It’s August

I love the beginning of the month. I’m not sure why, but I do. I can’t believe it’s already August 5th, though. This morning I woke up thinking that it was October 5th, and that I had missed Gaby’s birthday on the 1st and I was very confused as to what I had been doing for the past two months. Then I realized that it was still only August. I think I got confused because I’ve been having such vivid and strange dreams. I guess that’s what happens when you watch Inception three times in the theaters. Hah. The things our brains come up with…

That reminds me of when I was little and we lived in Crown Colony. My dad and I would always walk down to the Chevron that was right there to get a treat or something. I remember that one time, the girl at the cash register–who of course knew my dad since he went there so much–said hi to me, and she used my name! I was very surprised, because I had never told her my name, so I asked how she knew it. “God told me,” was her answer, and my dad and I left, with me still confused. She talks to God?? I remember thinking to myself. I couldn’t believe it. She seemed so normal. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I asked my dad about it. “She didn’t say God told her,” he had said. “She said Gus told her.” That cleared things up. My dad had told her my name. Silly me.

I always remember that. It’s funny to me that I even had any kind of idea as to who God is. I must have been four years old, and my parents didn’t go to church or anything, so where could I have gotten that from? I guess it just shows how God is always seeking us before we even know who He is. Like in C.S. Lewis’ The Silver Chair: “‘You would not have called to me unless I had been calling to you,’ said the Lion.”

Oh C.S. Lewis, gotta love him. And I’m glad I know who God is now. And that I CAN talk to him.

I Haven’t Forgotten, Daughter

My dad is one of most generous people I know. On top of that, his word is very valuable. When he says that he’ll buy my sister or me something, we know that he will. But sometimes it will take him a while to get it for us. Sometimes, it takes so long that we start to think that maybe he forgot what he had said. For example, my big laptop died, so he told me he’d buy me a new one. It’s not that I’m expecting or demanding a new laptop like a spoiled little brat, but I do remember what he promised, and just figure that he forgot. Anyway, whenever he knows that he’s taking a long time, he reminds my sister and me that he hasn’t forgotten. And he hasn’t, because in time, he gets us what he promised.

He told me that today about my laptop, but this time when he said it, it made me think of us and God. We know His promises because of His Word, but sometimes it feels like He’s forgotten them. We don’t know what’s going on, so all we see is how long something is taking. Today was a nice reminder that, like my earthly father’s, my perfect heavenly father’s word means something, and so much more, too. He never forgets, and He always keeps His promises, no matter how long we think it’s taking.

“The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance. -2 Peter 3:9”

“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. -Hebrews 10:23”

Toilets

Most of my friends know about my love for Home Depot. I love the smell, the big orange building, the warehouse-design, the slightly slippery floor, and the fact that you can find so many random things if you know how to look. Something about big buildings that house various home amenities. One of my favorite sections is the toilet section. I don’t know why, but I really like seeing all the clean, shiny porcelain toilets on display. Ok I know, I’ve reached a whole new weird. I can’t help it.

On a slightly different note, when using a public restroom, I’m the type of girl who commits to her stall. You know those who don’t–she walks into her stall only to find that the person before her didn’t properly flush, so Your Majesty backs out of the stall in disgust and goes to find a flushed stall worthy of her use. I mean, ok fine, I guess I don’t blame her… un-flushed toilets are gross. But come on, you’re using a public bathroom. Your standards couldn’t be too high going in. Well anyway, my point is that, unless my attempts at flushing the un-flushed toilet fail, then I’m staying. One day, however, for some reason, I went against my natural instincts and walked out of a stall that had gone un-flushed and was covered with toilet seat covers. And I’m glad that I did. The girl who ended up using that stall, flushed the toilet, and when she did, water started pouring out. I was in the stall right next to it, and as water started flowing into my section, I hear, “Sorry, careful for the water. There’s an apple in this toilet, so it’s clogging it.” Yeah, there was an apple in the toilet. What the heck? Yeah I don’t know. Good thing I broke my loyalty rule that time. Man.

Another time, I was at the library studying, so it’s not like I was having a great day or anything. I went to use the bathroom, and written on the stall door was “I ❤ RR.” That had to make me smile, because it made me think of how Mehul got all the MANsion boys to start calling me that, since those are my initials.

One thing that sucks about public bathrooms though is when you use the last of the toilet paper, and you come out of the stall to find a long line of girls (because there is always a line) waiting to walk into that very stall that you just used. It’s like, do you warn them before they get in there, or do you just avoid eye contact and let them find out the hard way? And if you do let them know, do you need to explain that you used the last of it, so that they don’t think you didn’t use any at all or something? It’s some tricky business, this public restroom-usage.

And with that, how about a fun toilet fact:

“The average person spends three whole years of their life sitting on the toilet.”