1. Can’t get away from the orphans! No Greater Joy Mom (Adeye) and her husband Anthony are trying to spring little Faith from the Pleven orphanage, one of the most disgusting, awful places on Earth. Poor little Faith is 14 years old and weighs only 14 pounds… yes, 14 pounds due to severe malnutrition. And yet, hearing Adeye talk about how she and Anthony are called to rescue this little one, how they already love her despite all her health problems and the multitude of challenges she’ll face… it fills my heart with joy. If you have some extra cash, they’d definitely appreciate a donation.
2. Some of the seeds I planted actually came up! It’s an Easter miracle! You guys have to understand, I’m a gardening newbie (this being my 2nd year of having a garden) and I totally suck at getting seeds to sprout. Precious few of my carrots have sprouted. The grass seed I put down only came up sporadically. I gave up on my Swiss Chard seeds coming up and bought transplants from the nursery. My lettuce and spinach didn’t come up at all, but that’s probably because I used last year’s seeds. Hopefully I’ll have better luck with the new seeds I ordered.
3. The title of this post comes from a hymn. You may think it’s one of my favorite hymns or that it has some special meaning for me. In reality, I think it’s kind of annoying; however, it ALWAYS gets stuck in my head when I’m planting seeds!
4. I suppose the title of this post could also be a metaphor for my life in a mixed marriage. I’m always trying to plant seeds of faith in my husband. Don’t get me wrong, I do love him as he is; I pray for his conversion because I think he’s missing out on something wonderful. Let’s hope the seeds I plant in DH’s heart germinate better than the ones in my garden.
5. When you live in the town where you went to college, occasionally you run into your old professors. Sometimes that’s nice. Sometimes you just hope and pray that they don’t recognize you. Mercifully, the prof I had freshman year didn’t recognize me outside the grocery store yesterday (or if he did, he was too busy shouting into his cell phone to say so). I thought he taught a pretty worthless subject and essentially told him so in class one day; luckily that was [cough] years ago so maybe he’s forgotten me. Why did I tell him that, you ask? Well, at the time my rationale was that the guy was a blowhard and he had it coming. Most people’s stories of dumb things they did in undergrad involve partying too hard; mine usually involve telling off the wrong person.
6. Finally, here’s a question for anyone who wants to answer: is it OK to attend an ex-boyfriend’s wedding? My college boyfriend invited me and DH to his wedding reception the other day. He and his fiancé live about 1000 miles away; they are having a small ceremony where they live and later on, a party here in the college town. I haven’t yet given him an answer. On the one hand, that was ancient history, I’m happily married now and I wish the two of them well. On the other hand, I’ve never met his fiancé and would hate to make her feel awkward. Thoughts?
7. It’s Friday, so we need a song! This Friday’s song is “Weapon of Choice” by Fatboy Slim. I’ve always wanted to dance around a hotel lobby like Christopher Walken does in this video.