Maybe I'm Going About This All Wrong
I'm not sure what that headline has to do with anything, but I thought it sounded neat. Though I wonder, if everything I think I'm doing is all wrong, that at any moment this veil will be lifted, I'll discover another set of corneas, and the world will be revealed to me as it truly is. Or, maybe this is it, I see everything, and I just really need to stop procrastinating and go to the laundromat.
I had the opportunity last night to go to a lounge/club with some friends. It would have been a hip and late night. I would have put on nice clothes, curled my hair or at least twisted it up into some semi-elaborate style, and put some colorful powders and chemicals on my face to make me look "pretty". Instead, I opted to order in some Italian, have one glass of wine, and enjoy the cultural milestone that is Mystery Science Theater 3000. I don't know what it was, but staying inside seemed much more appealing than the forgery of personality that occurs in establishments like the one I would have visited yetserevening. I won't meet anyone while watching my DVDs of robots and droll space banter and bad movies, but I really didn't mind. There's a fine line between giving up completely, and letting God do what God does; I'll just take it on faith, though, that the love of my life wasn't waiting for me last night at the bar inside "Scorpions".
I mentioned in my last post that I got flowers, randomly. There's a little more to the story, and some of you may roll your eyes when I tell it, so I'll just put it out there and take it for what it's worth. Earlier in the week, my mom sent me an email "chain letter" that I was supposed to pass onto seven friends, including the person who sent it to me. If I sent it on to seven people within five minutes and made a wish, my wish would come true. The content of the letter was a prayer to Saint Theresa of the Little Flower. Catholics believe that prays to St. Theresa bring roses when those prayers are going to be answered. I haven't so much "practiced" being a Catholic for a few years, as I've been busier reading and praying on the word of God in the Bible, and allowing my own faith to bloom in the large community that is Christ. But my roots are still meaningful to me. So I sent the letter onto five girlfriends, one of my brothers, and back again to my mother. I said the prayer, and also a few other prayers of my own. I felt that any minder to pray wasn't a bad idea; sure, it's a chain letter, but for a few minutes I quietly offered up my prayers to God.
That was on the 11th. Yesterday, I got roses delivered to me at my office from a friend who like I said, had heard I'd had a bad day. He wasn't one of the people who got the letter I forwarded along. The timing was noteworthy to me; I can't remember the last time someone got flowers for me. It's got to be at least over a year (not counting my mother - she and I send each other arrangements randomly as sort of a sweet mother/daughter inside joke). We don't often send roses, though. I called my mom that afternoon I got the roses and told her what happened. "I guess your prayers are going to be answered," she said. I would be too hard-shelled to say it didn't thrill me to hear that, but I always remember when God answers prayers, he always reserves the right to say "No." It will be seen.
I had the opportunity last night to go to a lounge/club with some friends. It would have been a hip and late night. I would have put on nice clothes, curled my hair or at least twisted it up into some semi-elaborate style, and put some colorful powders and chemicals on my face to make me look "pretty". Instead, I opted to order in some Italian, have one glass of wine, and enjoy the cultural milestone that is Mystery Science Theater 3000. I don't know what it was, but staying inside seemed much more appealing than the forgery of personality that occurs in establishments like the one I would have visited yetserevening. I won't meet anyone while watching my DVDs of robots and droll space banter and bad movies, but I really didn't mind. There's a fine line between giving up completely, and letting God do what God does; I'll just take it on faith, though, that the love of my life wasn't waiting for me last night at the bar inside "Scorpions".
I mentioned in my last post that I got flowers, randomly. There's a little more to the story, and some of you may roll your eyes when I tell it, so I'll just put it out there and take it for what it's worth. Earlier in the week, my mom sent me an email "chain letter" that I was supposed to pass onto seven friends, including the person who sent it to me. If I sent it on to seven people within five minutes and made a wish, my wish would come true. The content of the letter was a prayer to Saint Theresa of the Little Flower. Catholics believe that prays to St. Theresa bring roses when those prayers are going to be answered. I haven't so much "practiced" being a Catholic for a few years, as I've been busier reading and praying on the word of God in the Bible, and allowing my own faith to bloom in the large community that is Christ. But my roots are still meaningful to me. So I sent the letter onto five girlfriends, one of my brothers, and back again to my mother. I said the prayer, and also a few other prayers of my own. I felt that any minder to pray wasn't a bad idea; sure, it's a chain letter, but for a few minutes I quietly offered up my prayers to God.
That was on the 11th. Yesterday, I got roses delivered to me at my office from a friend who like I said, had heard I'd had a bad day. He wasn't one of the people who got the letter I forwarded along. The timing was noteworthy to me; I can't remember the last time someone got flowers for me. It's got to be at least over a year (not counting my mother - she and I send each other arrangements randomly as sort of a sweet mother/daughter inside joke). We don't often send roses, though. I called my mom that afternoon I got the roses and told her what happened. "I guess your prayers are going to be answered," she said. I would be too hard-shelled to say it didn't thrill me to hear that, but I always remember when God answers prayers, he always reserves the right to say "No." It will be seen.
posted by The Semi-Pro Chef at Saturday, January 21, 2006
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