I left off last blog post with the news that God has been placing his thumb on some not-so-beautiful parts of my heart…and to be honest, it has continued. I’m usually quick to repent and get back to believing and acting out that I’m God’s favorite (sorry, it’s a “baby of the family” thing I never outgrew), but He has been really elongating this process…overly busy in pointing out some junk. For all of this, I am grateful, in a pain-loving kind of way. But…drum roll, please….ah…today was a reprieve from the heavy hand of the Lord and I know this because I am feeling F-U-N-N-Y! All sorts of comedy material going on in my head today and if you feel like indulging on the small, hilarious things in my life, please read on.
To start, I am a big fan of 88.5 FM here because this is clearly the station where they play love songs all day. It is also the station I turn to when I need to feel good about my Thai studies…you see…love songs are universal…they use words like “always”, “love” “someone” pretty much all the time and they sing it slowly. Perfect. Finally, that summer in the 1980’s with Richard Marx in my swanky walkman is paying some serious dividends. I get the gist of it all and sing along when I catch a word I know. If God can use a lonely summer of Richard Marx to further His Gospel, then whatever it is that other people are needing help with is chump change.
Next…and I’ve been meaning to mention this for awhile…I don’t know what it is that the USDA is doing in regards to meat in America, but whatever it is…they got it goin’ on….and this is why…whatever their magic act is to make meat NOT smell should be marketed and brought over here. I imagine if I took a long, investigative glance at the USDA, I would probably disagree with a lot of what they do, but right now, I’m handing out some serious props to their ability to package and de-smell meat. And then…get this…I find out today in Thai class that the word for “Stinky” is “Men” (falling tone). Really…this country just keeps on giving me more hilarious material.
It’s so bad that after walking through the meat section, I congratulate myself with a donut sugar twist and diet coke on the way to the checkout. This is necessary to undo the men-raunchy meat smell connection… a must have.
Props to the United States Department of Agriculture! I celebrate you weekly!
And lastly, while this is not funny, we are on our third iron since getting here (Now that I have my wonderful dryer, it won’t be so overworked…come to think of it…maybe they break in America that much too, but we don’t know because we are a dryer-loving people…). Hoping that this one will last us at least through the year…we are averaging a new iron every 2 months. WHAT??
And that, my friends is it for today’s ridiculous monologue of what goes on in my brain…Thank you Lord, for the fun reprieve!