Sunday, November 29, 2009

Too Good To Be True Interesting

I have a confession to make: I might be a fair weather fan.

My entire life, I have been proud of the fact that I am not, most certainly not, a fair weather Vikings fan. Even in the most disappointing, heart-breaking moments, I continue to bleed purple.

But I am starting to wonder if it is possible for a team to be too good to be true interesting.

For instance, last week, I got in my car after church, tuned into the game and we were up 14-0 and had just recovered a fumble. My only thought was, "Of course." With almost no emotional reaction whatsoever, I turned down the volume, called my friend Stacey to see what she wanted me to pick up for her at Chipotle and listened to the rest of the quarter on my drive over. Halftime. 21-0. NBD.

Now, I know that some of my feelings of detachment come from my agreement with Matt Chandler's argument that we should not be more emotionally affected by whether or not a 20-year-old boy catches a ball than we are by the grace of God. I still love sports. I specifically love the Vikings. I am just learning to love them in a manner that does not rob me of my affections for Christ and it affects how I watch the game (or, on a few occasions, what I choose to do instead of watching part of the game).

But, I also feel some detachment stemming from the lack of anticipation within me. I no longer wonder if we will rise to the challenge of our foes. I do not sit on the edge of my figurative seat. I no longer feel the compulsion to watch every second of the game just in case there is a "must-see" moment. I already know what it looks like for Favre to nail a pass to any one of his talented receivers. Game summary: Our offense marches down the field and scores; our defense stops them or forces a turnover; repeat.

Don't get me wrong: I LOVE seeing the purple win. And I LOVE watching players display amazing feats of athleticism. I have still watched and/or listened to at least half of every game. But I have also found that I can miss a decent chunk of the first half and never wonder how myVikes are doing. I'll get around to watching the game whenever I get around to watching it because I already know how they're doing.

They're doing good. Too good to be true interesting.

I suppose it's just one more reason I am looking forward to the playoffs. I am ready to see those boys fight for the win.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Beautiful Saturday

I just had the most beautiful lazy Saturday.

It all started when my roommate made us the most delicious scrambled eggs for breakfast. I seriously can't remember the last time I made myself anything more than toast for breakfast. Can't. even. tell you. how much I love having a roommate that cooks.

And it only got better from there.

The rest of the day consisted of:
-assembling our Christmas tree while listening to Shane & Shane's glorious rendition of O Holy Night (along with several of my other favorite Christmas CDs)
-listening to my roommate read John's prologue out of her Igbo Bible
-looking through my roommate's childhood pictures
-learning to play a familiar game according to my roommate's childhood rules
-eating my roommate's spicy chicken soup for dinner with cheesecake-topped brownies for dessert (have I mentioned how much I love having a roommate that cooks???)
-spending some snugly time on the couch with a dear friend who will be leaving me shortly.

And to top it all off, I didn't change out of my pajamas for one single second of it.

By far the best lazy Saturday I have had in a long time.

Snifty Snakes

You have no idea how badly I want to play this game.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thanks Given....

...for the family that I love and enjoy so much that I feel mopey when I don't get to spend the holidays with them.

...for a family that treats me as one of their own when I can't make it home to be with my real family.
...for my dad's one-year anniversary of being in remission.
...for a job I enjoy with an employer I respect and a schedule that suits my life quite well.
...for the delightful taste of Pumpkin Spice Cappuccino.
...for the beauty of two bald eagles soaring over the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi River.
...for the tiny hands on my shoulders, the warm breath in my ear and the precious feeling of weight on my back as I carried the most darling little girl up the bluff to the farmhouse.
...for the provision of a small group and the good it does for my soul.
...for girls who desire to get into the Word together and the good that it, too, does for my soul.
...for a roommate who makes me laugh so hard that I get headaches because I forget to breathe.
...for friendships that are strong enough to span oceans.
...for life-long friends who gave me a chance even after they found me cross-stitching in my cabin by myself during free-time at winter camp.
...for Christmas music that I can finally listen to now that Thanksgiving is over.
...for the atoning work of Jesus Christ who covers me in his righteousness, reconciles me to God, strengthens me by his Spirit and fills me with all the fullness of God.
...for God's ability to "keep" me and the loving way he has used his Church to do so.
...for the hope that is born out of knowing God's love for us.

...for the warm, comfortable bed I am about to crawl into...

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Lyric of the Week

But I'm thinking of what Sarah said, that 'Love is watching someone die.'

So who's going to watch you die?

-What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Blackbird Wonder

I don't know that much about Bobby McFerrin, but the more I hear his work, the more I think I really like the guy.

They danced to one of his songs tonight on So You Think You Can Dance. It was ridiculously cool.

It probably doesn't hurt that I already loved this song. But even if it was a song I didn't like, hearing McFerrin perform something like this would almost certainly win me over.

He even makes his own echo.


Just listen.

