My Name Isn’t Jenny, But He’s Still Got My Number

I’m not the type to see demons around every corner. In fact, I don’t see them at all; they are totally off my radar screen. So keep in mind that I’m rather conservative in this department as you read the rest of this post.

This has been a hard fall for me. As I recap it in my mind, I can probably pinpoint things further back than the fall. I experienced probably my first real bout of depression when we got the $7,000 hospital bill from Illinois for Millie from last November (which still hasn’t been resolved, btw). There was a definite moment of joy when I was offered the job I’m currently doing for GWN with the possibility of further writing with/for them in the future. But it really seems that as soon as I signed on for this, we (I?) began to take a pretty significant spiritual hit.

I don’t think I’m necessarily that big of a threat to all things evil, so the fact that I’m feeling the arrows flying at me is surprising me. Maybe it shouldn’t.

We’ve had some pretty major relational struggles with one of our kids this fall. It is killing me to watch her walk through this and know that I really can’t do anything about it. In fact, my responses to her sin is almost always to sin right back at her. And that’s killing me, too.

Resolved that I can’t resolve to do anything about this, I began really praying this week. Not just sort-of praying as is my normal custom, but really praying. And reading the Bible, not just with my kids for the Bible portion of our school day, but reading it again because I need to read it again. On day two of this, I was rewarded by probably the worst day with this particular child I have ever had.

When Craig came home I did my little whine routine, where I said something stupid like, “That’s what I get for reading the Bible again,” and, “if this is how caring gets rewarded I think I prefer apathy.” Good, godly truth flowing out of me right there.

He looked at me and said, “I think your week has been pulled up in Satan’s Rolodex.”

Craig’s not a demon-hunter either, so when he said that, we both just laughed. But the more I’m thinking about it the more I’m thinking he’s right: somehow my number has come up in the queue, and I’m getting all kinds of crank calls.

I think it’s time to change my number and report the perpetrator.

Update to add:
I’ve had “867-5309” playing over and over in my head ever since posting this.

How to Spend $68 for a Can of Pumpkin

The girls are having a medieval feast at school tomorrow, and I signed up to bring wheat bread, a pumpkin loaf, and cloth napkins. I made the bread this morning and will dig out the cloth napkins two minutes before we leave tomorrow. I didn’t have a single can of pumpkin in the house which is weird because I usually stockpile that stuff when it goes on sale and then never use it. Looks like I used it all last year.

So on the way home from choir practice tonight I stopped by the store to get a $0.67 can of pumpkin, only I really needed two, so twice that. While in, though, I thought, “Hmm, I wonder if they have turkeys on sale.” Sure enough they did, but the catch was that you had to spend $50 in other items to get the cheap turkey. So yes I did. I ran around the store with three kids (did I mention we had someone coming over to our house to meet with us and I was afraid he was going to beat me there?) finding $50 of stuff we actually needed so that I could get the cheap (cheap is relative; in Colorado Springs they always sold turkeys for a flat $5 with an additional purchase. Here they go for $0.67/pound which adds up to a lot more than $5 per turkey, but I digress…) turkey.

We checked out and made it home with a whole stash of unplanned groceries exactly 45 seconds before one of our church elders pulled up. Whew!

And that’s how you spend $68 for a can of pumpkin.