10.11.2009

The weekend update with Seth Meyer. Just Kidding.

Yes, yes, I passed the second time. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. I probably could have taken it immediately after I failed it on Thursday and passed because they recycle the questions. So there's that. It's official. Mrs. Mary Imogene Armstrong. Next, insurance and the bank.

This weekend I went to Satcher's lake house on Lake Junaluska to celebrate the singleness of a one, Miss Jordan Kinder. Fun times all around. Waaaaaay too much junk food--but still fun times. The lake was gorgeous (even though the guy at Movie Gallery told us it was polluted by a paper plant up-river--i.e. they've pulled two-headed fish out of it. Hooray! Anyone fancy a swim?) and the leaves were changing significantly more there than they are here. When I "decorated" for fall last week I had to go to the font of our apartment complex to find a tree that actually had some pretty changing leaves. And of course it was landscaped and had a spotlight so I was pretty sketchy throwing branches in the backseat of my car. I just took my kitchen shears and chopped away. All that to say, I could have chosen any tree in the mountains this weekend because they were all gloriously fall. The legend is, I think, that when the leaves begin change it's because Jack Frost is walking around the forest blowing on the trees and bringing winter with every breath. Truthfully, I think it is God showing us how beautiful death can be. And that it is, in fact, not the worst thing. Someone once said that "death is not a period but a comma in the story of life." Thank goodness, (thank Jesus), it's true. Fall is not just the colorful death of foliage, it's also harvest time-- I think it's interesting that God chose to pair those two things together. It's a purposeful juxtaposition--nature screams his purposes and his praises all the time, I think. The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Psalm 19:1 In the death of Jesus Christ is the harvest of mankind. In the death of our sinful nature and earthly desires is the harvest of the fruit of the Spirit, our character. Ah, life lessons. Death lessons? Hm.

This week. Will probably be fast. We have Andrew Bauman's wedding this weekend so everything points to that. Not gonna lie, I'm looking forward to a weekend at home. I've been burning up I-40 the past couple of weeks and I'm ready to give Stella Dijon the Avalon a rest. I'm in desperate need of a haircut--a trim really. Just to keep these luscious locks healthy and strong. That's about it, really. I'll keep you posted.

Over and out.

3 comments:

  1. Fun way to keep up with you, MG! You and Kelly should write a book (or something) together...
    XOXXOXOXOXXO

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  2. Hmm... a good band that I know called The Dirt and the Flood talks about the beauty that we overlook in death. Check out "The Golden Tree".... what a great gift we have been given, that we can have "no guilt in life nor fear in death", that we can live to praise the Father with our entire being while at the same time eagerly await the time when all will be made known, knew and whole!

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