Posted by on May 7th, 2013  

Looking at the Real

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Last week I shared a new collection of photographs on Write Click — bottle caps, of all things — and wrote a bit about my process (mission, obsession, what have you) for gathering those images.

In working with some of the concepts from Christine Valters Paintner’s new book Eyes of the Heart: Photography as a Christian Contemplative Practice*, I’ve recognized a separate but related challenge with my photography…a sense of overwhelm. It seems the more I train myself to see things, the harder it becomes to not see things, to take it all in.

Admittedly, on the spectrum of overwhelm, this qualifies as the very best kind…cherry blossoms above and below, dancing shadows of leaves, reflections of light on rain-blackened streets.  But even “good” overwhelm can ultimately be depleting.

Recently, I was fifteen minutes into a hike when I realized that the trail that usually takes me an hour was going to take three times that long if I continued at my current pace, stopping every few steps to take yet another photo. I could have simply called it a contemplative photo walk and let go of the need to get anywhere within any given time frame. But I hadn’t been on that trail for several months, and that day I really did want to walk the whole thing. So I enlisted my handy Insight timer app and set it for an hour with interval chimes every 7 minutes. The plan was to walk until the interval chime went off and then stop briefly wherever I was to take a single photo.

Do you have any idea how many perfect photos I had to walk past in each of those 7-minute intervals? Neither do I. And then the timer would go off, I’d look around and see nothing to shoot. Soon, I started playing little games. I’d walk past something I really wanted to capture and I’d slow down, listening for the chime, hoping I was close to the 7-minute mark.  Or I’d “bank” photos so that when I got to the bridge and the rushing water I’d have some shots to spare. It was ridiculous…and oh-so-revealing.

Because, of course, all of this is simply a reflection of how I do my real life. The tendency to become overwhelmed, followed by the attempts to manage the overwhelm. The bouts of too much/not enough/what if thinking that bog me down and keep me from being fully present. I was supposed to be out wasting time for God, engaged in photography and movement as spiritual practices, but instead found myself face-to-face with all my human shortcomings.

Rather amusing, really.

At times like this I take great comfort in these words from Richard Rohr: “we grow spiritually much more by doing it wrong than by doing it right.”  And these: “We do not really know what it means to be human unless we know God. And, in turn, we do not really know God except through our broken and rejoicing humanity….”

Sometimes I make the mistake of categorizing my humanness in the liability column. I attempt to suspend and leave it behind in my quest for connection with God. But if my human self is to know God, isn’t the starting point the recognition that God created me this way on purpose, and the willingness to fully inhabit this imperfect embodied existence? Aren’t these spiritual practices largely about developing the courage and the ability to see myself – all aspects of myself — with undeniable, technicolor clarity? Isn’t this the proving ground for learning to choose compassion over judgment?

If so, then running headlong into myself in my prayer time is not a problem. It’s perfection.

On that trail I was offered an opportunity for true contemplation as defined by William McNamara: A long, loving look at the real. I was given a chance to make a little more space for myself, a lot more space for grace. And in that space I learned to let go of the compulsion to capture all the beauty surrounding me, and to simply let myself be part of it.

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*Watch for our interview with Christine on May 22 when her virtual book tour stops right here at Faith Squared!

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Posted by on April 26th, 2013  

Top Ten Things We’ve Learned in Twelve Months—About Blogging, Websites and Such

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In case you missed it, Tuesday was National Zucchini Bread day. It was also the blog-o-versary of Faith Squared! Thank you to all of our readers, fans, followers, Project You writers, Advent Calendar contributors and, of course, Qrickets. :-) We are grateful for ALL of you, and for everything this year on the internet has taught us. 

Here is F2’s Top Ten List of benchmark educational moments.

10. Never, ever, ever trust a website programmer who answers his business line, “Huh?” and sounds like a 12-year-old who has set up shop in his parents’ basement.

9. In our very first blog post a year ago, we mentioned that we had no idea what the letters S, E and O mean. We still don’t. But, we do know that if you Google Faith Squared, you get us. SEO, conquered.

8. We never expected we would need a degree in Animal Husbandry, but what with PicMonkey, Survey Monkey, and MailChimp on our team, we have found it truly takes a zoo to run a website.

