The unplanned plan

Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.
Jean Anouilh

The week is over. My first time "teaching" vacation bible school. 4th graders..i had a choice but Husbands favorite number is 4 so you know i have to find meaning in everything. It will all make a good movie someday :).
I will not say it was easy, it was BUSY and HOT and yet it was amazing. The children were very good and i know that they could have been anywhere else but they came day after day to hear that good word. God Bless them. I hope that above all they can somehow carry that flame into adulthood, because there is much along the way that will try to snuff it out....
The house is silent, everyone but me in bed, even the dogs have abandoned post to go lay down. The only sound i hear is somebody's tv and the squeak of the hamsters wheel. Round and round it goes.
I did not plan on teaching. Yet there my hand shot up without hardly a second glance when they said they really needed more teachers.I have often wondered if that we donot plan for ends up being the plan for us.
My thoughts for a brief second drift to the far? Not so far? future...another deployment by next summer is the word from a bird, they are already in planning stages so i hear....
Ok brief second over.
So the garage story from last night. yeah its will be months in the telling the whys of all that why........ So when i was a kid i marveled at how my mother could produce a box from the garage , neatly labeled of course with whatever season it was halloween , xmas,easter,nothing was ever lost, nothing could go missing, because well it had a place, it BELONGED right where it was neatly organized....now the woman labels the container of labels with a label that reads LABELS. In case well maybe we wouldnt know that those are well..labels. Say all that 3 times real fast. Shes rarely with me much anymore, she is mostly in orbit, probably alphabetically labeling all the stars in the universe for all i know. But i digress and that heavy load is being saved for a day iv been to the gym and ate all my wheaties...........
So Mark read last nights first entry to this "new" blog and he just shook his head amused and said " you know, your kinda good at what you do" his blue eyes all sparkly as he just smiled and walked away..........he will probably never read another entry i write, well unless i tell him to :).
I love him. I love those sparkly eyes, i think they will look like that even when he is 90. I better learn to focus on something like sparkly eyes cause he is going to make a cranky old man.
He is excited about that thought, no he really is. Not me. Im never getting old, im just going to maybe sleep a little more....i think ill start now.
Goodnight all. Ill be seeing you :)
S.O.T.D.
The LORD bless thee, and keep thee; The LORD make His face shine
upon thee, and be gracious unto thee; The LORD lift up His
countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.
-Numbers 6:24-26-

The spinning begins

~ The secret of all victory lies in the organization of the non-obvious. ~
Marcus Aurelius

Well hello.....again......my friends. After a substantial break from the "other" blog i begin again anew. Had to be done.
So i have these dreams..well illusions really. There i am with the Sunday ads scanning through and my eyes settle on all the boxes, racks , hooks and anything else meant to assure organization. I start having ridiculous thoughts of my garage door rolling up and revealing inside an amazing cubicle of wall to wall organization. Boxes of Christmas ornaments neatly labeled, bikes hung with care. Tools and bike helmets all having just the perfect place to call home. My eyes glaze over....i can almost see it, ill start today, right this minute, yes, Target here i come. These illusions are quickly shattered by a ear piercing scream...something about he took this, she grabbed my...where is the......
The day wears on...and as my imaginary bedtime nears and i go to check and lock all the doors , i open the door that leads into the garage scan it quickly , sigh and close and lock the door.
I really thought this through. That i would start this blog with just such a story. Its a glimpse, a taste of my crazy disorganized chaotic wishful life. But as is my garage, a life well lived in.
But i aspire, oh do i aspire. Its going to happen for me one day. Im going to own 35 sterilite boxes all neatly placed in a row, on large sweeping shelving systems...and THEN, when the garage is finally done, ill have it all. Right? Well wont I? hmmmm :)
So what is driving this bizarre obsession. oh so many many things. My mother. The other Dawn, the one living in some alternate universe (gotta keep up with myself ya know) ,my husband. My life.
From this idea it launches a thousand blog entries, or at least a few. I mean have you ever stopped to think about what drives you. What the heck are you burning for fuel and the why? We are all driven by one thing, ok 2, love and acceptance.
I know a organized garage= love and acceptance? Somewhere in me it does. And that's OK , it really is.
The good news is the first entry is logged now. Well begun is half done.
Goodnight all. S.O.T.D. (scripture of the day)
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see." Heb 11:1