Random Muses of Megret

"A saint realizes that it is God who engineers his circumstances; consequently there are no complaints, only unrestrained surrender to Jesus. Never try to make your experience a principle for others, but allow God to be as creative and original with others as He is with you." - Oswald Chambers

Ken , I think, has a tad bit of the spiritual gift of prophecy. Or maybe it's discernment. Either way, it's amazing me how on target he's been the past couple of weeks. It all started with the hotel and bug incident (if you haven't heard about it, you can read about it here .....Ugh. I am still shuddering). It continued with a series of successive attempts of mine to calendar, plan, and contemplate perfect scenarios in my mind of how our afternoon/day/week will proceed. All gone wrong. All failed. All flopped. I am a planner. That's not a fault....unless you're a person who has a tendency to carry it too far, one tweak in your agenda causing you to fly off the handle. Yep. That would be me. If it hasn't been one thing, it's been another. Hastily cancelled plans due to others' schedules. A realization that no matter how hard I plan this upcoming birth, this one, just like Gardner's, may really throw me for a loop. A project started (m

Having issues with our HVAC today. Funny how I just attended a focus group on home thermostats, and then ours starts acting up. I hope it's just being obstinate and that it doesn't mean that an imminent major repair of our system is coming up soon. I know that nobody 60 years ago had air conditioning in their homes, but I will still readily admit that I become a crybaby if I have reason to believe that mine will be taken from me....even momentarily! A self-centered and feeble attitude, of course. Ken throws his head back in laughter whenever I exclaim that I was born in the wrong decade. "I should've been born in the 20s," I say, marveling at the fashion or automobiles or music of the era. "You couldn't stand more than 24 hours in July," Ken might say, and he's probably right. Maybe, though, just maybe....if I had been born into heat and cold extremes, and gradually learned to live in a drafty home or stuffy apartment building, my resistanc

Yesterday, my cousin got married to a great girl. Though it was a record-breaking 93 degrees outside, we still had a blast. Everything was perfect. Laid back, simple....just the way it ought to be. And all centered around a love ordained by Him. View some photos of the event here .

We were a part of a sacred event at New Spring last night. Ken was ordained into the ministry. It was truly an honor and a privilege, as well as a realization of the awesome responsibility placed on him (on our family) as a result. I couldn't have been a prouder wife, sitting beside him and watching others lay hands on him, blessing him. Read more about it on his blog .

Our next door neighbor (who helped me graciously during my mini-crisis yesterday morning) came over last night and surprised us with a homemade blueberry crumble-topped pie and a half-gallon of Edy's vanilla ice cream. Still warm from the oven and delicious, it was....but even more warming was the fact that there are still people out there who hospitably welcome you into the new neighborhood, genuinely and with all smiles. Just a little smidgen that added to my cup of faith in mankind yesterday. Makes me want to do the same for someone today.

I am exhausted. Not just a little bit tired. I mean, every single little iota of energy I had remaining just flew out the window as I climbed the staircase and perched myself at this computer this evening. What started out as a relaxed weekend ("We don't have to be anywhere....how nice....") turned into a Meg-imposed work-on-the-house-with-deadlines weekend. We got a lot done, but man, are we both tired. I say Meg-imposed. Part of the hard work was spurred on by Ken's desires for our shrubs to be cut back. He borrowed an awesome Japanese-designed (complete with absolutely no American safety standard precautionary measures) gas-powered hedge trimmer and got to work. Five hours and a huge brush pile later, he's almost done. We have until tomorrow morning to finish the work and return the tool. He's gung-ho about doing just that. I started in the kitchen, a room where I spend much of my time, a room which I've been dying to lighten up. And did I. I