Chili for breakfast

Well folks,

I wanted to wake up early today so i set my alarm for 8:30 (yes that is early for me...be jealous). When it violently woke me up, I started my daily war of waking up vs. sleeping in. I always gave in to sleeping in and I could feel myself slipping. I couldn't slip today; I had things that I needed too! But I was falling back asleep! I quickly went to the tv turned it on and watched I love lucy. It was only afterwards when I realized that I defeated the purpose of getting up early and actually wasted over 30 minutes of time.

I had chili and cornbread for breakfast today like at 9:30. I actually have milk this week so I could have had cereal.  I also had eggs that are going to go bad soon...but I choose left over chili and cornbread. I am still not sure why. Perhaps it is was the easiest thing to reach without moving things around in the refrigerator.

I also had some really strong coffee. The night before I made the coffee pot ready and put my alarm by it so when I wake up to a nasty alarm I could just turn on my coffee maker. However, there was a mishap and my coffee drainy thingy in my pot got clogged and the coffee sat in the top for 20 minutes with all of the grounds (so happy for my crazy good starbucks skills). I still proceeded to drink that coffee practically feeling the hair growing on my chest. It was kinda chunky with grounds too. I could have thrown it out and made a new pot...but I didn't.

So there I was in my PJ's thinking, "this morning could have been better". I could have gotten up and actually done something. I could have made an awesome egg and bagel breakfast (even though my fiance makes it much better) and good coffee. Do I have the spiritual gift of Laziness or what?

I know, I know, it is not a spiritual gift. It is more like a curse. If it requires any effort I avoid it like the plague.. BUTTTTTT maybe being the lazy is not the issue with my "I love lucy", chilli, and bad coffee morning. PERHAPS, it is because I am poor. I didn't want to have my chili go bad and didn't want to waste it (just forget what I said earlier about my eggs about to go bad) and I didn't want to waste coffee because everything is so bleepity bleep expensive here.... just don't mind the fact that I don't like coffee in the first place and hardly ever drink it. Now, maybe I can find a poor excuse for watching I love lucy (pun intended thank you very much)

okay, okay, I am lazy. well...I am poor too. I have had the humbling experience of getting crazy amounts of canned food from a church that I don't go to because I was on the list of poor people that church goers their knew and I count my pennies every morning hoping I have enough for the bus rather than trying to find a ride to school or worse.....biking. Man, Biking is so hard and it sucks especailly when it is cold and there is FREAKING SNOW OUTSIDE! oh wait, I am back to being lazy.

well, all of this to say... well nothing. I just wanted people to know that I had chili for breakfast and I didn't even fart today.

"I'll always use you"

I have this image of me laying down with my arms and legs spread out like a star on the Sahara sands. If I were able to move my head from facing the blaring sun I would only see dunes surrounding me. My sandy lips are screaming for water and my lungs are panting for more air. There is a castle near by, surrounded by water, in fact, I use to live there. All I needed was within that castle; I am royalty and the king longs for me. But alas, here I am. I lost my footing and ended up here.

For the past couple months, maybe even years, this is where my spiritual life has been. I know where I belong, but I feel dry and lost.

But my King is faithful. Here I am laying in the desert wondering where I will find my water and he speaks to me. He brings friends and conversations, images of his desire for the two of us, and he gives me hope that I am still his.

This happened today when a friend came by to chat and I realized that this week The Faithful One has taught me so much. He has spoken to me three random things, all that I needed to hear as I was saying them (in most cases, to someone else.)

1. If you live simply. that allows God to be shown even more glorious.
2. You'll never be the "Ideal Christian"so stop comparing yourself to impossible "idealized Christian" and set your eyes on Jesus, run towards him instead. He needs to be your goal.
3. Don't try to Separate God from school work but ask him to reveal himself to you through your learning, assignments and work.

I had a humbling moment when I realized how God spoke all these things through me. I knew as I was saying them that this is not coming from me (who is broken and weak) but from the spirit of my father that is still with me.

You may or may not agree with what I listed but I know that it was what I needed to hear to be encouraged and for my friend. Our conversation was a blessing to both of us (for she in turn uplifted me).

The point I am trying to make, my friends, is... "The one who calls you is faithful and he will do it." (1 thess 5:24) Praise him from where all blessing flow. He sustains us and pursues us even when we are surrounded by dunes blinded by the sun.

Sincerely,
The Desert Princess

past my bedtime

I find myself having an inner conflict. Yes, a conflict. There are two parts within me battling to win this fight. This battle is one that involves two distinct selves: my African self and my Canadian self (the irony is that my true blooded A-mur-ican self is dormant as usual).

oh right, is battle is about weather. So here is the thing, I die in the cold. Today, it literally felt like a frozen hell devoured my soul. But... if it snows more then there is no school. Can you guess what part the African Faith and the Canadian Faith wants?

This leads me to my second topic to talk about... (suspenseful sound effects here)

Boobs. (if you think really hard you could probably think of the connection)

I am glad that I have your attention.

One of the best thing about being in Psychology is that I get to take a course on Human Sexuality. In the first class, my professor asked a basic question, " what do men usually look at when the see women?"

Now, I am not a man (Praise Jesus) but I am not stupid (despite my horrible grammar). I was not fooled by the awkward silence in the class that was broken when a male student answered, "Their face?"

Hmmm, good one, sly kid in the front with dorky glasses surrounded by attractive female students. This answer along with others simular to it were clearly not what my prof was looking for.

So, I loudly, in a nonchalant way, declared, "Boobs!" My proffesor who is a middle aged man turns to me, lowers his eyebrows and replies "They are called breasts."

I shut up for the rest of the class, not because I felt stupid or ashamed but because I was fairly confused. Was I being disrespectful to my gender by calling breasts boobs? Is that a term that disgraces the female body? After much thought, I don't think so. I cannot think of the last time my friends and I referred to our ladies as "breasts". Maybe it is an age thing... prehaps when our grandmothers were younger and brushed their friend's money makers without meaning too, they called them accidental "breast grabs" instead of "boob grabs" (that is normal in university, right?)

Yes, I do think the word breasts is a more formal/medical term. Usually, when breasts are referred too I think of Breast Cancer or Breast feeding. I don't think I will be in a clinic anytime soon where the Doctor tells you he needs give you a check up for boob cancer or young mothers ask each other how boob feeding is going. This only produces unwanted graphic images.

Boob is a great word. How many words actually resemble their meaning. Win 1 for the double "oo's"!