Friday, June 28, 2013

Smile!

                                                                                                                                 

"Smile"
                                                                                                            

           I'm really diggin' this song by Uncle Kracker lately.                  No reason other than it makes me smile! I love the lyrics.                            How can you not smile listening to this!                      (Pictures courtesy of my mom, brother, and friends!  Click on each picture to view our true silliness!)



You're better then the best
I'm lucky just to linger in your light
Cooler than the flip side
Of my pillow, that's right

Completely unaware
Nothing can compare to where
You send me, lets me know that it's okay
Yeah, it's okay
And the moments where my good times start to fade

You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed
Sing like bird, dizzy in my head
Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night

You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile

Even when you're gone,
Somehow you come along just like
A flower pokin' through the sidewalk crack
And just like that
You steal away the rain, and just like that

You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed
Sing like bird, dizzy in my head
Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night

You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile

Don't know how I lived without you
'Cause every time that I get around you
I see the best of me inside your eyes
You make me smile

You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild

You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed
Sing like bird, dizzy in my head
Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night

You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile
(Oh, you make me smile)
Oh, you make me smile
(Oh, you make me smile)
Oh, you make me smile

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Saturday, June 1, 2013

What's In Your Garage?



Seeing that I recently moved, my garage holds not just my car, but other documents, equipment, boxes, and memories.  There's probably a few things considered "junk" in there, but for the most part, I use everything that's in there at some point.  For some people, men especially, a garage is a place to get away from everything and "tinker" on projects.  And yet others use their garage as an extra room in the house like a bedroom or a gym!  Life and it's experiences and ideas are all a matter of perception, in my opinion.

I was recently in a car accident.  Thankfully, I was the only one in the car and holy moly did reality set into place when that happened.  You see, I don't remember anything about the car accident that caused my paralysis.  I had heard stories from the one driving of the sounds and feelings she felt, but I could never relate.  Now I know exactly what she's talking about!  It's not fun in any way, and if I dwell on those sounds and memories, it can be deadly.  It's not a matter of me accepting what happened or not.  It's just a matter of it brings me back to when I became paralyzed and connects the two accidents in some way.  The hardest part was that the accident that happened on April 28, 2013 was not my fault but negligence of the county for not marking a drainage ditch on a mountainous road among other factors.

It happened on the same day I was to live out one of my dreams - playing violin in the Ahwahnee Hotel in Yosemite National Park.  Nothing was going to stop me from fulfilling this dream of 14 years.  I called 911 immediately (which by the grace of God, my cell phone landed to the left of the steering wheel on the dashboard after flipping twice), but all I could think about was "No!  Not today of all days!"  I knew immediately that Satan was trying to attack me again and wants me dead.  Ever since I moved up here, I've had to have my spiritual armor on at all times.  As I was pulled out of my car - all dressed up for the concert - glass, blood, grass, broken parts of the car... it all came with me....  all I could think about was getting to that concert. I had EMT looking me over, police talking to me, the tow truck driver telling me where they were taking my car, another person is gathering things out of my car... oh my, it was chaos.  I was not given a chance to adequately speak with the police about what happened, and I was so shook up that I didn't know what exactly had happened other than my car was severely damaged and I was alive.  I kept repeating over and over to everyone that I had to get to this concert.  I can't miss it!  Thankfully, I had left more than enough time to get there, so I knew I could make it to the concert.  No one understood my passion and intensity for getting there.  Afterall, this isn't my first "rodeo."  I've been there, done that as far as car accidents are concerned, and I knew I was fine (in comparison to the one I became paralyzed in that was not my fault either).  I did end up with a major concussion and a seat belt burn, but it wasn't enough to stop me from at least playing a portion of this concert (though I was mad that the beading on my favorite shirt had been damaged by the seatbelt.)  And no matter what anyone else says, I'm happy that I made it there with 15 minutes to spare and was able to play the first half!  Nostalgia was everywhere as I took everything in while trying to ignore the pain I was also in.  I couldn't believe that just 3 hours prior, I was in a double roll over car accident, totaled my car, and managed to get to the concert in time.  Praise God for my tenacity and focus to push towards my dreams and turn them into reality as well as His protection over me that day!

So for about two weeks, my garage was missing a major part of why garages are attached to houses - a car!  It was definitely hard at first not having a car, and my garage looked so empty without it.  I didn't know when I'd get another car or what the future held, but I wanted to be able to fill that space.  Eventually, I was given a rental car.  It was temporary, though, and it was too big for the garage.  I mean, it fit, but I couldn't get around the car after getting out, so I had to leave the garage door open before I could shut it so that I could go around it to get into the house!

Garages are a lot like relationships and/or experiences.  Each relationship has memories - good and bad.  We take what we like about each relationship, store it in a box and save it in either our memory or mementos in our garage.  Other times we collect or save "junk" from our past relationships, and eventually you don't even have space for another relationship because you haven't cleaned out the crap in your garage!  Or sometimes, we try to fill that empty space in our garage with another "car" - another relationship - to temporarily fill that hole.  But when you get down to only keeping what you really need in your garage, saving the positives from each relationship and getting rid of the junk, eventually you'll find someone who will fit perfectly in your garage, in your life.

If you speak in a metaphorical sense of your garage being your thoughts, emotions, and memories, some never want to enter into their garage or would never want you in their garage!  Though we laugh, it's really not all that funny.  I believe in talking through things, especially from the biblical sense of Ephesians 5 of not going to bed angry with someone.  People oftentimes use their "garage" as a place to store junk like drinking, bad habits, pornography, escape into another place, isolate, or forget about reality and life all together.  They hurt people who have treated them well, they are focused only on what they have to, and the reason being is that they don't have any room in their "garage" because they really haven't unpacked it, gone through it, and thrown away all the garbage that is in their mind and hearts - leaving no space for anything else that could possibly be good.  They don't even have room to put a car in their garage!

I was recently told to put someone "on the shelf" and wait awhile.  I told her, instead, I'm putting this person in the garage because that's where men belong.  But the more I thought about it, it's where I keep things that are things I'm either going to keep forever or eventually throw away.  To have him on "the shelf" in my house is too close, too personal for me right now.  So to have him in the garage is a safe place for me.  In the garage, I know I have an option of later keeping him and the great memories I have or throwing it all away and making space for whoever the right person is.

Anyone is welcome into my garage - literally and metaphorically, but know that you may not stay there forever.  Only a few make it into the house and either to the shelf or on my nightstand that I hold onto forever and hold dearly to my heart.

Take inventory as to what's in your garage.  Do you use it appropriately?  Do you fill it with junk that is useless and outdated?  Have you used it as a place to escape from reality?  Do you put things in there temporarily to fill the space?  Do you ever throw things out?  Are there things in your house or on your shelf that belong in your garage instead?  Or, are there things you've placed in the garage that now need to be taken out and proudly displayed?

............  What's in your garage?  Think about it.





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