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HE’S the man!

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Here’s another question/answer from one of my favorite bloggers, Edfromct:

If your roles were reversed, you were the husband, Drew was the wife, how different would your lives be? Related: How would you be as a man? How would Drew be as a woman?

I can’t even wrap my mind around this question about roles being reversed, because I’m so glad I’m a girl. And I’m so glad Drew’s a man. I grew up a tomboy – loved to play in the dirt – ride ATVs – bikes – build forts. I was never the type to play with dolls or have my wedding day planned when I was thirteen. That just wasn’t me. I was happy with grass-stained knees, dirt under my nails, and crayons in hand. As a kid, I thought it was better to be a guy. That life was easier. Those grass-stains were greener on boys’ knees.

But, now, all grown-up, I look at life and I’m glad I don’t have the pressures and responsibilities of life that is placed on the male shoulders. Yes, I’m talking the “traditional” view of men & women. That men are to provide – work hard for their family to be secure and safe. I’m ok with that view. In fact, I embrace it. I embrace having a man who is morally, spiritually, and financially responsible for us. He’s got the hard job. And I don’t want it. I like being protected. I like knowing I have a strong man to take care of me. I know he’d die for me if he had to. And I’m so thankful. I don’t want that job.

Call me crazy, but I don’t wanna wear the pants in the family.

Hi. My name is Mandy. And I’m… me.

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Wranglerdani, who is an awesome fun chick blogger person, asked:

If you could go anywhere and be anyone, would you pick a different life, or a different set of talents? How have you learned to love what you have and who you are?

Let’s just hit that second question – learning to love what I have and who I am. That’s tough. I think it has more to do with hormone levels and chemical balances and healthy lifestyles than it does circumstances.

The grass will always be greener on the other side. Patty Griffin will always be a better songwriter than me. Carrie Underwood will always have a better voice than me. Ashley Judd will always be more beautiful. Martha Stewart will always have a cuter house. That’s just how it goes.

Acceptance comes when we stop measuring ourselves against others, and start realizing that we are who we are because God made us this way. In the epistles, Paul writes that we are to measure ourselves realistically, not comparing ourselves with others.  We are each uniquely packaged – uniquely gifted – uniquely designed. It’s not up to the pot to tell the potter how to be used; it’s not up to us to tell God what we are to be designed for. Our existence is, in itself, a gift.

It’s our job to be thankful – and live a life that shows gratitude in proper stewardship.

What are you thankful for today, in your own life, on your own not-as-green-as-the-next-guy turf?

I Don’t like Groups

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Ignoring the fact that I don’t really like group activities, I actually decided to hang out with a bunch of fabulous seminary wives on Sunday night.

They just so happened to plan the “girls’ night out” at my favorite local restaurant. How could I say no?

Even though I was ten minutes away from finishing a fabulous movie, I freshened my makeup, grabbed my fashionable-yet-cheap burnt orange purse, and headed out the door in time to meet them.

We went.
We laughed.
We chatted.
We laughed some more.
And then we drove ourselves home.
Laughing all the way. (ha ha ha) (Sorry. I just had to.)

Even though I’ll saw most of these amazing women at small group the following day, the evening was different. The atmosphere was different. The conversation was different. (Did I mention that I don’t like groups? This group experience was… different.)

It was, surprisingly, exactly what I needed.

So, what’s up with you? Had any unexpected surprises lately?

Write Now

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12:11 pm – Tuesday, October 14th, 2008

I’m at my desk eating inhaling lunch. The boss is on her last day of vacation. Tomorrow she returns to find a shiny little ice-blue nose ring blinging out my left nostril (Hi, Boss!). Something tells me she might like it. ;)

Tonight I will pack 5 sandwiches, pack into a car with 4 other women, and make the drive to New Hampshire to hear Beth Moore speak. Looking forward to the worship. Looking forward to the Word. Looking forward to an evening that will hopefully boost my spirits.

I’ve been a little blah lately. Ok. Well, a LOT blah lately. I’m blaming it on hormones, stress, difficult decisions, family loss, and personal changes.  Oh! And an inadequate supply of chocolate. My gosh – how could I forget that!? Probably the hormones…

Some guy is singing and whistling in the stairwell outside my office. This happens everyday. With different guys. I don’t think they realize that the sound from the guy’s dorm entrance travels quickly and clearly into the hallway outside our office.

There’s also a guy’s bathroom just on the other side of the hallway. Sometimes I hear the sink water run and then the swish swish swish of paper towels… Sometimes I don’t. But, we won’t talk about that.