I read slow...ly

So, it only took four months but I finally finished Francis Schaeffer's book "The God Who Is There". I wish I could say it's like 1000 pages long, but unfortunately I would be lying. It was a wonderful book, but I have a habit of reading books much too quickly and then absorbing very, very little. It's something saying "I read that book" that makes me feel all warm & fuzzy...even though I have no idea what I actually read. So, in an effort to fight that I read one chapter per day and no more. (I know what you're thinking "so there are what, 120 chapters?" And NO, I did not read a chapter EVERY day)


My final feelings on the book are that it was excellent (worthy of italics). I think what will stick with me most is his view of evangelism. Schaeffer states that in order to bring people to the truth of Christ one must first help them to recognize their need for that truth. Even before that, in a post-modern world one must help them to recognize the EXISTENCE of truth, absolute truth. It is a little more involved than I feel I can explain here, but in a way it is that a person cannot hear the Gospel if they don't think they have a need for it, a person won't be able to understand their need for forgiveness if they don't feel they have done anything that needs forgiving. Schaeffer encourages us to start at the beginning. This seems simple somehow, and yet it is so often that we jump right into sharing the Gospel without actually trying to understand where the person we're speaking to is at, how they define words we use, what they believe about truth and absolutes.


Anyway, still living in California, still liking it. Check out my friend Andrea's new blog. She's the coolest.

and a million years later...

So, here we are, finally in California! We had a wonderful trip across the country. The weather was perfect (with the one exception of the 110 degree temps in Death Valley, but hey, it is called Death Valley). We had lots of sunshine and nice cool (but not cold) nights for camping. The cats did really well in the car too. Lucy (the old fat one) just slept and if you ask me, was silently protesting the upheaval of her life. Sid (the scrawy young one) was her normal psycho self, running around and around, driving everyone nuts (although she is awfully cute). Okay, enough parentheses.


We arrived in Cali on Thursday, August 18 and moved into our new place that night. When I say "moved in" I mean we slept on the floor with no electricity. The electric company came through the next day though, unfortunately we had to wait a week for our stuff. It got here this last Friday and it was box country for a while. Being my typical a-type personality control-freak self, everything is now put away and hung up and I am trying very hard not to be upset about the boxes still sitting here empty. The moving company is coming to pick them up...some day.


We have done some touring, including going to a Dodger's game on Sunday with Meesch's sister Melissa (super fun). We were also introduced to the awesome-ness of Griffith Park and are anxious to return there to enjoy the hiking and beautiful views. We still have a lot to learn about where stuff is, although Mr. "I know where everything is all the time for no reason at all" is doing a little better than I am.


I will be emailing out some pictures of our trip and new place soon, if you don't receive the email and want it just let me know. You can post here or email me. Alright, that's all I guess, nothing witty to say to end this so, the end!

boxes, boxes, boxes

No, I'm not talking about the Seinfeld episode I'm referring to the state of our apartment. We are in the final countdown to M-Day (move day) and the moving company is here putting our whole lives into big boxes. It's kind of funny really because I never thought we owned all that much and yet the number of boxes just keeps growing. (It may have something to do with the thirty pieces of wrapping paper around every single thing :o) I haven't written in a while, I think if you don't have kids there just isn't as much to say. Here's a little update though:


I had my last day at work on Tuesday night, I can't believe I'm no longer an employee with Bronson, I'm going to miss my friends on the Ped's floor a lot. It was such a great place to start my career. Everyone was so nice my last night, bringing in food and even a couple of gifts. I have to say though, that I won't miss the hours. I was sitting on the couch last night feeling like I could sleep for a week and thinking how I'd never have to be that tired again...at least not until I have children. There was just something about the night shift that made it so I was always tired, no matter how much sleep I tried to get to catch up. So, now I'm onto the next thing, clinic life. I am anxious to see how different it is to work in a clinic setting instead of the hospital.


So like I said the moving company is here today packing up our things, and then it will all sit in the apartment until August 15 when they come back to pick up and drive it all out west for us. We will be in Texas in the in between time, hence the reason for the two-part process. Our poor little kitties are freaking out, especially Lucy. She's sensing something big is coming (and is dealing with it by hiding in the closet). Below is our itinerary until we're settled in LA:


August 5-13: Dallas, Texas

August 13-15: Kzoo, getting everything ready

August 15-19: Driving west with Andy's parents

August 19: Arrive at our new home

August 24 or 25: All of our stuff arrives


Between Aug 15 and about the 25 we'll probably be unavailable via email and blogging, but knowing my husband we'll have high speed internet hooked up before we even unpack one dish! I will continue to be available, however, on my cell phone (and Andy on his). God bless!