I wish I could tell you when we're going to be out of town, but land sakes, my record player is a hot commodity.
Telling people when we're not home = Someone's going to steal it
All joking aside, Tim and I spent the week in Guatemala with a team from our church and a few others.
How about seven? How about a million?
Amazing. Inspiring. Humbling. So very much fun.
The list continues.
They are, as Jonathan Safran Foer would say, stories the mouths can't tell fast enough.
It's a beautiful country. Really.
I came home and almost immediately set to work. Writing. Cleaning up This Space. Cleaning OUT my Google Reader.
And then I was just stumped.
I got stuck.
So, here I am in my pink and white polka dotted p.j.'s with a belly full of take out and a clock that reads well past 1am. Struggling to get It All down.
Tonight, I realized that I just keep waiting for lightning to strike. Some wave of inspiration. Some magic light bulb moment that will help me convey the whole rip, the whole story in just the perfect light.
And I don't think that lightning strike is ever going to happen.
This is what I know so far.
Tim and I are called to lead a simple life. I'm not saying I don't want a new camera...a new ipod...the list goes on.
I'm just saying that I went to get a new cell phone (I was due for an upgrade and having technical issues with my old one) and the choices about knocked me down.
Us Americans? We love our toys. I ended up with A Little Guy, and I actually love it. He is not “smart.” There is not an app that will tell me how much plaque is on my teeth or when we need to buy bread.
But he keeps things simple, and right now, we're really into that.
This trip opened our eyes to things like simple living, further missions work, and international adoption.
In all honesty, no one should give 2 craps about what we wear. Pardon my language. But for realz, ya'll. I am guilty of this. I am guilty.of.this. There was a point in time this week where all I really wanted to do was go home and paint my toenails. OPI's Bogota Blackberry, to be exact. What this says about me, I'm not sure.
I'm kidding. Kind of.
I'm not going to tell you that I came home and shut off our cable and quit wearing make up. I'm not. I'm not going to tell you that I threw my Favorite Coach Clutch out the window or that I donated my car to The Goodwill.
But I am going to tell you that as a society and as a community of believers, we are not doing enough to help people in poverty, and we need to do better.
Isn't that just what you wanted to hear on your Saturday Night? That you are not doing enough?
Ha. My apologies for the abruptness, but not for the message in general.
I better get off this soapbox lest you see up my aforementioned pajamas.
I saw Guatemala...you saw London, you saw France, you saw...well. Nevermind.
Love and enough for now,