Soooo... I left Kansas City Wednesday morning. I spent a day in Lexington, Kentucky. Now I'm in Pennsylvania. Here are a few observations from the last few days:
- Before buying a bunch of groceries for a roadtrip, check to make sure your traveling companion isn't also buying groceries. Or you might end up with three bags of food for two people- including three bags of mini carrots enough dark chocolate to feed a whole women's conference.
- When you're at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, before bending over with your butt in the air rubbing lotion on your legs, check and make sure there is not a car-full of men watching you first. It can create a potentially embarrassing situation otherwise.
- As ridiculous as I look trying to do a cartwheel, six-foot-nine men look even sillier.
- No matter how good guys tell you Wafflehouse is, don't eat there. I almost threw up after breakfast there. (Sorry, Jaron)
- I think if you knocked me out and transported me to West Virginia, when I woke up I would totally know I was in West Virginia. There's just something about the place.
- Sleep is overrated. Sometimes.
- Guava makes juice super, super sweet.
- John 9 is a flippin' sweet chapter.
- The Bible on CD can be very entertaining. Especially when all the characters get different accents.
- Glasses can be fixed with a straightened staple. If you stick ice in a QT cup (with a lid) it keeps your cooler cold without melting water on everything. T-shirts look cool if you cut them up a bit.
- Two people my size can definitely sleep on a twin mattress.
- Jockeys are very small people and horse races only last about a minute and forty-four seconds. And betting is apparently the reason you go to horse races.
- Saving people from scams is my new ministry. I have already saved two almost-victims this week. (But only because I was scammed out of three thousand dollars last summer. Oh yes.)
- Bourbon & Toulouse is where its at in the way of Cajun food in Lexington, Kentucky. Good luck finding it, unless you're with a native.
-Being in constant pain sucks. Apparently I need a 24-7 reminder that my body is a temporary tent for my eternal soul.
- The Holy Spirit and adrenaline are somehow linked, because my body starts freaking out every time there's a story be told of what Jesus is up to.
- It IS entirely possible to overcome claustrophobia of the feet. When I first started sleeping in the mummy sleeping bag I got for Christmas (thank you Grammy) I would kinda get anxious because my feet felt trapped. But after countless nights in my bag, I am almost over my paranoia. I still always untuck the sheets at the bottom when I sleep in a bed though!
>>> I'm sitting in the hallway outside our hotel room at the Holiday Inn. A few traveling buddies are inside sleeping away. I want to be sleeping. Really I do. But more than that I want time alone with YOU, Lord. Usually the desire for sleep gets the best of me, but for some reason tonight is different. I probably look like a freak... I just got out of the shower and I didn't even bother to comb my hair. Super attractive.
I already got a funny look from the hotel front desk dude earlier tonight when I came traipsing through the lobby in my bare feet with a large cup from QuikTrip in search for the ice machine.
But I hate wearing shoes. And funny looks from people just make me laugh. More and more I am learning to embrace awkward moments. Which is probably good since they seem to happen to me more and more frequently! The more I read the gospels, the more I realize that You had Your share of funny-awkward moments too :)
I can't stop thinking about two women in Kentucky tonight. One is a office assistant in Lexington. She's about to get married, and I know, Lord that You're aching for her to enter into covenant relationship with You. Another is a student in Richmond and her boyfriend just broke her heart. And I now You're is aching for her to let You draw her into the Kingdom of Love. I just keep thinking You want them, You want them.
Aaaahhhh. It's good to reflect on life. It's good to be still and take in all the things You've walked me through these last few days. I'm always so quick to process the hard stuff or the deep stuff with You Lord, but I think You like hearing about all the little funny things too. Life is adventurous because You've made it that way. I'm glad You're funny. And I'm glad You want to be a part of every little detail. I sat down tonight with the intention of writing to You something deep and spiritual... but here its You and me alone in the hallway of Holiday Inn in Harrisburg, PA. And this is intimacy. Me getting in the secret with You. YES. This is it. This is why You wanted me to come out here tonight. Not for some earth-shattering revelation of holiness doctrine or something like that, but for the sharing of life. Friendship with God. This is part of what that means, eh? I like You, Lord. I like You a whole, whole lot.
glad you wrote again.
ReplyDeletemiss you.
and, p.s.,
i love staying in hotels.