7. Oh Pinterest, how do we love thee? Let us count the ways…6042 to be exact. You’ve never once let us down; you always know the right thing to say (or show, as it were), and there was only that one time when the rumor mill made it sound like we were going to jail simply for fraternizing with you. It was a risk we were willing to take. You’re beautiful, and we heart you.

6. Both iterations of the Faith Squared Advent Calendar have surprised us in different ways. The first time, that we could pull it off at all; the second, in the number of talented people who were so excited to be part of it with us. If the third time is indeed the charm, we can’t wait to be surprised.

5. We’ve tried to figure out how Facebook works. Really. We’ve tried.

4. We’ve learned that it is critical to actually visit our own website at least once a day…just to make sure it’s still there. Sometimes our site host is anything but hospitable.

3. Remember the 12-year-old website programmer in #10? Well, he wasn’t the only Chaos Lord to cross Faith Squared’s developmental path. Enter our cyber white knight, Rob Granholm, who not only made sense out of the chaos and made it work, but spared us the gory details of how, WTF, and why.

2. We’ve learned both in our writing and in our lives that it is more important than ever before to be true to oneself…to follow your heart no matter what.

1. And that brings us to number one…that God is at the heart of everything; He always has been, and He always will be. And we continue to learn, over and over, exactly what that means.

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Posted by on April 18th, 2013  

Time to Waste Some Time

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So it seems I’m going to be spending some time with this wall I’ve run into. Pretty, isn’t it?

In my creative life over the last six months — through all the successes and failures, disappointments and opportunities — there’s been an underlying certainty about what to do next. Now…I haven’t a clue.  I’m not lacking inspiration, but just can’t seem to get traction with any of my ideas. The timing feels off or I get started on something that leads straight to nowhere. Wheels spin and if there’s movement at all it feels like it’s in the wrong direction.

I’m tired, hovering dangerously on the brink of creative burnout, and — finally — I’ve given up trying to find ways through, around and over the wall. I’ve given up trying to prove to myself that my momentum has not, in fact, abandoned me for good.

Right now, the one and only thing I know for sure is that it’s time to stop trying to make something happen, because that will only make things worse.

So then, what to do? (Because God and I both know…I need to do something.)

These words from Richard Foster, equal parts comforting and challenging, came along at the perfect time:

…undermine that perennial, everlasting human itch to get ahead with intentional times of “holy leisure.” Take a nap. Spend an hour visiting with your neighbor about nothing important. Help each other watch the sun go down. Take a walk, not for exercise or to study plant life but for the sheer joy of walking. Stop praying for a day. Listen to the birds — not to get some “message” from them but to hear them. Sit in the silence, doing nothing, having nothing, needing nothing. Take a bath instead of a shower. Waste time for God. The ideas are endless.” (from Streams of Living Water)

What’s the difference between “wasting time” and “wasting time for God?” It comes down to this: when I’m wasting time, I’m painfully aware of time, aware of it’s passing, knowing there’s something more constructive I could be doing with this most precious commodity. This variety of time-wasting leaves me feeling drained. When I’m wasting time for (and with) God, I feel nourished and nurtured. “Time” loses all meaning, I become fully engaged in what I’m doing, all sense of “should” falls away, and I can see clearly the truth that everything is fine — perfect, in fact — just as it is.

For me, wasting time for God means:

…slowing down to take it all in, to integrate, to enjoy what I’ve created with a focus on what’s working, not on what I wish was working better.

…writing for the sake of writing, not toward the goal of producing.

…taking ridiculous numbers of photos, and longer-than-normal walks.

…reading, because as Lyla Willingham Lindquist says, “I don’t think one can let words out for any length of time without putting somebody else’s back in.”

…watching my kid do what he loves to do on the baseball field, and appreciating the beauty of a sport not ruled by a clock.

The key word in the Foster quote above is “intentional,” because if I can’t stop the undercurrent of “what if?” and “what now?” and “what’s next?” from running through everything I do, then leisure — holy or otherwise — is not possible. The temptation to fall back into forge-ahead, fix-it mode is strong, which is why I need reminders of how to ride out this ebb in a way that honors my own creative process, so that I’m truly ready, rested, renewed when things start flowing again.

