Lessons from a bunny

Sometimes when I look at my bunny I think about god and how in his glory and majesty and power that has no rival, he'd create something so cute and fluffy as a bunny :)

Then.. to think that as he'd so lovingly created my bunny, he did so also, and with even more care, with me. 

And it doesn't stop there!  He loves me the way I love my bunny. (and more)  Basically this little guy has no worries in this world.  I love him, take care of him, and give him treats when he's being especially cute.  If I am to god as my bunny is to me, there's no reason to distrust, worry or fear while living under his arms.

:)

signs of the times

over these last recent years, there's been a lot of talk, secular and christian, about the end times.  usually they go unnoticed by me.. but sometimes, when the topic turns up in conversation, i realize i have nothing to say about it. the scope of my theological intelligence measures that of a peanut.  sure there are signs that can easily be doubled against biblical predictions ie. earthquakes and other such natural disasters.  but other than that, i dunno.

there are some signs that i cannot deny though.  not signs of the end times.. but signs of the holidays encroaching upon us!  let me list them to you in bullet point format.

• big spoon's latest froyo flavor is non other than Pumpkin Spice.  YOM
• my supervisors posted the holiday sign up sheet this afternoon.  and so the dilemma begins: work on a holiday and get paid bank.. or spend time with family?  >__<  bahahaha  jk.
• walking home tonight, i smelled FIREPLACE!!  or whatever you call that smokey burn chimney smell.
• i passed up my french landmarks pajama shorts tonight for my flannel moose pants :D
• water is currently rising to boiling temperature as i type, before it is poured into my mug of hot cocoa powder

you see, it is quite evident from the combination of these signs that the holidays here!  

tomorrow, i hope to put up my christmas lights..

stand back: she bites

i live in a house shared by 9 other occupants.  thankfully the only thing i have to share with all of them is the laundry room.  conveniently located in the basement of the house, i rarely make the trip down into the depths of this old house.  i consider myself quite domestically accomplished if i complete a load of laundry a month.  two flights of stairs is no joke and i'd prefer to limit my stairmaster workout as much as possible.

recently, i've noticed that my bottle of purex complete crystals lavender blossom fabric softener has diminished from one entire bottle to little more than a quarter.  what the heck, right?  with my name clearly labeled in blue sharpie on the front of the bottle, i'd assume that people whose name is not deborah would steer clear of my blossomy crystals.  my instincts immediately tell me that someone is using my stuff and i am not thrilled.

you see, as awesome as my purex complete crystals are, don't look at me to share the awesome with you.  they're mine.  and yes, i'm gonna act like i'm in preschool and display complete possessive qualities over my stuff.  don't touch yo or else i'm gonna randomly choose someone else's detergent and pour it down the drain.

wow, you're kind of a jerk.

i think most personality quirks or habits have pointed origins - whether it's imprinting from childhood or past experiences.  i'm definitely captive of the influences of my own history.  living on my own for awhile, i've learned to be defensive, selfish, confident, territorial.. i've got some fighting skills.  in the jungle, you've got to look after your own livelihood after all.  otherwise, you fall prey to cheetahs or rhinoceros.

that sounds a lot like an excuse.

shore.  i wouldn't deny it.  but i think it just makes it that much harder for me to live peacefully among certain creatures.  it's like if someone took me from the wild and dropped me in a zoo exhibit with another hand-picked species of my own, i'd probably eat it in a second.  yomm.  fortunately for the sake of humanity, cannibalism isn't allowed in my part of town.  so i'm forced to adjust.  

i do hope that coercion isn't my primary mode of electing change.  it's funny that after squeezing philippians into my mental RAM, i'm wishing that i never encountered those words - so that i never have to face this battle of spirit and flesh.  it's so much easier to live unchrist-like sometimes.  

many as enemies of the cross of christ.  their destiny is destruction.  their god is their stomach and their glory is in their shame.  their minds are on worldly things.

consequences of that look pretty grim.  i guess the alternative is to be swayed into the decision to live in holiness - with christ as the example.  to learn to exemplify christ-like qualities despite my sin-dripped countenance..  i think i'm praying for a miracle from god to reformat my heart.

i designed you to live in union with me.  this union does not negate who you are; it actually makes you more fully yourself.  when you try to live independently of me, you experience emptiness and dissatisfaction.  you may gain the whole world and yet lose everything that really counts.

find fulfillment through living close to me, yielding to my purposes for you.  though i may lead you along paths that feel alien to you, trust that i know what i am doing.  if you follow me wholeheartedly, you will discover facets of yourself that were previously hidden.  i know you intimately - far better than you know yourself.  in union with me, you are complete.  in closeness to me, you are transformed more and more into the one i designed you to be.

todas las palabras son verdaderas

when i least deserve it

if you are returning to the lord with all your hearts, then rid yourself of the foreign gods and the ashtoreths and commit yourself to the lord and serve him only, and he will deliver you out of the hand of the philistines.  so the israelites put away their baals and ashtoreths and served the lord only.  1 samuel 7

it's kind of like one time when i was about 5 helping my mom set the table for dinner.  i dropped an entire set of bowls on the ground and we ended up having to eat on plates for the next couple days until they were replaced.  despite fatal bowl tragedy, my mom never stopped letting me help her set the table.

grace is something i can define but am still trying to understand.

airport love

oh dears.  it seems that amidst all the hustle and bustle of things around here, i've neglected this little blog of mine.  basically, about a million things have happened since my last story telling event.

most recently has been the send off of my dear mother to the great and magnificent SFO.  forgive me as i'm not a seasoned traveler under any comparison so my enthusiasm may seem a little out there.. but that place is sWeet!!  first, the roadways leading into the central building - most excellent and easy to navigate.  (as were all the roadways germinating outwards away from the airport and onto the freeway).  second, i did not get a chance to explore further, but there's a skytrain?!?  how much for a ride??  third, rows and rows of terminals giving people the possibility of landing themselves anywhere within one rotation of the earth's time.  four, automatic soap dispenser.  toilet, yes.  faucet, yes.  but soap dispenser?!  world class, yo.

this list could continue for quite some time before i run out of trivial details to dote on.  but then, i'd completely forget to mention the moral to this story that i'd come online to publish.

that up there is my mom.  yay mom!  to describe her in 10 words or less, she is the woman i hope to become.  shore, she has some interesting quirks and tendencies and such just as all of us do.  but mostly, i think i'd be okay if i inherited a fraction of her good qualities.

alright SFO, CNY 2012 - we will meet again!!!