Tuesday, September 25, 2012

big day yesterday


After 4 years, 5 months and 19 days Rachel finally got her braces off.  I remember when the girls were little I said that I didn't want them to get braces because I knew they would be so crazy beautiful.  Not that I don't want them to be beautiful!  But, with beauty comes...well, boys. The boys somehow managed to come before the braces and with the braces and will now, I'm sure, keep coming.  But I was right.  She is beautiful.  And she was so excited.


Josh got his driver's license yesterday, too.  He was so sure he would fail it.  And, I gotta tell you, I could see the parallel parking going on out the window and I thought he was a goner (he had only tried 3 or 4 times on Sunday).  But he passed it!  So proud of him.  It was nice but scary to watch him drive off with my baby girl to school this morning.  I told Charis that it was her job to tattle if he texted or talked on the phone or listened to the music too loudly while driving.  He assures me that none of these things will happen.  right.

And I got my scores back from taking the ACT.  Yes, I did.  Oh, and I don't think I told anyone but my kids about the day I took the ACT.  I walk into the testing center at TU and there is a small group of Josh's friends.  "Hi, Mrs Knorr - is Josh taking the test today?!"  "No," I said. "I am."  "Oh cool!"  ya.  cool.  So my score was 5 points higher than when I took it in 1984, so that's good.  And hilarious.  I guess all that homeschooling was good for something!  ha!




Monday, September 17, 2012

laughing it off

So today Charis and I were at a stop light behind a school bus.  We could see that the jr high kids were goofing off and trying to get Charis' attention.  Finally, one of the girls plastered herself up against the window of the back door, making sure to look me and then Charis straight in the eye and then... flipped a bird.  Not really a flip, though.  It was a long, drawn out are-you-seeing-this-rude-gesture-? bird.  Her mouth was open as if she were screaming the insult that the middle finger symbolized.

Ha!  What to do?  I just looked the girl in the eye, smiled and did a little shoulder laugh.  And then I looked at Charis and said, "alrighty then" and then we both looked the girl in the eye and laughed. And it was a good, long red light.  You have never before seen a young girl so deflated.  I'm not sure what she wanted our response to be, but clearly we didn't give it.  Eventually, they all settled back down into their seats.  We had a good time talking about why she may have done that and why she looked so sad when we didn't respond with shock or horror.

Oh, isn't it hard to not retaliate when wronged?  To take the insult and not give it back?   If only we could always laugh it off!  And when we were honest about how the meanness of others affects us, we had this familiar conversation that is almost now like our own little catechism:

Whose opinion of me matters?
God's.
What does God think of me?
He takes great delight in me.

alrighty then.



Saturday, September 15, 2012

john piper and the prosperity gospel

I may be the only person in America who hasn't seen this before today. I think its brilliant.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

my new favorite thing


A sweet friend gave me a groupon for The Vintage Pearl!  It took me weeks to decide what I wanted.  I even ordered something else and then went back and changed my order to this because its just so hard to decide.  This one is called the Circle of Love.  (great for one-stop online or in store Christmas shopping - just sayin') 

oh...now I get it

Not long ago I had dinner and went to a movie with a friend.  Ten years ago when we first moved to Tulsa, this friend was single and I wasn't.  Times have changed.  She's married and I'm not.  So weird.  That night I looked at her and said, "I'm sorry.  I thought I understood you then, but I didn't.  I thought I knew a little of what you went through, but I didn't get it."

She laughed, graciously, and looked me in the eye with a knowing.... pity?  No, not pity exactly.  She just knew.

I wasn't ever really single, you know.  Well, college.  But that's only partly single.  It's not the on-your-own-making-all-your-own-decisions single.  It's just not married yet.  

But now here I am and I'm just going to say it.  It's uncomfortable.  And, for all you girls who I told to read Paige Benton Brown's essay on singleness... I'm sorry.  Really and truly.  Not because of the essay - it's fabulous and worth the read.  But, I'm sorry I somehow thought it would be enough.  I should have listened to you a whole lot more.  I should have asked you hard questions about how you're really doing with it.  Because it's hard.  It just is.

On any given day, being single is fine.  But today I hate it and yesterday I hated it and,because I anticipate what the next couple days are going to be like, I'm planning on hating it until Sunday at which point Ricky will preach from Isaiah again and I'll remember again that God is my God.