Can I trust that God has placed this wall here for some very good reasons? If so, I can stop hating and fearing it. I can welcome it as part of my current landscape, lean on it, sit down with my back against it, rest. I can see it as a reminder to Effort Less, just for a little while, until whatever wants to happen next is ready to reveal itself.

Until then, if you have more ideas for how I can waste time for God, I’d love to hear them.  :-)

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Posted by on April 11th, 2013  

A Perfect Practice

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Those who know me hear the expression “prayer practice” a lot. For me it is a literal term. Prayer is an art form, requiring commitment, intention and action; a distinct curvature of language and need, worthy of reverence; a discipline of essential communication that can alter the landscape of a moment or a life almost instantly. And I continuously field questions from clients, students and readers about prayer—why, when, and how to do it.

The why is easy. Prayer stirs up in the human psyche and self the most powerful form of energy known to mankind. The act of prayer creates a distinct vibration that is both ethereal and corporeal in nature, capable of literally changing events, circumstances and experiences to divine ends. It is the crucial component to the “Secret” of successful manifestation, going far beyond the “Ask”; it is an elemental necessity in “Believe” and “Receive” as well.

Contrary to much popular belief, we don’t need to pray to earn or entreat God’s love. We need to pray in order to open up to receive it. The one aspect of the human being that simultaneously stands between and connects us to God is our mind… and prayer gets the mind in line with the Divine. (That would make a great little jump rope rhyme, wouldn’t it? Try it sometime!)

The human brain processes through words and pictures, and prayer is just that—creating the ultimate treasure map to kingdoms and blessings beyond.

When is easy too. One word: constantly. I think God should be involved in picking out your breakfast cereal in the morning, as well as mapping out your career path and helping you raise your kids. Prayer is an ongoing dialogue with the one resource you can count on without fail for unlimited insight, favor, and support, no matter how large or small the issue at hand.

And if you’re starting out with a less than solid belief in that resource, prayer will help systematically build the foundation necessary to allow you to naturally consort with faith and witness miracles.

The how of prayer is infinitely more complex, faceted by imagination, ideology, and desire. I definitely believe in a particular attitude when it comes to prayer—affirmative, authentic, from the heart—but the means and the motions by which your prayers are executed leaves plenty of room for exploration and personal interpretation.

As we like to call it here at Faith Squared, “exprayerimenting” calls for creativity, curiosity, and a willingness to trust your intuition regarding what to pray about, which kind of prayer to employ, and for what length of time the intention will remain focused.

However you choose to pray, consistency is key, and at the same time, like all aspects of a great relationship, your spiritual practice should change and grow as you do.

The original Sanskrit word for prayer means, “judging oneself as wondrously made.” Brother Lawrence, a 16th century French layman called prayer, “practicing the presence of God.”

For me, prayer is the invitation to intimate relationship with God; my time to open my heart, engage my imagination, and hang out with the one who not only completely gets me, but loves me because of my humanness, not in spite of it. 

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Speaking of invitations…we’d love to have you join us for upcoming Exprayeriments!  Each month in our newsletter we offer ideas for unique and fun ways to play with God.  Our older Exprayeriments are available here, but the new ones are available only to subscribers (click here to subscribe and we’ll also send you all the details you need to enter a drawing for an autographed copy of Samantha Reynolds’ first Bentlily book!).

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Jennifer Lambright joins us this month on the Project You page.  Stop by and check out her first post: Divine Timing and Self-Forgiveness

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Posted by on April 4th, 2013  

Write. Click. (A Virtual Open House)

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Last week I had an idea. It was one of those ideas that took on a life of its own. One that was not going to leave me alone until I followed through.

So…this week I have a new website that will serve as both a hub for my writing and a home for my favorite photos.

Write. Click. Get it? :-)

Each month on Write. Click. I’ll post a new collection of photos that are based around a theme and a new blog post to go along with the photos.  First up is The Spring Collection.  Click here for the photos and here for the blog post.

I hope you’ll stop by, take a look around, leave a comment or subscribe to my updates if you are so inspired.

And yes, I’ll still be here on the pages of F2…I’m simply taking advantage of the fact that in the world of the world wide web, we CAN be many places at once.

Happy spring!

