Square Pegs in Round Holes

square-watermelons-1Someone in Japan didn’t watch the old margarine commercial where Mother Nature brings on a show of thunder and lightning after eating Chiffon margarine that she thought was butter. “It’s not nice to fool Mother Nature!” she says as the thunder rolls and the animals cower.

So what would she think of this photo from Japan?

Square watermelons!

Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for progress. And good food. And plenty of fridge space.

The idea behind the square watermelon is that it fits better in the fridge and is easier to cut.

Guess they never watched Gallagher with a sledge-o-matic! Not sure he cares. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gasAFyonmmI (sorry for the bad word. Just watch the first part :0)

 

But maybe he does! No one has to worry about that pesky watermelon rolling off the table just as the sledge-o-matic falls to splatter said watermelon across the first 3 rows of people who hopefully wore rain coats to the show.

But something about the picture got to me.

Did anybody ask the watermelon how it felt about being squished into a square?

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Not to get all Earth Mama on you, but did they? Does it matter? Is it just another improvement and another quirky thing and who cares?

I guess the thing that bothers me is that mankind is never satisfied with things as they are. And God did create us with intelligence and curiosity. Where would we be without it? But how far is too far?

There is a big push back right now against GMO or genetically modified foods and wondering at the health implications and I don’t want to get into that here. Google it. There is a wealth of info on the safety of our food and how government and big business affects what you and I put in our shopping carts.

But my question is this….when we can so manipulate things like watermelon for convenience, do we do the same with people?

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I always have marched to the beat of my own drummer. Just ask my Mama! Really, each of us should.

Yes, cooperation. Yes, manners. Yes, there are things that we need to come together on so that society can function. Yes, we need to learn to work together and get along and hold jobs and do meaningful work on this planet.

But God made me who I am. And I am not like anyone else. I am unique. (Ask Man of my Dreams!) I may remind you of somebody, but when God knit me together in my mother’s womb putting DNA data from two unique individuals to create another individual, the Kim that was created is the only one. (If you have children, you know what I’m talking about! Your kids may share some attributes, but they are not alike.)

And this probably sounds a little crazy and probably too deep for the watermelon farmer in Japan who just tried to solve the problem his wife was having with not enough storage space for that darned round watermelon, but I felt sad for those little melons all squished into boxes that they were never designed for.

I know how it feels. Being pushed into a box at work or school that just doesn’t quite fit. Told to stay there because that is what is acceptable. Even as you grown and change and the box pinches and you. just. want. out.

More and more society wants everything homogenized. Manageable. We get used to our boxes and seek a safe life. An understanding of how life works so we can manage it. No surprises like a kid who learns better standing by his desk jumping up and down. Or a job loss. Or someone who does not love us anymore.

Man of my dreams and I recently embarked on an adventure of getting from the life we have to the life we want. And the life we believe God wants for us. It is a Grand Adventure and there is a spark in my tummy that wasn’t there a few weeks ago. We’ve seen the signs on the path “Here there be Dragons” but we are forging ahead anyway.

Anything worth having is worth slaying a few dragons.

Or refusing to be put into the box so your life looks like everyone else’s.

What about you? Box? Or No Box? Love to hear your thoughts!

Lessons from Chocolate

Un cuore nel cioccolatoToday women from our church and community gathered for a baby shower. We ooh-ed and ah-ed over tiny crocheted cowboy boots and the scent of baby wash and the softness of tiny sleepers.

It was a good afternoon. There was cake. That I didn’t have to make. Any event is better with cake. And punch. And nuts. And cookies.

(And did I say there was cake?)

We laughed. A lot. And shared experiences. And felt the joy that comes from being with other women and being in a community of caring and coming together for celebration.

Celebrating life. And love. And hope.

Because you cannot look at a glowing expectant woman as the saying goes, “great with child” and not have hope for the future.

And God spoke. (Or I can get all King James on you, and say, He SPAKE.)

