video... shaky iphone camera's don't always work the best, you know. Regardless, I am thankful for these people, this home, and for apple
bacon pancakes.
Merry little Christmas! Here's a little look at what Christmas was like at the Kabat household this year. This is by no means a quality video... shaky iphone camera's don't always work the best, you know. Regardless, I am thankful for these people, this home, and for apple bacon pancakes. Music by Sleeping at Last.
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O Lord, I am your servant; I am your servant.
You have loosed my bonds. I will offer to you the sacrifice of thanksgiving, and call on the name of the Lord. I will pay my vows to the Lord, in the presence of all his people, in the courts of the house of the Lord, in your midst, O Jerusalem. Praise the Lord! amen. I can't wait for that day. <<< this is my current read. and it is seriously rocking my socks right off. and it's sortof reminding me of myself. It's a memoir; Cheryl Strayed tells her journey on the Pacific Crest Trail and a lot of other things that led up to her making the haphazard decision to do so. Among many other brilliant things she writes about, the thing that is most catching my attention at this very moment is her struggles on the trail. She fully admits that she is less than capable of hiking for 3 months in the wilderness, but she is bold. Time and time again she describes the feeling of her feet on the trail and how her muscles ache and how good it feels to just sit and be still after a long day of hiking. It's a great deal more than hiking, but it's reminding me of something that I have forgotten: I am a mover. Maybe "a mover" is a poor way of describing it; let me explain. What I mean is, all through my life, I have been filled and felt awake by
movement. I ran all throughout middle and high school, I hiked, I drive all over just for fun, I bike, I move. I love the feeling of my muscles aching because it makes me feel like I've done something, it reminds me that I have moved. (Let me be clear, just because I like to move does not mean that I don't cherish times when I don't have to move a single finger. I believe that rest must follow movement.) But this afternoon, as I was reading Wild, I was inspired and desired to share in Cheryl Strayed's aching muscles and sore feet. So I laced up my boots and drove to the best hiking trails around and just moved, for a good long while. I've struggled a lot with wanting to "be" something better. Mostly here I am referring to loving my body and the times that I don't. Which is most of the time. BUT. I realized something today. I've always wanted to be more in shape, to be a runner because that's what my dad and brother did, to be a super cool in-shape outdoorsy girl who shops at REI and is not afraid of anything and who has hiked and ran every trail available to me and who tackles bears and has huge arm muscles because I fight off mountain lions (okay, I am getting carried away.) And I'm really not that girl. To some extent, I suppose I am. But I realized today that I don't have to become a runner or become a super cool in-shape outdoorsy girl. I can be those things because I am a mover, and I love the feeling of moving. I am someone who loves to be in motion and to hear the sweet soft thud of dirt beneath my feet (fun fact- that is my favorite sound.) I think sometimes we let our dreams scare us into not dreaming them anymore. I dream to be a runner so badly because I want to be in shape and I want to be able to climb anything and hike anywhere any of the time. But sometimes I dream too much instead of doing it and then I dream it out of reach. The more I think of it, the more I think, "I can't do that. I'm not even close to being good enough or thin enough or determined enough." But that is just BULL CRAP! Because I am a mover! And as long as my feet will carry me, I will live to hear the sound of dirt beneath my shoes, I will run as fast as my legs can take me, and I will hike through the forest because I feel right there and it brings me life. I am a dirt treader, a mover, and maybe someday, I will be a super cool in-shape outdoorsy girl who shops at REI. For now I am content knowing that I can attain those things simply by pulling on my boots and walking outside. Praise Jesus for that. Highlights Included:
Breakfast in the morning followed by opening Christmas presents A long road trip full of talking and Sleeping at Last and rap music Walkin in our warm winter coats and mittens Coffee any time, all the time Adam slips a lot on the ice like a small child and we laugh Burrito Union. Just so tasty. BentleyVille Tour of Lights- so lovely! little kids dressed up so warm they look like little marshmallows with feet free cocoa, free cookies, free popcorn, free marshmallows,- we were in heaven! and chocolate. lots of it. We love Christmas! i got a text from my roomie telling me she misses me
i was amazed by Jesus' story i watched Elf and felt so happy i ate sweet potato fries and they were DANG good i studied Luke 24 with my fella and we learned a lot i realized Gandalf the White is like Jesus appearing to the disciples (I know that it was written to be that way, but I still felt accomplished when I made that realization) i felt pain i didn't see abby and it was so lonely without her i also didn't get to see coral. lonely. i did some really horrible dancing. no one should let me do cabaret. i ate a candy cane. and it was tasty. hello, it's been awhile hasn't it? I'm sorry for that- sometimes when you're not the best student, you have to do a lot of
catch up on homework instead of blog (woopsies.) Anyways, I found this in my journal this morning and I thought I would share it, not because I'm all that moved by it or I think it's worthy of being read, but because I read it and it resonated with me just as it did when I wrote it back in August. the wind, it's stirring making sure I'm awake the light, it comes in soft gently lifting me. and these things that bless me, that curse me, that heal me, that hurt me, all are beautiful, i will learn. and what if some things come to pass or don't? well that's quite alright, i'll say, I won't doubt; I won't. for he is greater, and in that is beauty at all. in that is all beauty, at all. Thanks for readin'. I hope today you can resonate with those words and with the truth that He is greater. |