The Need for Change Stays the Same

I am a person who finds tradition and routine comforting.  I don't often find myself wanting to be all that spontaneous.  Sometimes I think I'm adventuresome, but my life tells the story of a homebody.  And yet, I love change. Every so often (perhaps it's regulated by hormonal cycles that I've yet to figure out) I feel this great need for change.  I start looking at houses that are up for sale around town and day dream what it would be like to set up our family in a new space.  I wonder if we are supposed to adopt, I think about asking Alan to pursue a position with Nike in Belgium, I ask God to open doors for a short term mission.  Then I come home and rearrange the living room furniture.  And I'm pretty satisfied for the next bit.  

Today I was home doing laundry-with ironing waiting in the wings. Oh the joy of the everyday.  I compensated by going to Fred Meyer to look for a chalkboard eraser for the 1st Grade Sunday School room that I teach in. They didn't have it.  I went to Bi-Mart.  They didn't have it.  I filled the van up with $50 worth of gas, took Paige (the 5 year old I watch on Mondays) to the Dairy Queen Drive-Thru and went to church to CHANGE things in my Sunday School room.  Yea, the relief, the elation of removing staples, taking down tired old borders, rearranging bulletin boards and creating new ones. 

Now typing this blog I'm realizing how tired I am of those ducks at the top of the screen and the same old same old format of this website.  Sorry honey.  Time for a change.