{26} There, and Back Again

On Sunday, six weeks to the day since I boarded a plane to Philadelphia, I’ll arrive home in Minneapolis for spring break.  “Arrive” sounds like such a calm, sane, mature word – more likely, I’ll be apologetically pushing my way through the terminal, bounding down the escalator, and jumping with shrieks of glee into the arms of my man.  And you don’t believe me.

Somehow, the days have turned to weeks, and the weeks into a month and a half.

So much of what has been good about this time has been in the unexpected.  Coming here, I hated the fact that all of it was unexpected and unknown.  I’ve realized how much I rely on the “known” – familiarity, dependability, sameness, stability.  The things that I think are safe and sure.

These things come in appliances: ovens, dishwashers, stoves, and tea kettles.  Routines: M/W/F teaching assignments, office hours, class schedules, paper deadlines.  Places: my house, my church, my grocery store, my Starbucks.  Geography: the same route I drive to the bus station and the path I walk to school when I get off.  And, of course, people: friends, family, colleagues, professors, and my husband.

I didn’t realize what trust I placed in these things until I arrived in a place where they were all removed.  Nothing was the same.  There was no normal.  And my best friend, the love of my life, was 1200 miles away.

But God has used the lack of these appliances/routines/places/geographies/people to convict me of my misplaced trust.  Because there is One Thing that never changes – and that’s Jesus.  He is the same yesterday, today, and forever.  He sees us and knows us, regardless of place, mental/emotional state, or our past.  Even when we are convinced that He doesn’t have a clue.

I go home by way of Washington, D.C. – another place full of memories, a place that, for me, carries the sovereign stamp of God’s merciful hand at a distinct moment in my life.  Past, present, and future all wrapped into one.

And another reminder to my unbelieving heart that even when we don’t have a clue what God is weaving and working, that “not having a clue” is an indication not of His fault or failing, but of the blindness of my own heart.

Oh, that I would have eyes to see.

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{25} Three Books You Must Read

I think I mentioned that I’m auditing a seminar on “Transparency & Society” while I’m here.  Fascinating stuff.  Anyway, the reading list has been wonderful and there are three books you really must read.

  1. James Watson, The Double Helix.  Memoir/Tell-All story of the discovery of DNA’s structure.  Turns out, it was quite the scandal when it was published in 1968.  Most scientists never wrote about the very human side of scientific discovery — until Watson.  Some loved him for it, others hated him.  Although, in my opinion,  you have to respect someone who is willing to admit, in print, that “it was my hope that the gene might be solved without my learning any chemistry”  because he had “managed to avoid taking any chemistry or physics courses which looked of even medium difficulty” during his undergraduate days at the University of Chicago.  Apparently he set a Bunsen burner on fire.  Anyway, it’s an everyday person’s guide (i.e. for me, who barely passed college chemistry) to DNA, why it matters, how it works, with a scientific-thriller-esque twist.
  2. Theodore White, The Making of the President, 1960.  This tells you every detail about the 1960 presidential election: primaries, inner-workings of political campaigns, the famed Kennedy vs. Nixon debates, and the implications for future presidential races.  I didn’t know that the primary process could be so interesting, but White’s description of the seven candidates for the Democratic nomination (and how JFK rose from “the kid” to victor over a sitting VP) is readable, funny, and insightful.  Published in 1961, it provides a snapshot picture of what people hoped for from the Kennedy administration (and how Kennedy’s policies during the campaign impacted legislation well into the 1970s).  It also tells you a lot about then-VP Richard M. Nixon, seven years before he was elected president.
  3. Meg Greenfield, Washington.  I’m not all the way through with this book yet, but what I’ve read has been charming, witty, and brilliant.  Greenfield provides an insider’s account of Washington, DC during the 1960s-1990s.  It’s more of a reflection on Washington DC life versus a “tell all” on politicians.  Columnist and editorial editor for the Washington Post, Greenfield was one of the best in the business.  Read more about her here.

Happy Reading!  Let me know what you think.

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{24} Little Things

This past weekend, I found myself mildly obsessed with Downton Abbey.  Yes, I know I am slow on joining the ranks.

But I sipped tea and ate biscuits and slipped a chocolate in here and there.  Oh yes, and I knit.

While it felt rather, well,  unappreciative to sit in my sweatpants and ponytail (it’s the weekend) while watching Lady Grantham ask, “What is a weekend?”, it was the perfect mode of relaxation.

I’m finding myself kind of twitterpated about my trip home!

Thankfully, there’s a spa/makeup store nearby that has everything a girl could want to spruce up for her man.

No, I did not buy the entire selection of Bobbi Brown makeup.

Counting the days.

The mail system here leaves much to be desired.

My sweet husband mailed me this card for Valentine’s Day in quite enough time, but it just arrived yesterday.

But hey, why not spread out the celebration.

One more reason (adding to the countless ones) I can’t wait to be home.

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