Out the Window

Currently, I am staring out the window from the drive-up at work. I probably should be doing my homework or looking over a new program manual that I am going to have to know or study all the materials I got from the seminar I just had to go to, but for now, I am just going to look out the window at the trees behind the bank because I don't think I can absorb any more information right at this moment.

Our daughter Carrie just stopped by on her way to help Drew fix up their first apartment. She is extremely excited about how it is looking which is so good to see. She thought she was going to have to work tonight, but due to over staffing was given the opportunity to take off and help move stuff. I am glad she made that choice when given the option. I am anxious for Dan and I to get to see their place. It is all still hard for me to believe - this time the move out will not be temporary but that is good and the way it is supposed to be.

Last night Dan and I got to learn the Tango and the Hustle (which our teacher described as not John Travolta style - bummer). The Tango was a little difficult for me, but Dan seemed to remember this morning when we practiced. We may try our first "dance party" tomorrow night. We have six to get in before the end of the year! I just hope everyone doesn't get too dressed up - but I'm not thinking anyone will kick us out or anything.

Still been thinking a lot about the Michael Card concert we attended Monday night. I really like listening to him as he is mellow both in demeanor and style. His lyrics are always powerful and I had forgotten about all of the songs I used to listen to so much. (Plus there was a cello - need I say more.) I think maybe it would be good to start listening to some of them again. I think what we fill ourselves with - especially from a musical standpoint - can make such a difference. Lyrics stick with you - positive or not so positive. I remember the song that says, "It's hard to imagine the freedom you find, from the things you leave behind." When we were getting ready to sell our house in Illinois and move to Ohio, I played that song a lot. To me it wasn't necessarily meaning "things" in the literal sense like a home, job, and all the stuff we had to sell. To me "things" can mean control of and security in the familiar. At least to the extent that we think we have control and security. I wasn't necessarily happy to leave our family and friends, but I definitely felt a sense of purpose for our family - like we were actually acting on our faith and totally depending on God like we never had before. I don't feel so purposeful now - suppose no one feels that way all of the time. Sometimes I don't feel like I'm really acting on my faith so much anymore either. Why is that? I don't know...

The trees sure do look pretty. I am looking forward to going home and sharing a frozen pizza with Dan...