 

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Posted by on March 29th, 2013  

All Kinds of Sacred: A Happy Easter Playlist

 
 
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Time again for another nearly-famous, should-be-viral F2 Holiday Playlist!!  :-D  

We tossed around a few different themes for this Easter weekend, but inspiration struck when we decided on “Sacred Songs.” And in true F2 fashion, the resulting compilation is by no means predictable.

Saints, angels, Jesus and Mary, and of course, one well-loved vampire…these songs are sacred to us in many ways and for many reasons, and we happen to know that God loves a good groove. So get your groove on, and welcome the blessings of this magical season!

From F2 to you: Have an inspired, groove-filled, ridiculously blessed Easter!

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Head’s-up!  We’re putting the finishing touches on the April newsletter and Exprayeriment. April is National Poetry Month and marks the first anniversary of Faith Squared, so to celebrate we’re giving away a copy of Samantha Reynolds’ Bentlily book.  There are only 500 of these in the whole world, and it’s the first in what promises to be a long series.  AND it’s autographed.  You have to be a newsletter subscriber for a chance to win, so if you’re not already signed up, now’s your chance!  Click here.

And now, to the playlist (if you are reading this via e-mail, click here).

 

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Posted by on March 20th, 2013  

Perfect Strangers (A Guest Post for Just Be Enough)

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I say I’m afraid of flying, but it’s not so much the flying that scares me. It’s the taking off. Something about the no-turning-back-now, we’re-officially-stuck-in-this-thing-for-real commitment of leaving behind solid ground just doesn’t sit well with me.

The anxiety isn’t bad enough that I refuse to fly at all, but it’s bad enough. In the three or four days leading up to a trip, it consumes me in a way that only irrational fear can, making me feel ungrounded long before my departure time, disconnected from my body and from reality. It manifests in a quiet, inward way that only those who know me well can sense.

I’ve tried hypnosis. I’ve tried therapy. I’ve tried visualizing. I’ve tried logic. All to no avail.

So…I’ve resorted to superstition.

Over the years I have perfected my patented Three-Step Take-Off Ritual. It’s simple, yet very precise:

Step One — look through a (preferably brand new) magazine — slowly — as soon as the plane moves away from the gate.

Step Two — at the exact moment the plane takes off, check the time (related superstition: the only time I ever wear a watch is when I fly).

Step Three — repeat my favorite always-at-the-ready prayer and avoid checking the time again for as long as possible…but at least ten minutes.

It’s a system that’s worked pretty well for quite some time, but it was put to the test on a recent red-eye flight from Seattle to Detroit.

Click here to read the rest at Just Be Enough (start below the airplane photo)…

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Posted by on March 14th, 2013  

Message to My Daughter

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Today is my daughter’s 26th birthday. Uh-huh. Twenty. Six.

(Pardon me? What was that? I’m sorry, I believe you must have transposed a number or something…I’m pretty sure there’s an extra twenty in there somewhere.)

Sigh.

Don’t get me wrong—I’ve never been the kind of mom who mourns the passing of the years, wishing their kids would stay kids. And to be honest, I’ve always felt a bit aberrant in that. More than a bit selfish.

I reveled in Kaeleigh’s natural independence from an early age; welcomed her metamorphosis from needing me to wanting my company, to defying me, to finally knowing me, to sharing a powerful and at times personally epic history.

It’s just that twenty-six years doesn’t make sense to a part of me. How did time move through and beyond us in such measure, while so many other things seemed to stand still? How did my daughter become such a beautiful, unique, maddening, glorious reflection of me, almost without my knowing? I only turned my back for a second, I swear…

Cleaning up some old files on my computer a while back, I came across an entry from a column I used to write for a newspaper called The Island Independent. I wrote it in September 1993, on Kaeleigh’s first day of school. Reading it again after so long, I was hit with the same breathless, stinging rush of emotion I felt when I was writing it.

I still feel exactly the same way about her, only the years have served to deepen it, to make the love in me spark and shimmer like a flare in dark water; elevating and humbling me at the same time in the wide open and terrifying lawlessness of parenthood.

There truly are no rules, no definitions, as a parent… only the certainty that you will hand over your legacy to your children and they will run with it, in whatever direction their soul’s path asks of them.

And you will feel for them more fiercely than you ever imagined being capable of; and you will question and cling to your faith more desperately than any saint or martyr should ever have to; and your heart will shatter and expand a thousand times over, a hundred times more than you think you can possibly survive.

