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Moving the blog.

I really love this blog.  I’ve enjoyed it as a place to discuss and dream.  In this place new friends have met old, stories have been shared and people have connected.  I really have enjoyed my time on wordpress.com.

That said I’ve felt a prodding lately.  Opportunities have come my way that I’ve sadly had to pass up. I was feeling a little constrained in terms of design and personalization and wanted more from the blog.  I kept feeling like it was time to move but wasn’t listening to those feelings.  I was ignoring that urge and just kept plugging along.  Until now that is.  I’ve finally decided to listen.

I’ve found a host, I’m taking the leap and I’m going to build the site I feel is right for me.  At first you won’t notice a difference, the domain name will remain the same and the format will be as well but as time passes and I get a little more comfortable I’ll be able to personalize it, I’ll be able to make it more of what I think it should be and I’m excited about that possibility.

That being said I’m absolutely terrified.  I’m terrified of failure, of having made the wrong decision.  I worry about losing all of my followers and you are lovely people, I don’t want to lose you.  I wonder if I’m misinterpreting this prodding and have gone off in a direction I shouldn’t go.

Ultimately I cannot live a life in fear, I must take that leap of faith and I think now is the time.  When we are frozen in fear we are frozen in place and that is never a good thing.  Without movement there is no growth, without growth there is no opportunity.

If you have subscribed through email I should be able to keep that going.   I hope so anyways!  If you have subscribed through wordpress.com we may lose touch for a while.  I hope you come over to my site http://ministrytomotherhood.com and visit.  I’ll have a subscription service set up or you can catch my RSS feed through your reader so we can reconnect.

It’s time to make the move.  It’s time to act in faith knowing that what comes next will be another interesting adventure…

Conversations between my husband and I about the Higgs boson

I should begin by saying that my husband studied Physics in his undergraduate years.  This makes him infinitely more knowledgeable than me when it comes to science in general but physics in particular.  Imagine my delight when I discovered that scientists had made a great discovery in the field of particle physics before he did.  Here are some of the conversations from today…

Before Breakfast:

Becky: Did you know they’ve discovered the Higgs boson particle?
Alvin: They discovered it, when?
Becky: Last night/today.  I knew something about Physics before you!
Alvin: Do you even know what the Higgs boson particle is?

Over Lunch:
After much reading on my part… 

Becky: So this Higgs boson particle hasn’t been seen but they know it’s there?
Alvin: Hints of it have been seen?
Becky: Hints of it?  So it hasn’t been seen…
Alvin: It’s not really a particle per se, it’s more of a field
Becky: So it’s a giant force field holding us together?  Something would need to be holding that force field in place.  There has to be something making it all happen.
Alvin: Strings.
Becky: Strings?  Really?  Who controls said strings?
Alvin: The hands of God.
Becky: Ahhh.

Slightly later during lunch:

Becky: So if this force field is what holds us all together imagine if you could find a way to break the rules of the particle.  You could create a transporter just like Star Trek.
Alvin: No you couldn’t.
Becky: Yes you could.  You’d just have to figure out how to break the field, send the particles to another place and put them all back together again.
Alvin: I guess in theory it’s a beginning.
Becky: I guess the hard part would be keeping people alive.  They’d likely be dead when they got there.
Alvin: Probably would.
Becky: I guess that’s why I’m not in charge of designing transporters…

Later again:

Becky: You could say that Jesus was the one time that God decided it would be okay to allow part of himself to be confined by the Higgs boson force field.
Alvin: Huh?
Becky: Well he lived within it for a set period of time.
Alvin: I think that theory would tick off the Evangelicals and the Scientists…

A letter to the bunny.

Dear Bunny,

I’ve been attempting to co-exist with you for many months now.  I understand that you require a place to live and am happy to let you live in my backyard rent free.  There are however some rules that were explained to you when you moved in that you seem to have forgotten.  I’ve written them here as a bit of a refresher for you.

  1. Parsley is off limits.  We’ve cultivated our lawn to be a rabbit’s paradise. Filled with clover {and lots of it} you’re more than welcome to eat that. Unfortunately the parsley is mine, you have to stop eating it before I get the chance.
  2. While I would prefer that you stay away from the strawberries as well my primary issue with your consumption of said berries is the fact that you don’t actually like them.  Taking my berries, eating a piece and throwing the rest on the ground is wasteful.  I would enjoy eating my berries {again I point you to the clover if you are hungry}.
  3. Finally I’d like to remind you that there is an absolute buffet of clover for you to eat in the yard proper.  Please eat it.  Encourage your children to eat it.  I’ve seen you all lazily lying in the grass.  It’s time to start pulling your weight around here if you wish to stay.

Sincerely,

A frustrated gardener

Monday, Monday.

Today was not a stellar day in terms of accomplishments for me.  I’m usually a zombie on Mondays due to having been in the pulpit on Sunday but today was particularly challenging.  I did however have some interesting moments.

One interesting moment was pulling up the bulletin outline for the church I’m working at on Sunday and discovering that they have a statement of faith following the sermon from ‘Living Faith’ the PCC’s little green book on faith.   I am not sure if I’ve looked at Living Faith since I was a student at this church so it was fun to dive back in.  The copy I used was given to me when I was confirmed at 12.  I can’t believe it was that long ago and that I’m so old now that 12 seems so young to me.  Where did the time go?

