Sprint wins again

Well, we’ve signed up for 2 more years with sprint. I must say, I love the power you have with your cell phone company when you tell them you are thinking about leaving. I told sprint I was looking at AT&T for the iPhone and Verizon because of family. Once they heard that I was transfered to the big dogs in “customer retention.”

After talking for a while I was able to score 500 free text a month on both lines, and free nights and weekends starting at 6 p.m. for both lines. I also got a new smart phone (moto q9c) for $100.

At the end of the day it works because we couldn’t afford to switch carriers anyway… after new phones, set up fees, etc… we’d end up losing in the long run (that and no one has a plan that is as good as ours and at the rate we get.)… so, 2 more years with sprint… Sorry Dev…

Monday’s Musings on Sunday’s Sermon

Last week I finally got around to taking the expository listening quiz that ryan found so interesting. It was slightly convicting to be honest.

Don’t go expecting Jenn’s weekly musings or anything though….they will remain as they are, random & not well thought-out.

Without further ado this is what I heard on Sunday:
Ecclesiastes 9:1-12

God is in control/sovereign, even when we think things are bad/out of control.

I’m generally ok with this. I realize there are times/areas I try to control & it doesn’t mean i enjoy suffering (or seeing it), but generally speaking, I’m quite aware of my inability to make things work….and I’m quite comforted by the fact that “even if I don’t know, God does & he’s stronger & smarter than me”. What I don’t like is the thought of senseless suffering, which is what it would be if God were not behind it. I esp. enjoyed the C.S. Lewis quote on “the problem w/pain”: “God is more interested in your holiness than your happiness” (sorry if that was misquoted).

Everyone Will Die. Most of us would live differently if we knew exactly how much time we had.

I was reminded of a quote from the movie, “Crazy Sexy Cancer” when she said, (again, probably not exact): “Cancer isn’t killing me, it’s forcing me to live.”

If you’re alive there’s still hope.

Life is short & time is stolen, sucked away by hate & bitterness.

Um, yeah. Let’s not do that.

“push pause on your fast-paced life”

I believe the exact phrasing was, “share a meal together” at which point I got a little sidetracked thinking about food….mmm…..

Work hard b/c your significance is not WHAT you accomplish but WHO you accomplish it for

that would be God, right?


Decided to change my facebook avatar this morning & stumbled on these two pictures. First is just really funny, the second I felt necessary to show her “sweet” face. This was at the airport 2wks ago.




We’ve been using a microwave.

For those who have managed to not catch on that we’re crazy health-nut weirdo’s, this falls into that category. A couple years ago we got rid of our microwave for a myriad of reasons that I’m not in the mood to propagate at the moment. It’s like most any new endeavor, at first it was annoying but it just became normal & we didn’t really think much of it.

With moving to Orlando & knowing our schedules will be crazier balancing family, school, work, church ect. I knew something in the food department was going to have to give. So for the past 6mo i’ve been internally deliberating what would be compromised. It was a surprisingly difficult decision….one that will probably have to be re-evaluated from time to time. Most difficult was that a lot of things I do (like mill wheat & make bread) are because I don’t want to compromise on health, but also we can’t spend the money on the quality of bread that I would prefer to buy. So I make my own. Thankfully, I really enjoy it as well.

Anyhow, I finally decided to come back to modern society & utelize the microwave. However, there are rules. Only for leftovers. This sounds like not much, but consider the time & dishes used to re-heat food outside of the microwave. Trust me, it’s significant. And ashamedly, i’ve been loving every micro-second. ;)

I also haven’t been making yogurt. This is honestly primarily b/c i really do NOT like making yogurt. But it really does save a LOT of money to make your own, esp. when you go through 3-4 qt’s a week. Ugh. We’ll see.

So it’s out. We use a microwave.

Jenn’s B-day

Yesterday Jenn turned 29.

You run and run
and then you run more.
As the sun rises
you head out the door.

Feet pound the ground.
Your face turns to red.
You start to forget
all the comforts of bed.

Breath in and breath out.
1 mile is done.
On to the second.
It starts to get fun.

You keep up the pace.
Your feet they move on.
You start mile three
and its just barely dawn.

Mile three it now seems
is easier than past.
Another mile or two?
Sounds like a blast.

But your duty it calls.
There is stuff to get done.
But part of you wishes
you could continue to run.

It is fun to watch
as enter the door.
Fulfilled from run
and still wanting to run more.

Your dive and your joy
in this new hobby of yours
is something that I
have grown to adore.

And some day I’m sure
you’ll complete your great goal.
Twenty six and point two
Testing heart, mind and soul.

While I’ll do what I can
to help along the way,
maybe it can start next Thursday
When we go on our date.

(Next Thursday we’ll go see this movie)

Taking it back to the 90’s

This is taking it back a bit & i’m again revealing my super-un-coolness….but a song I’ve REALLY been enjoying during my morning runs has been “dandelions” by five iron frenzy. Before listening to it while running I don’t think i ever really listened to they lyrics…there are parts that honestly move me to tears…which feels silly..tearing up jogging listening to a light, pop-ska song…oh well.

The premise is seeing “flowers in these weeds”.

Two sections that “get” me:

Because i’m a mom & i remember picking dandelions for my mom.

Running to her beaming bright,
while cradling his prize.
A flickering of yellow light,
within his mother’s eyes.
She holds them to her heart,
keeping them where they’ll be safe,
clasped within her very marrow,
dandelions in a vase.

She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds.
all hope is found.
Here is everything he needs.

& because I’m a “flawed saint”:

Fathomless your endless mercy,
weight I could not lift.
Where do I fit in this puzzle,
what good are these gifts?
Not a martyr, or a saint,
scarcely can I struggle through.
All that I have ever wanted,
was to give my best to you.

Lord, search my heart,
create in me something clean.
you see flowers in these weeds.