Monthly Archives: August 2012

Kiss this Blessed Ground

“I bet,” he told me “If you took a group of people from here over there they would just kiss the ground when they got back. We are just so blessed in this country.”

“Really,” I thought “What is so blessed about this place?’ but I answered with a lame “Well every place has its pros and cons. I guess it was hard not to feel cynical. I was watching an eleven year old girl I had spent the last two years mentoring ride a carnival ride with the daughter of the man who struck up a conversation with me.

My little friend was leaving in the morning. Her mom was sending her off for the school year to live with a friend who lived seven hours away. I guess working, going to school, and having a baby with her live in boyfriend had become more important than raising the daughter she already had. What was so blessed about that?

No single riders this particular ride said. Never one to meet a stranger, my little friend found a riding partner and was high in the air while I watched from the ground. “Does she go to such and such a school?’ the dad asked me. “No,” I replied giving him the name of the school she had been attending. “Oh do you know so and so he preceded. After answering no to two different names I apologized saying I hadn’t lived in the area very long.

This, of course, brought on the where are you from question. I told him my parents were missionaries and that I had grown up in Zaire now Congo. He then mentioned something about the Ivory Cost was it near there? I said no Congo is more in the middle of Africa. He then proceeded to talk about how blessed America is. I bit my tongue and waited for the carnival ride to end.

Blessed? last week there was an obituary in the paper of a women who killed her self. Talk on the street said she’d tried before. Last week she succeeded. Last week I was talking to a parent whose son was raped by another boy. The police said nothing could be done because the perpetrator was under the age of 13. The victim’s mother felt that nothing being done had more to do with the fact that one of the boy’s relatives works at the police station. According to the boy’s mother, there are currently six open cases connected with her son’s rapist. She said she just wants to see the boy get some counseling.

I live in a small town tucked in the middle of America’s heartland. People say it is blessed. People say it is so much safer than the city, but I see a lot of hurt and heartache being swept  into a cold dark corner. A blessed country would protect its children. A blessed country would provide a safe place for people to heal.

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Weaving Through the Chaos

I came home to find my kitchen had been moved into my living room: dishes, stove, refrigerator, the works. I suppose one of the drawbacks of having your dad as your landlord is that you don’t get a lot of warning when major construction is about to take place. On the up side, my dad and brother installed a beautiful new floor in the kitchen, and having all the appliances moved provided the ideal time for me to paint. Now just the ceiling is left to do before the refrigerator and stove can return to their happy home, and I can hopefully go back to having a little more order in my life.

Mornings have never been my thing so trying to make breakfast in the middle of a maze of extra appliances has been interesting to say the least. I set my coffee mug on top of what I thought was a stable shelf. It spilled and while I was cleaning up that mess, I managed to dump the sugar canister over as well. What can I say, I’m just talented like that. Thankfully, I had room to maneuver the vacuum cleaner and didn’t manage to spill anything else before making it out the door for the day.

Life can be chaotic. Sometimes it’s little things sometimes bigger things. Sometimes it’s a domino effect that threatens to mess with your sanity. But as the saying goes, things often get worse before they get better just like with my kitchen which now has a fresh coat of paint and a brand new floor. But, it’s not a fun place to be in the middle of all the construction juggling tools and trying to scrub all the paint off at the end of the day. It’s messy and frustrating but then again so are people some days.

It’s work living in the in-between whether that be living in the middle of a construction project or waiting to see where a relationship goes or living in-between two jobs. Uncertainty can throw a person off causing frustration and even anxiety, but it’s a stage, a phase, a little segment of a much bigger picture. Sometimes you just have to hang in a little bit longer and pray you survive.

It will be nice having this remodeling job finished. I’m looking forward to returning to semi-normal life. Although, the whole experience of living in an unfinished apartment is one thing that started this blog see Bucket Head and Camping Without the Stars.

I’m not a neat freak, but I do like being able to find my dishes and make a cup of chai in the morning without having to vacuum half a cup of sugar off the floor. But, after having to live this way for awhile, I’m sure my living room will feel huge once all of the appliances are put back where they belong.

Life and its stages can be quite the adventure but as C. S. Lewis said in his book The Voyager of the Dawn Treader, “Adventures are never fun while you are having them.” While this maybe true, how boring would life be without a little adventure? As long as you survive the adventures, they make for some great stories later on and act as a measure for future challenges that come along. Survive it, and you’ll be ready for the next “fun” challenge that comes your way.

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