Auntie Laughs at Abbi

Job 8:21

He will yet fill your mouth with laughter [Job] and your lips with joyful shouting.

My niece Abbi is a joy from start to finish.  I didn’t know anything about this girl until 4 1/2 years ago; now I cannot imagine life with out her.  Isn’t it funny how people step into your life and take over?abbi-_1.JPG

A couple of months ago my sister, Sunshine, made a mistake saying Abbi’s name.  Normally Shiney takes the long route and includes Abbi’s middle name-  Abbi Mary Peterson.  This day Shiney’s tongue got twisted around itself which caused her to call the girl Abbi Pary Meterson.  We laughed til we cried, and poor Abbi has a new nickname, for life most likely.  Abbi Pary Meterson is almost all I call her now.  As we were exiting church recently I called out to Abbi, “Abbi Pary Meterson, please wait!”  Abbi stopped, turned around to me, her eyes squinted into the sun, blond hair whipping, a fierce look on her face and said, “I AM NOT PETER MEDICINE!”  I about fell over laughing. Poor girl is traumatized for life by her weird Auntie ridiculing her! Oh, such joy found in such small places…

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No Cardamom?

Luke 12:57
“Why don’t you judge for yourselves what is right?

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So, I was having a leisurely lunch at an Eastern Indian restaurant.  Cell phone on the table enabling a conversation, I sat alone sampling a variety of comforting and odd Indian foods-   basmati rice, naan, daal, paneer and curry.  During one of our cryptic, hurried conversations I questioned the host about the deserts and which ones had cardamom or coconut.   He was young, mid twenties with caramel colored skin and long black hair that shagged above deep, smiling eyes.   He liked that I tried all the offerings on the buffet line and if his gesturing was any indication, he liked that I asked questions, too.  He said there was no coconut or cardamom in any of the six pudding-ish deserts or in the entrees he showed me.

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Pshawing what he had told me I took a spoonful of each dessert; 6 little mounds of color on a stark white plate.  Four of these desserts were pudding and fruit mixes- nothing all that interesting.  But one was a warm carrot pudding;  nuts, cinnamon, raisins, carrots, and cardamom!  In fact they all had cardamom.  I soon discovered that my conversation with the Indian man was not as I thought it had been…there was cardamom in every dessert he had shown to me!  But my failed listening skills bought me on a culinary adventure so how upset could I get with myself?  The final dessert looked like pieces of baked squash, liberally peppered with black pepper.

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I hesitated for a moment when I thought to sample this one, but it was just for a moment and I tasted it… oh my!  It exploded over my tongue with golden warm cardamomy flavor!  And here I was thinking it was plain old acorn squash!  I couldn’t have been more wrong.  And so it goes, another case of judging a book by its cover, will I ever learn?

How can YOU bless ME? Let me count the ways!

James 2:17
So also faith, if it does not have works (deeds and actions of obedience to back it up), by itself is destitute of power (inoperative, dead).

Today was a fabulous day.  One of the best of the summer.  Why was it so fabulous?  Because it was filled with so many emotions that have been missing from my life: excitement, abandonment,  joy, anticipation, thrill-ation, angst, fear and  pleasure.  Excitement at what I had gone and done; abandonment because I set aside me and focused on Him ( I obeyed!  I obeyed!);  joy at the planning, picking, and choosing of the gift and its message; the sheer deliciousness of the anticipation of waiting for it to be discovered; thrill-ation at the thought of the “Hildy…” I would hear in a serious tone that would then be cast aside, replaced by, if not understanding, then acceptance; angst at a snafoo that ruined the grandeur of the surprise; fear that the gift would be misunderstood, even refused; and (finally!) pleasure that the snafoo didn’t matter and the gift was received as intended and accepted as offered.  But best of all was the fact that I set aside my wishes and obeyed the leading of my Father.  If I had not obeyed, if I would have rationalized away this gift, I would not have experienced any of these emotions today, and honestly, they were worth every penny.  Every penny.

What are friends for?

At urging of my friend Nathan, I have stepped out of my comfort zone and started a blog.  Ugh.  Now I have one more thing to remember to do.  But so it goes…

I decided to name my blog Hilhashi (re)Designs (her life!) because my jewelry business (read here: hobby) is called Hilhashi Designs and I wanted a tie in to that, but also because the summer of 2010 has been an awakening of sorts.  I really want to mix some things up (read here:  change my miserable life.)  So I am going to set about redesigning my relationships, my self image, my faith, my neural pathways (read here:  my idiotic patterns of thought), my habits, MY LIFE!