…there will be a little girl who grows up and remembers how on her fourth birthday her teacher poked her in the eye with the headband the teacher was trying to put back on her head. when she looks back on this painful event and the sad evil put upon her; she will see my face.
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In the midst of other more important things that took place in Cambodia, I took out my nose ring. Upon arrival our leader, and my good friend, Hannah came up to me privately and told me that she had just found out that nose rings were a gang symbol there. In the interest of not appearing to support gang culture or offend the Cambodians in general I took my nose ring out. My piercing subsequently closed and I simply told myself I would get it re-done sometime after we got home.
A few weeks have passed. I had been working a lot until last week, which I took off so that I would have one last week before fall classes began. It was a great week. I checked off a lot of things on my to-do list- read books, hang out in coffee shops for as long as I want, hang out with people, go see the new Harry Potter, ect. On Friday I decided to check off the nose piercing as well. I got a recommendation and set off. The great thing about it was that the tattoo/piercing shop was about one block away from our home. I remembered how fun it was the last time getting it done with the Caldwells in Nashville. I remembered that it barely hurt at all. Basically I had great expectations about the whole thing.
Sadly, it was not the same this second time around. It felt pretty good that when I walked in they were playing NPR’s Fresh Air…it was not until I had signed in and paid that I sat down and saw the Playboy magazines strewn about the waiting room. Nice. Real nice aside from the subjugation of women and enslavement of men. When they were ready for me I entered a small room with a guy who immediately put on very loud, screamo music. I am not sure that “screamo” is the correct term for such music but hopefully it gives you an idea of what I am talking about…I was already uncomfortable and I should have known when I picked up the prospective piercing and commented that it was a bigger size than the last one that I was in trouble.
I totally became a wimp the moment that needle hit my nose. My eyes teared up and I looked down to see him cleaning blood off my face. I was unprepared for it all. My face hurt so bad for the next two hours or so…basically until the pain meds and Harry Potter kicked in. Since then it has continued to hurt and bleed and occasionally swell and I will freely admit that I have been a total wimp about it all. After the first piercing I was all impressed with myself for barely blinking and thought “wow I must have a high pain tolerance”… I now simply have to laugh at myself for ever having had the thought. No more 16 gauge piercings for me.
When the blood and swelling has gone away though I will take myself back to a parlor somewhere for a smaller gauge piercing. I am after all, I think/hope, not too wimpy for it still.
So that is the- probably more boring than I should have shared-story…but I figure it beats the- how many hundreds of dollars I have spent on school books this semester- story. I pray that you all have a peaceful night. May we all live in awareness of God, ourselves, and others every single moment of the day. May we all enjoy the wonderful and creative possibility for art God has put inside us all…even that, which comes in size 16.
…health care reform could have already been paid for with the cost of the Iraq war.
priorities. priorities. clearly we value death of life.
we are willing to kill people, whether for war or abortion…yet we are not willing to pay to save lives. sad.
I keep hearing people talk about how they do not want to pay for others’ coverage. as a christian though I cannot agree with this statement. One day I will stand before Christ and he/she will ask me how I cared for those in need. whether it is out of my taxes or pocket I want to be able to reply that I cared as best as I could.
The Lord be with us all…Especially those who are sick today and have no hope of seeing a doctor because they cannot afford it…and with those who just lost their homes because their medical bills led them to bankruptcy and foreclosure.
…we have been trying to eat at home more. this involves actually putting a meal on the calender for each night. yesterday salads. today corn on the cob, mushroom and onion sandwiches, baked fries, gilmore girls. tomorrow broccoli, carrots, and rice.
…I have been in a self imposed reading frenzy. the summer is almost up and I am not nearly done with my reading list. I should not have added so many books over the summer.
…we have been trying out the farmers market finally. sad thing is I bought plumbs the other day and then realized they were from California. doesn’t that defeat the point?
…speaking of California. my sister and her family moved there this week. Christmas in Riverside would not be bad.
…God graced Phillip and I with awesome front porch furniture that we have been dreaming of. Goodwill is amazing. they will give you a wooden bench, two wooden chairs, and a table for $65. this creates the perfect environment for front porch picnics with friends and their new puppies.
…I have been able to hang out with great friends a lot. whether it is conversations on the front porch, conversations in book shops, conversations over dinner, or spending an evening on the couch with friends blowing your ten o’clock bedtime it has all been great. i have also been blessed to reconnect with a friend via phone who lives a long way away and whom I had not talked to in a long time.
…on the flip side to hanging out with people are those friends who we seem to have lost touch with. we call and they do not call back. this always makes me sad.
…I have spent an evening with my grandmother. it is crazy to realize that at her age a lot of her energy goes into staying alive. tonight she was telling about how she needs a pacemaker because her heartbeat has slowed down and now she finds herself constantly tired. i am still rapping my mind around this.
…i have not been blogging that often. I want to, but the whole job thing and reading frenzy has slowed me down.
…i have been craving a good bike ride. perhaps we will pull them out for a ride down to “classics in the courtyard” this week. the promise is that we only have one helmet so I am paranoid about us both riding. bike helmets are cool, sexy, and indispensable in my own opinion.
…God has been teaching me a lot. I will blog more about this when I finally blog about Cambodia. all of this comes at a time where my heart is making me crave God’s word more and when my church community is demanding that we the church know the word more. I am very thankful to be stretched and challenged to not rely on the “ideas” I know from the bible or my own opinions about what the bible says, but to instead have to have scripture to back up what I say. I feel like it is a beautiful time for us all to grow together. unity in God’s spirit…there is nothing quite like it.
…i have begun dreaming about where God is going to lead Phillip and I after this year of school is over. i have no idea what is in store but there is a sense of expectation and trust in my heart. Jesus has us and all we are called to right now is prayer.
…i have had a huge crush on my husband.
…lately i have been dismayed at how our technology is used for the worst purposes. 40 people died from bombings in iraq this weekend. yesterday was the anniversary of us dropping an atomic bomb on a defenseless people. we have great medical advances but no real health care reform. God help us.
…lately I have been reminded to hope. in the face of all the crap. i believe and serve in a God that will have the final say. God’s reign will come. Come Lord. Come!