To me.

Through chocolate.

Man of My Dreams and I have been spending some time talking about the next phase of our lives. What we want it to look like. What we need to get there.

And we always come back to time.

Time to do the things we are gifted to do. Time for each other. Time to see our kids and one day, grand kids.

And time. Our lives are so busy and chaotic, how do we dig out of the chaos when we have no time? It felt like an insurmountable mountain. How do you get time when you have no time?

I believe God answers prayers. And I believe He speaks to us every day. We just have to look and listen.

We decorated for the shower with gift bags of baby things and scattered bright blue Dove chocolates on the tables for the guests enjoyment. (Even more important to a ladies event than cake is chocolate.)

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I unwrapped the bright blue foil and savored the chocolate, then turned it over and read the message inside…..

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And suddenly all the worries about how do we get from point A to point B seemed pointless. I realized as the chatter faded around me that the journey of a thousand miles truly begins with a step. And the answer to the insurmountable is to MAKE TIME for myself.

Dr. Phil once told me that you have to take care of yourself so you can take care of others.

And as women, isn’t that the hardest thing? If we’re hungry and our kids are hungry, we feed them and we wait. If our kids need to go to the bathroom, we cross our legs and smile and they go first. (Is that altruistic or practical? Because if they wet on the floor we clean it up anyway?) If we need clothes and they need clothes, guess who we shop for? We are masters at taking care of others.

But this seemingly selfish message is something I’m hearing everywhere. And when I hear the same thing over and over? I know it is God.

I’m not sure how I am going to do that. MAKE time for myself. Say no? Get some rest? Seek first the Kingdom of God and He’ll add it to me with the all things?

I’ll update the journey here. But God has spoken. And given permission. And used chocolate. THAT is serious stuff. Only thing more serious is if He’d written it in Royal Icing on the cake.

How do you make time for yourself?

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Perfection……

I’m far from perfect. I named this blog Holy Life…Holey Wife because every day the life I want smacks right into the life I have. Like a train wreck.

The life I want? A life of peace. A life where I smile and wear pearls while serving friends low fat, gluten free, all natural, yet delicious gourmet cupcakes while we play bridge. Later, I’ll whip up a spectacular romantic candle lit meal for my loving hubby complete with roasted baby vegetables picked fresh that morning from our organic garden. We’ll discuss deep things of faith and current events. It’s a place where the laundry is done for more than 15 minutes at a time. Using good-for-the-environment laundry detergent I make myself for a nickel a load so that the money I saved can benefit the needy. Where I fall into bed at night with a contented sigh and wake up the next morning ready to greet the morning with a smile.

Yeah. Not the life I’m living.

I am a holey wife. Far from holy. Far from perfect.

My life is often like a train wreck that you just can’t tear your eyes away from.

Confession: I don’t know how to play bridge. And even if I did, I wouldn’t have time. More often than not, I greet my day with a groan knowing that the to-do list is going to whip my tail. Again.

I had an epiphany yesterday.

I am never going to be the woman I admired at DSW yesterday. About my age. Out shopping with a friend. Tanned. Fit. Perfectly manicured and pedicured. Yellow cotton sheath. Perfectly put together and wearing pearls. While shopping, for heaven’s sake! She was purse shopping. Looking at purses that I wouldn’t pay the discount price to have.

The thought went through my mind–“I want to be like her when I grow up!” Now, since I’m way past grown up, it is doubtful that I will suddenly become that vision of sophistication and put togetherness. (Especially since I never can figure out what shoes to wear with what outfit!)

But I could see that woman in my dream life. She’d be right at home I think, in a perfect world.

What she was shopping for.

What she was shopping for.

I’m not.

What I shopped for

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Welcome to my life. It may get messy here as I wrestle with faith, life, and what to cook for supper.

This is a real place. A real place where we’ll talk about how to get from the life we have to the life we want.

Real life. Real love. Real laughter.

Perfection not allowed.