they can find them.(It doubles as a scavenger hunt, too). See how happy my pup is when she gets to be the vacuum cleaner.


2. Washing laundry loads -- the light clothes and the dark clothes -- together. Woah. Is that even a rule we should break? I think so. In fact, much to my mother's dismay, I break this rule all the time. I'm already way experienced in this!

3. Cooking foods for dinner that I could easily cook for breakfast. While it's wasn't pancakes last time I cooked a breakfast dinner (it was egg burritos, which are amazing), I've got to say, this is such an easy time saver! And I've yet to meet a kid -- or any person actually -- who doesn't like breakfast for dinner.


So, hats off to working (outside the home) moms. The perfect house and home isn't an option, but it can be close (I'm thinking) by cutting a few corners that no one is going to miss.

And for a random bit, I just read this on an awesome social media app called Litsy, which is strictly for book lovers -- write reviews, find books you want to read, hang with other bibliophiles. You should check them out

Anyway, saw this pic in my Litsy feed. Read it! ↓
Did you know? How amazing. Looks like a great book about random bookish things written by Jen Campbell, called The Bookshop Book. I think I need it!

Have a great week, all.

-Heather



Friday, November 11, 2016

Autumnal Changes

Every single time I tell myself I'm going to write at my blog more.
 And every single time I don't.

Regardless, my sis reminded me that I had a blog, and I realized I hadn't said hello for three months; for 90 days; for roughly 2160 hours!

A lot transpires in three months.

And an exceptional amount has transpired in the last few days.

Here's a small rundown.

It's Fall! Glorious glory. Better weather, perfect season for the most perfect layered clothing, best time of year.

When my neighborhood looks like this, how can I not love it more?


The trees look like this:




We look up and see more of this!




We drink more of this (Well, I drink the coffee any time of year, but I'm not sweating while drinking it hot now. So hey!)



A very unforgettable election and voting process just occurred.
My dog's face ↓ pretty much depicts how I feel.
About both candidates.
Note the blue and red in the blanket.
(And note how well they go together!)
I feel lost actually.

I didn't like either candidate, so I don't feel like
I fit in anywhere right now.
I have good, good friends on both sides of the aisle.
I love all of them.
I care much about them.
And I hurt when they hurt and rejoice when they're happy.
BOTH sides.

Even though I have my opinions, and I'll tell you who I voted for if you ask,
I still feel sorrow. Sorrow that we're divided. 
Being a pacifist isn't very popular, and probably impossible to maintain,
but sometimes that's all I want.
I want us all to be on the same page.

But, I will continue to love. And will I continue to hope.
Because with God, all is possible.

It seems right that an election takes place in Fall. It's the old, dying away,
preparing to bring in the new.
Good or bad, change is hard.
But change, and hardships, are what make us stronger.

And that is the goal. To be a better version of us, with every trial
or triumph we encounter. And I believe good will come from this change.

So, this is what I'm focusing on. Still. Because I believe in this. ↓