And in the end, you will know to your soul that you have witnessed God, and that you have endured the truest, sweetest pain there could ever be… the love of, and for, a child.

Here is a birthday/thank you card for my child—the most extraordinary, delightful, stubborn, talented, powerful, and magical young woman I have ever been blessed to know. And the message is still exactly the same as it was all those years ago:

To my daughter, Kaeleigh…

I watched you this morning, all the way from our house to the parking lot of the school.

You were busy looking out the window, but I flipped the rear view mirror down so I could see you. I kept my eyes on the road ahead, but I was continuously drawn by the sunlight teasing the curls that escaped your braid; the freckles that summer has only recently gifted your nose and cheeks with; the curve of your little tomcat chin and the cool, self-possessed air of your smile.

I found myself wondering, who is this creature? This little wise woman-child in the back seat of my cluttered car, holding tight to her lunch basket and her expectations of the first day of first grade. And I marveled at how lucky I am, how I must have been doing something really remarkable, in some completely perfect moment when you looked down from your celestial flight path, pointed a tiny finger and said, “That’s her, that’s the one…”

And then you came into this world, giving me a brief and glorious opportunity to share a time and a space with you. Thanks, baby, for coming in through me—I love you so…

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To find out more about my amazing kid, please visit her blog, KaeleighBee.

 

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Posted by on March 6th, 2013  

Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life (Book Review)

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I have not survived against all odds.

I have not lived to tell.

I have not witnessed the extraordinary.

This is my story.

So reads the cover of Amy Krouse Rosenthal’s Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, a charming book full of funny, strange, sweet, poignant little anecdotes from A-Z.  Literally.  Her “alphabetized existence” has a chapter for each letter, further broken down under headings such as (from Chapter “C”): Coffee, Stopping For; Compliment; Cream Rinse; Croutons; Curly Hair; and Customary, Things That Are.

As I made my way through the book, I was highly amused by the overlap between the author’s quirks and my own, and our similar ways of seeing and being in the world.  For example:

      • Amy went through an extended period when she was unable to read fiction.  (Me, too!) (Although she has since emerged from that phase, while I’m not sure I ever will.)
      • When a car stops for her at a crosswalk, Amy hurries across the street to show the driver that she is conscious of the fact that she is impeding his progress and not looking to take advantage of the situation.  (Me, too!)
      • Amy gets Wabi-Sabi.  (Me, too!)

If you read this book, you will likely find yourself “Me, too”-ing, too.  A lot.

But the real fun started once I finished the book.  Because that’s when I began thinking encyclopedically about my own ordinary life.  (And I was given the unique opportunity to use the word “encyclopedically,” which is also very fun.)

I write a lot of stories from my life, but thinking encyclopedically takes things to a whole new level where there are stories within stories wrapped up inside the minute, mundane, everyday details that usually don’t warrant a second thought.  Small stones, but often even smaller.  Tiny pebbles, really.

For instance:

      • Under “Water, Hot,” I would tell the story of how I’ve learned to organize my life around the fact that my “on-demand” hot water heater only works some of the time, despite my demands.  That’s just my life, but it makes a good story because most people reading this would not be okay if they turned on their hot water and it worked only sometimes.
      • Under “Help Desk,” I would confess that there’s a part of me that is always a little disappointed when I call for computer help and it turns out to be an easy fix.  Just once, I want the IT person to freak out like I do and scream, “Oh my God I have never seen this happen before!  This looks very serious and appears to be something that even rebooting will not fix!”  That never happens.  They always know just what to do and go about it in such a calm manner.
      • Under “Ballot,” I would tell of my most recent voting experience and how I was sitting at my dining room table staring at my ballot when the sweetest, approximately 80-year-old man rang my doorbell to encourage me to vote for a candidate I assumed was his daughter.  It worked.  I would also admit to filling in the little circles for the unopposed candidates first.  ”Ah, yes,” I think, “this is the clear choice, the absolute right person for the job.”

You get the idea.

The point is, I highly recommend you read this book.  And then start paying that kind of attention to your own life.  Because that is where the good stuff is.  That’s where God is.  That’s where we see ourselves in one another and begin to understand how truly not alone — and slightly strange — we all are.

