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Too tired for a title

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Today, I'll be able to count on one hand the number of things I get done. It's just that kinda thing. I've been hit with a flare-up of fatigue (and other symptoms, but fatigue is the worst at the moment) since my sister's wedding about a month ago. I never knew, back before this all began, what it meant to be fatigued. I'd been tired, I think everyone knows what it feels like to be so tired you just fall asleep where you sit.

What I've learned is that there are 2 major differences between "tired" and "fatigued". One, if you're tired you can rest or sleep and then you feel not-so-tired. Two, I always could identify a reason I was tired, like not sleeping well, or spending all day running around doing stuff, or having to get up early that day.  Fatigue means I've slept over 12 hours last night, and I'm multiple cups of coffee into my day, and I'm still about to fall asleep. Those things I said I'd count on one hand? That&#…

Laying the groundwork

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And now, for Part 2! (if you're not up to speed on part 1, it can be found here and I recommend that you wait at least a day after reading it to reflect before you come back to this post)

So, for the most part, the entirety of this followup was drafted a couple weeks ago, just after the first one. The lectionary that Sunday held perfect inspiration and grounding. Unfortunately, I didn't actually get time to sit down and write this up until now owing to life happening.  So, Yay! My sister is married!! And also yay, things have calmed down enough for me to get back to writing.

Part 1 intentionally left off with some hard issues to face and some (hopefully) thought provoking questions to assess. The primary metaphor was of the body, and how the church, both corporately and by individual members, tends to self-amputate.  While General Convention might go a lot smoother if the group was more homogeneous, I know it would not be healthier or stronger as a church.  The problem of trun…

Can you hear me now?

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Ahh, General Convention. That triennial behemoth of Episco-nerds gathered together, mostly to argue (lol jkjkjkjk...but only kinda).

Let me start by saying I had a great time, overall, despite some serious pain due to fibromyalgia and migraines. I got to catch up with some absolutely excellent folks that I love and adore.  I was able to meet a whole bunch of new people who have now been added to that list for the next time.  And I count myself as lucky that recovery time for this ended up being a 1:1 endeavor (i.e. a one week event, and it took 1 week home before I was functional again. If this seems ridiculous to you...welcome to life with Fibro, because that's actually a 50% improvement from my average).

All in all, I enjoyed it enough to go back. Which is good, because there were enough things that frustrated me that signifies I'm probably going to HAVE to go back or risk ignoring an obvious call of the Holy Spirit.

Goal: continue going to General Convention until no one ha…

These tomatoes prove that God doesn't need me

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In case you clicked because you know me and might worry a bit about the title of this post, let me start by saying, "I'm sorry. I kinda tricked you. It's called click-bait for a reason." This post contains many things, but the bottom line is that I am no worse off than usual, and am not in any danger of self-harm.

Now onward to The Saga of the Kidnapped Tomato!

So last summer, I got the harebrained scheme to try and grow stuff.  I say it in this fashion because my forte has usually always run more along the lines of plant homicide by neglect, but I figured that, since my health makes me housebound more frequently than not these days, I maybe stood a chance of being here to tend to growing things.  So I planted a few seeds, and tried my best to remember them, and then failed most of them in spectacular fashion.  I may have been less than 50 feet away at all times, but they still died outside and inside my house like I was doing it on purpose.  Except for one little tom…

When seasons get weird

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It's that time of year again: when my least favorite season in Florida has ended.  For anyone living outside the south Florida region, you're probably under the misguided assumption that we have no seasons here, and that is only part true. We don't have YOUR seasons here. Florida seasons, while annually reoccurring, are quite different to those further north (though it seems all bets are off nationwide this year, so maybe no one has actual seasons anymore).  Florida seasons are as follows:

SummerLovebug season (mainly a pain for keeping your windshield clean of bug goop)Why is it STILL summer--it's October!?!?!!Snowbird season (like many other animals, this species is migratory and clogs up our traffic and early dinner specials)Winter (this can last anywhere from 1-3 days, and will be known by the sight of people in parkas, long pants, and socks under their sandals. Also, social media posts will be all about the fact that it's too cold to go swimming outdoors, even …

Churches and Temples and Money...oh my!

Anyone want to try and guess my least favorite season of the church year??? Anyone? Buhler?....Buhler?
Well it's "Stewardship season", and I almost rather despise it at this point. I find it so frustrating, and for so many reasons. For example:
1. Stewardship should not be secret church code for a capital campaign.
2. Stewardship shouldn't be confined to a season.
3. The typical experience rarely challenges westernized status quo with gospel based instruction.
4. The typical English vernacular attributed to stewardship is wholly inaccurate and often completely unquestioned.Don't get me wrong, I have fulfilled a tithe my entire adult life. So I recognize that money is indeed an inevitable part of being a good steward, but I also feel that the biggest contributions I have been able to give to my church have always been non-monetary.
For all the times we've stated that the church is the people, not the building(s), we continue to undercut this sentiment with ou…

I can't say I wasn't warned

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I can tell quite a bit about how my health history has recently gone by some of the data from this blog. Such as: how long it has been since I last posted, how many times I've even logged in, or how many other people's posts I had backlogged to catch up on from other friends and YASCers.

But I'm catching up a little. Also, to be fair, I've had a couple other large things that had taken more of my time and energy than I expected. Or, perhaps, they are taking the same amount of time and energy they always would have, but I no longer have the reserve pool of such things like I did before my health shifted. Things that once were a small part, are now large hurdles, and sometimes I can't make it through, much less on to other things as I used to.

That's a bit beside the point though, and not actually what I came to write about today. I find myself frustrated with how focused I seem to be on all of this lately, and while it's not something I can safely ignore, I …