Wednesday, March 30, 2011

What's Your Role?

I am enjoying reading Donald Miller's A Million Miles in a Thousand Years.  While I don't necessarily agree always with what he writes, I very much appreciate how he thinks.  He examines everything and thinks deeply and honestly. 

The book talks alot about story and how life is one big story.  I've heard this concept before in some other books (John Eldredge especially), but what I especially liked is a small part about a father creating a role for his daughter in the story of the family.  They were having trouble with her and through conversation decided to write a better role for her to fill.  Long story short, once she found a role within her family that fit who she wanted to be, she didn't feel like she needed to seek out other stories to be a part of.

In the context of story, I had always thought about my own story.  It didn't dawn on me until I read this book, that yes I am a part of a story--but I also need to be writing roles for other people in my life.  And allowing them room to write in my story as well.  I have written roles for other people, but I didn't realize it.  And I now am seeing more clearly that sometimes I have written roles for people that they don't want to fulfill and that's what creates conflict in my story.  (i.e.  conflict in my relationships!)  Sometimes I will have to be firm in those roles--for instance with my children.  They  may not like the fact that they are my kids--but that is a non-negotiable.  But they definitely can have the freedom to grow up and make their own choices of what will interest them, what they will feel passionately about, what they dream--those aren't things that I need to write for them, I need to allow them to discover that.  There must be room in my story for their story too....

Love your neighbor as you love yourself....why does this all seem so familiar?? :)

Saturday, March 26, 2011


So today was our first soccer game!  It was SO COLD!  No joke--had on three layers plus 4 blankets and I was still feeling numb in my extremities!  But at least it wasn't raining!  We tied Marshall and won 7-1 against Paris!  The kids played really well.  Especially #1--that Quinton Ridgley kid :)  3 assists!

Friday, March 25, 2011


1.  When did you last have occasion to march anywhere?
March....hmmm...  Probably the last time I "marched" would have been while I was a teacher's aide at a preschool...

2.  What kind of hula-hooper are you?
Absolutely dreadful! 

3.  What kind of madness is most likely to infect you this weekend?
Soccer madness!  My son's first game is this weekend and it's a double header!  We have commenced to talking about soccer almost all the time right now!

4.  Under what circumstances this past week might you have had reason to shout, “SCORE!” 
This past week???  Ummm... I haven't :(  So sad I know!

5.  When did you last inadvertently dribble, drool, or otherwise let liquid escape your mouth while trying to keep it in?
While I slept for sure...I'm a drooler.  Gross, but true.

Thursday, March 24, 2011


Go ahead, hate me.  I can take it.  But I LOVE Illinois weather. I do.  I love how it changes constantly.  I love how one day you can have your windows open and be wearing shorts and the next day you are turning the heater on and wearing your winter coat.  It is one of the greatest parts of living in Illinois.  I really don't know why I love the changing weather--but I do.  Always have!  So there.  Illinois--I like your wacky weather so just keep it up!

Monday, March 21, 2011


I have that all over kind of hurt going on.  Not physical--emotional/mental.  But it feels physical.  That's why I haven't been writing.  I don't even know how to express myself really.  I can't even really give you specific reasons why I hurt.  I just do.  I'm tired of hurting.  I'm tired of picking myself up and forcing myself to keep moving forward.  I'm tired of dealing with everything that keeps coming my way.  I'm tired of realizing that I honestly don't have a clue to many of the things that I am facing -- I don't have the answers.  And if I'm being really honest, I'm tired of asking God and not receiving an answer.  In some ways I feel like a 2 year old who decides to sit down and is not getting up--I want to shake my fist at God and stomp my feet and say "I'm not moving one more step until you explain to me what is going on."  I'm tired of faking it.  I'm tired of putting on a plastic smile and murmuring the right words.  That's what I'm thinking.  Not pretty I know, but it's real.