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If you’ve read the book or even if you haven’t, I’d love to hear some encyclopedia entries from your own life.  Do tell, so that the rest of us can say, “Really?  Me, too!”

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Posted by on February 28th, 2013  

Post-It Notes from Heaven

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I love the way Heaven communicates. I love asking questions, and getting magical answers; I love the great big obvious life-changing “Hi, this is God…here’s the direction/aha/cosmic breadcrumb you’ve been asking for,” as well as all the little tongue-in-cheek but crazy-useful angel whispers that come at the perfect time, often in the weirdest ways.

Case in point:

A few days back I took Gracie Lou for a walk. It was coming on twilight, that time of day when the light begins to lower, everything dropping down into grey-gold shadow, colors sharpened almost mystically by the edge of the coming dark.

We headed across the street to the big expanse of lawn in front of the high school. It’s one of Gracie’s favorite places to explore; a constant barrage of novel scents and forgotten treasures dropped carelessly in the grass by several hundred teenagers traipsing back and forth between classes all day long.

There is also typically a half-pound or so of freshly spewed gum wads scattered about, much to Gracie’s delight, all shapes and sizes and every bright, toxic, artificial color you can imagine. She favors the neon blue ones; perhaps it’s a terrier thing. And let me tell you, that dog can ferret out and gulp a wad of gum so fast it’s halfway through her digestive track before I even have time to react.

For the record, I do not condone nor encourage her gum eating…it’s just difficult to visit her preferred sniffing ground without her scoring the Big Blue at least once.

Anyway, on said ground this particular evening, as Gracie raced back and forth, nose glued to the dirt in search of her beloved turquoise, I spied a vibrant square of yellow against the windblown grass. This was no careless wad of gum.

From ten yards away I knew it was a Post-It note; in the deepening light it stood out dramatically from the surrounding green, impossible to miss. As I moved closer I got the sudden, matter-of-fact sensation that I would pick it up and find it was one of my Post-It notes. Sure enough, there in my distinctly lazy scrawl were the words, “Call storage unit and pay bill!” followed by a crooked smiley face.

Every month I leave myself a similar note on the desk next to my computer. The storage facility doesn’t send out monthly statements, so between Google calendar and my stack of yellow stickies, I usually stay on top of the payment with no trouble…but every once in awhile I need an extra reminder.

Those of you who use a lot of sticky notes are probably familiar with the phenomenon of being too familiar with sticky notes…you leave yourself a note but don’t actually pay any attention to it, because it’s just one of a million others you’ve left for a hundred other reasons. It sometimes comes down to needing a sticky note to remind yourself to leave a sticky note. Yeah. That’s me.

So here I was, standing on the lawn of the high school, marveling at the fact that I would find one of my own sticky notes in the unkempt grass. What are the odds? It might not seem like such a huge miracle, considering we live just across the street, but I’m wagering that I’m not the only one in this neck of the woods who uses yellow sticky notes. This is a school, after all.

And, Waste Management had picked up our recycle two days earlier, and the teenage herds had been stampeding across this stretch of lawn as usual ever since, making it seem even more cosmic that this particular note would land at my feet.  

But here’s where it becomes truly divine:

I write a ton of sticky notes in a week’s time—grocery lists, phone calls I have to make, “don’t forget to start the dishwasher” and “remember to put the towels in the dryer,” that sort of thing. My favorites? The love notes Mark and I constantly leave each other on the kitchen counter or the bathroom mirror or on the plastic container of leftovers on the second shelf of the fridge. I should seriously take out stock in 3-M.

But this wasn’t any of a dozen other notes I would have written. This was the one note I leave myself around the 22nd of every month. And today was the 24th…meaning this little yellow square of paper winking at me from the high school lawn was a month old.

And, since I empty my office recycle bin every week, it had apparently been hanging around the neighborhood for at least 3 weeks before showing up for me right here, right now.

The most amazing, angel-obvious aspect of this whole weird little story? Despite my prerequisite monthly note next to the computer for the last several days, I had realized just that morning that I still hadn’t taken care of it…so I said a prayer out loud, asking the angels to please help me remember to call the storage unit and pay my bill!

 Gracie Lou's Graduation!

 

 

 

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