The Whimsy... Part XII

Concluding the present personal series of posts (see the introduction and first entry here).

The First Day of Spring 2012
Age 25, Burnaby

The birds are squawking a good deal outside. It's fairly bright out. It is such a treat to be able to see outside. I think it's the best part about staying here [housesitting at my parents']. It's also nice to have space. The only downside to that is realizing you forgot to make coffee for the next morning and you've already burrowed into bed. Then you have to consider tearing yourself away from your warm cocoon-refuge, trampling all the way upstairs, turning on myriad lights as you go, preparing the coffee, pummeling back downstairs (not forgetting to turn off all the lights), and then repeating the process of burrowing for warmth (for it is deathly cold in the basement). I know what your solution would be of course - seize the opportunity to give up coffee! Ah but I am the dedicated sort - dedicated to whatever finds favour in my eyes. I cannot easily be put off by a little cold or distance when it comes to things I appreciate.

Tsuki woke me up at 5:30 this morning, as she has every morning since we've been here. Her scrambling-around noises alert me that she is awake and needs to go upstairs and outside to use nature's facilities. I get up easily, for the alternative is her using the carpet in the house in loo of the grass outside. But gee whiz, she doesn't need to amble about outside for ten minutes, sniffing this and that, circling every bush, pretending she doesn't hear my increasingly insistent calls of her name to come inside! The stinker. Here I am at 5:30am at the sliding glass door, tired and cold, waiting for a stinky dog I don't even know very well who shakes out her liquid medicine all over me... I thought about being called out of my pleasant slumber years down the road when it's the sound of a baby fussing instead of a mere dog and concluded that I won't spin into such a tizzy in that circumstance because I will love my child, it will be my own. Right?

I'm hesitant to take the next steps toward applying for the teaching program. It's so much work, such a commitment of time. Everyone thinks I should do it. I must think of the kids. I love the kids. Rest assured that our aim is not to keep up with the standard of living of [so-and-so], et al. There is the reality, however, of needing a bigger abode for the housing of infants in the future. Do I need a cabin and a boat and spare rooms and fancy fixtures and hardwood flooring throughout? No I don't. Would I like to make more money so as to pay off student loans and my car and support missionaries as they spread a passion for the supremacy of God in all things for the joy of all peoples in Jesus Christ? Yes, please; I want to be a part of that.

I need to more often purposely remember all the great things God has done. It dismays me so much to read of the children of Israel so quickly forgetting the plagues, those walls of water on either side of them, the water-made-sweet and manna, then saying, "As for this Moses, we do not know what has become of him". Isn't it wonderful to see how the LORD has developed Moses to be the leader speaking for Him that He wanted Moses to be from the beginning? Now Moses petitions for the people left and right according to God's character and reputation among the nations. Awesome work.

I watched the Elysian spring of a movie -"My Week with Marilyn"- again with Brad. Four hearts have been conquered, now, at least. The last lines are perfect - some of the best that ever ended a movie: "Here's what I remember most: her embrace, her belief in me,and the joy she gave. That was hergift. When I think of her now, I think of that time when a dream came true, and my only talent was not to close my eyes." That is a profound statement. Plus, I've pretty much met Marilyn Monroe you know, since I met Robert Mitchum, who knew her. Yep.

Ohhhhh how I desperately long to hear preaching that aims to "make people hungry for God by painting Him as marvelously as possible, showing that He's worth throwing off everything that entangles, worth turning from sin for, worth selling everything you have, and worth dying for". [...]