Lyric of the Week

Finding my way back to sanity again

Though I don't really know what I am gonna do when I get there.

-Breathing by Lifehouse

Friday, November 13, 2009

Netflix: Epic Fail

I recently participated in a free, one-month Netflix trial. And guess what?

I failed.

That's right. I failed the trial.

At least that's what I am telling myself.

Since it was free, I signed up for the 3-DVDs-at-a-time version and spent a considerable amount of time filling out my queue with more movies than I could watch in a year, much less a month (when all was said and done, I ended up with 54 movies in my queue). I moved the three movies I was most anxious to see to the top of my list and received them in the mail just two days later. And then, and then, I set those three movies down excitedly on my coffee table....

.....where they remained unopened for 28 days until it was time for me to send them back and cancel my trial before I got charged.

I had Netflix for a month and didn't watch a single movie.

Well, that's not entirely true. I did watch one instant-play movie the day I signed up.

But still.

I think the point of offering free trials is to get you hooked and make you wonder how you ever lived without such-and-such a service so that you'll sign up for it. Unfortunately for Netflix, it just showed me how impractical their service would be for me right now.

My biggest gripe is that I still really want to see Lars and the Real Girl (which was in my house, on my coffee table for 28 days....but we're not going to talk about that....) and now I am going to have to pay for it.



Dear Boxelder Bugs,

Get out of my house or you will die.

Consider yourself warned.

All my love,
Eva Joy

Roommate Ramblings

I actually started this post almost a month ago, but then life got busy and I never finished it. Oh well. Here it is with some verb-tense changes and the addition of a few post-move observations.

News flash: I am getting got a roommate!!!!

She moves moved in on Oct 28th; I could not be more excited about this new development.

And what do I do when I am excited (and when I am missing evernorth)?

I make lists.

T7 Reasons I am Excited for My Roommate to Move In:
1) She loves Jesus. And she likes to have conversations about Jesus. And I have things I can learn from her.
2) The girl is friggin' hilarious. Seriously.
3) She has one of the best music collections in all of Rochester. I have high hopes that our time together will play a significant role in saving me from my limited musical experience.
4) I have found that the longer I live by myself the more protective I get of my space and my time and my convenience. I am looking forward to having to be mindful of somebody else again and to have those little opportunities for service that arise more frequently when two (or more) people do life together.
5) Rent money.
6) It is going to be way more convenient to coordinate our viewing of So You Think You Can Dance.
7) It just might be all the motivation I need to get some of my stuff cleaned up and organized. (Post-move observation: This came true in some ways but not in others. For example, the effect on my desk and bed-mess was minimal, however, the effect on my closet was downright astonishing.)
Post-move addendum:
8) That girl can cook! I now come home to the delicious fragrance of homemade goodness and I have been generously invited to partake of said goodness on frequent occasions. I think I have officially decided that she makes the best (and hottest) chili I have ever had and I have a new-found hope that someday I might be the fortunate recipient of a fabulous plate of jollof rice.
9) She has made all kinds of fabulous contributions to the house including, but not limited to: non-slipcovered furniture, beautiful artwork to adorn the walls, an upright vacuum cleaner, a blender, TiVo, Netflix, a whole bookshelf full of books that I have not yet read, Nigerian peanuts and a fabulous laugh.
10) Her presence significantly decreases the amount of time I spend talking to myself and/or singing out loud and I, in turn, feel just a little less crazy.

T1 Reason I am NOT Looking Forward to My Roommate Moving In:
1) I am not sure I am in good enough shape for it. You see, nearly every time I hang out with my dear friend, I leave with a sore stomach and a headache from laughing so hard for so long. Therefore, until my body gets in better laughing shape, I am mildly concerned that the first few weeks (months?) could potentially be so fun that they become mildly miserable.

Meh. The pros WAY outweigh the cons.

Can't wait for her to move in!!!!

So glad she's here!!!!!

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Ephesians 1:1-14

A prayer of response.

Blessed be! Blessed be! Blessed be!

My heart yearns to see you receive the glory you deserve. How unspeakable that I should be a recipient of your glorious grace. I am humbled by my inability to obtain righteousness on my own. I depend wholly on the sacrifice of Christ on my behalf. I rest in his righteousness alone.

I am overwhelmed by the realities of what I have received - every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, adoption as a child of God, forgiveness of my trespasses, and an inheritance guaranteed by the Holy Spirit.

Unworthy! Unworthy am I!

Yet it is I whom you have chosen that you might be praised for your glorious grace.

Why do I struggle so to live in the reality of what I have received? Is it a matter of belief? My mind assents to the truths contained in this passage. But the belief alone does not stir me. God, by your grace, stir my affections! Grace and more grace!! I am ever falling upon it.

I commit myself to the study of your Word. As I look, reveal yourself to me that I may see and, in seeing, may I be transformed in such a way that you receive praise for your ever-present glorious grace in my life.

You have freely given so much. May my life be a testament to the riches I have received.