a mess of nothingness.

this post has the potential of becoming a mess of nothingness. still, i type on...

last night i got a phone call from a friend i haven't talked to in eight years. one would think that might be awkward, but it wasn't in the slightest. we talked for nearly 90 minutes, and at times we were talking over each other as if we couldn't get the words out fast enough. i'm a lover of surprises, my favorite kind being an unexpected note or call, and the dialogue i shared with my friend last night was not only unexpected but really good. i think i'll make it my goal this week to surprise someone else in my life... if a random note or call will make someone else as happy as the call i received last night made me, then i think it's worth the effort.

...and so this post becomes the mess of nothingness i mentioned earlier...

driving home from work today i followed a school bus for several miles. typically the stop-and-go drive would have been frustrating, but i had good music on and lots to ponder. each time the bus stopped i waited to see who would emerge from the yellow beast. let me just say, little kids are cute! one boy in particular stepped off the bus only to immediately put on a baseball cap. i watched as he wobbled across the highway with his book bag obviously making his attempt at speed quite difficult. the bag was four times the size of his little head that was lost somewhere inside his Atlanta Braves cap. although his entire journey from bus to front door consisted of me hoping aloud that he didn't topple over, it was by far the cutest thing i saw all day.

...one more piece of nothingness that really is somethingness and then i'll stop...

this month's issue of a magazine i read often had a great article called Love Rules, a synopsis of the art of submission. the information in it was really good and applicable to our relationship with God and with others. i underlined a few lines that really made sense to me:

Submission is active. It's not a passive resignation but a purposeful OK. It means we no longer live for ourselves. -- Beth Clayton Luthye

isn't that good? it makes submission seem attainable, even enjoyable. so often we're taught (girls specifically) that to submit we must sit back and let someone else do the talking, the decision-making, the everything. but luthye says submission is active. submission means you are still a part of the work at hand... it's purposeful. i like that.