Sensibly following the read through of Living Faith I gave up on work.  My focus was just not there.  Anything I wrote down would likely have to be redone so I headed out to the grocery store to grab some corn tortillas and cucumbers.  On the way home I drove by the lake.  It was beautiful.  The combination of wind and waves is something I thrive on.  It was a perfect scene.

Following dinner my son and I goofed around with my iphone and took photos of one another.   His way of taking pictures was laughing at me when he saw my face through the screen and this was one we caught.  I think it might be my new social media picture.  I read this week that my picture should be clear and recognizable which mine currently is not.

There are worse ways to spend a day I suppose.  Other activities involved crayons and tickles.  We also had lots of laughs.

How did you spend your Monday?

The Dishwasher and the Pea

This morning after my shower I moved into the kitchen to begin making breakfast.  When I entered the kitchen I found my husband lying half inside the dishwasher.  I was a little concerned as this is highly unusual behavior for him. I’m usually up hours before he is.  Asking him why he was hanging out inside our dishwasher he reminded me that I had asked for his help regarding it’s lack of cleaning power.  He had gotten up early to clean it out for me.  He’s a good man.

As I was assembling the necessary ingredients for our morning oatmeal and he was cleaning out dishwasher parts we had lovely conversation and chatted about many things.  Imagine my surprise when in the midst of it all he cried out ‘a pea!’. It would seem that a pea, one lonely green pea had gotten stuck in one of the jets, preventing the water from getting everywhere it needed to be.

This one pea.  This tiny pea prevented a large, capable machine from doing it’s job.  It’s pretty incredible when you think about it.  Something so small, so seemingly innocent can wreak havoc on whatever it’s involved with if it’s in the wrong place, in the wrong position.

The pea got me thinking.  How many of us accidentally become the pea when we think we are part of the dishwasher?  I know I sound crazy but hear me out.  In every organization we all play a role.  Some of us a leaders while others follow. Some organize and others dream.  Each one of us has gifts that are given to us to be used and shared.  We each have a role to play.

Sometimes we find ourselves stepping out of our role and becoming a block to others.  We become the pea.  Many times we think we can do everything and so take on more than we can handle.  Sometimes we believe we have the answer and when others don’t agree we put up road blocks to prevent others from moving forward in the direction they feel is right.  These actions are often unintentional, they’re subconscious. Regardless, they have an impact.  Sometimes they prevent the entire operation from working.  It’s important to see where we are the ‘pea’ in our lives and find ways of helping others achieve and succeed instead of blocking them.

Are you the pea?
Are there peas in your life?

How an iPhone comes to power

This is the story of a girl who longed for the one thing she could never have. Well that’s not technically true, she could have had one but she refused to pay for it…

On Friday the last person to ever use a Palm Pre Phone ceased using it.  I should know as that person was me.  I had really been fighting getting a new phone.  My phone didn’t always charge, wouldn’t get messages for a few days and often disconnected from towers.  Regardless I persevered as I hate paying money for cellphones.   I sometimes wonder if there is a chip inside them which causes them to self destruct six months before your contract ends but enough with the conspiracy theories.

On Friday after finding my phone dead while sitting in the charger and discovering that the only place my phone would charge was in the car while I was driving I knew I needed to do something.  My phone was antiquated, unreliable and I do have a need for some connection with the outside world.  After making this decision I got the best news ever, my cell phone company decided that morning that I was eligible for an upgrade and I should just come in.

I did not rush in immediately.  There were other, more pressing things on my list of stuff to do.  My Gran and I needed to get our grocery shopping done.  We absolutely had to enjoy iced chai lattes while talking about our upcoming plans for my cousin’s wedding.  These things were of the utmost importance but once my day with Gran was done I marched my little family into the cell phone store and came out with an iPhone.

Friday was a glorious day that fed into a marvelous weekend {technologically speaking}.  I used my cell phone everywhere.  I unhooked my Nano from the car stereo and used my phone in its place.  I checked stats from basement while watching Game of Thrones.   I took pictures on Instagram.  We marveled at how slow and outdated the old phone was and contemplated selling my old iPod as I no longer had a need for it, after all my phone does everything right?

My phone does almost everything it seems.  It can schedule me, connect me, chronicle my life and even help me with work.  It can entertain me, sing to me and even become a book.  The thing my phone does not do is check the pockets of my shorts before I throw them into the wash.   Remember how I unhooked my nano and put my phone into the car stereo system?  I tucked that nano into my pocket and because it’s so small, forgot about it.

As a result my nano is currently sitting in a bag of rice on my desk and my prayers of thanksgiving to God for convincing the cell phone company to cut me a break have now turned to desperate cries for the life of my beloved nano.  My iPhone seduced me into thinking it was the only piece of technology that mattered.  It’s glittery features and quick upload speeds distracted me from other, equally important things.

It’s often the way in life, isn’t it?  When we move on to bigger and better things we forget the people and places we’ve left behind.  We really shouldn’t as they helped shape us into who we have become.  But I digress as that’s really a story for another day.

I present to you now a picture from my new iPhone.  The first of many to come I’m sure…

What if life were more like theatre?

I’ve found my voice again.  It took a little 2 year old who loves music and wants to sing everything but I sing my way through life again and I love it.  As such I was extremely entertained by the opening of the Tony Awards Ceremony this year.

What if life were more like theatre?

I would love that intermission when life places you in precarious situations and perhaps the ability to call in that understudy.  What about you?