ode to my little braun coffee grinder: i remember the day we got you, that day that my stepfather decided he wanted to make coffee at home. i must have been in middle school. and i remember the day i went away to college and snuck it into the "take" box without my (non-coffee-drinking) mom's knowledge. you have been a good coffee grinder. faithful and true. probably for more than fifteen years! so who am i to argue that now your wiring seems a little tricky, and i have to play with your plug to get you to work now. talk about getting your money's worth. it's been a long run, coffee grinder, and i have fond memories. thank you. i'll tell my new coffee grinder stories of your faithfulness. :-) here's my sermon illustration for tomorrow (you know i had to rock the tolstoy:) Leo Tolstoy tells the story of three hermits who lived on an island. Their prayer of intimacy and love was simple like they were simple: We are three, you are three, have mercy on us, Amen. Miracles sometimes happened when they prayed this way. The bishop, however, hearing about the hermits, decided that they needed guidance in proper prayer, and so he went to their small island. After instructing the monks, the bishop set sail for the mainland, pleased to have enlightened the souls of such simple men. Suddenly, off the stern of the shop he saw a huge call of light skimming across the ocean. It got closer and closer until he could see that it was the three hermits running on top of the water. Once on board the ship they said to the bishop, “We are so sorry, but we have forgotten some of your teachning. Would you please instruct us again?” The bishop shook he head and replied meekly, “Forget everything I have taught you and continue to pray in your old way.” this morning i sat in my car in kemah and thought literally, i feel a little edgy. everything is just intense right now, relationships, work, what to do with the church plant, family. and i feel so unfailingly alone in so much of it. (i wanted to cry this morning when i still didn't have water in my apartment ~ my water heater exploded into my downstairs neighbor's kitchen thursday night in the middle of the night, apparently there were inches of hot water...and that's not EVEN considering the person who hit my car in the toys'r'us parking lot today and didn't wait or leave a note at all, god bless them) i talked a number of times to a friend, resolutely not saying a word to him, just talking about work. i met with him this afternoon and he turned around and said, 'your voice tells me that you are a little edgy...' being well-known is an overwhelming gift. i want to yell at my downstairs neighbor; his music is SO LOUD that i can feel it in the floor in my bare feet just sitting on my couch. at 10:30 at night. it's not my fault that my water heater leaked into your apartment. grrrr. and he particularly likes techno. what's a girl to do? i don't want to be "that bitchy woman upstairs." but for reals.Tags: apartments, update
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