Pray this Couch In....

I really dreamed of being those super chilled out brides, you know the kind that never need a vent session, and whatever is great and wherever is marvelous... however I have found this past week that everything feels a little intense.

I also dreamed off this thing called a free couch, and refused any thoughts or comments that hinted towards "I do not think we can fit a couch through the doors into this apartment"...

This happened last time I moved out... I bought this couch with no regards as to HOW to get the couch into the second story (home) apartment. Basically... we had to bring it through the window...

I had full faith it would work. In fact I measured out the dimensions and did my utmost best to convince my fiance this will work, borrowed my mom's Yukon, drove it around Grand Rapids, and made my fiance and his friend bring it up the stairs....

Only to spend 25 min trying to get it to move from the small tiny hallway entrance into the kitchen, where my imagination envisioned it moving through the kitchen into the living room.

At one point I even wondered, if I could pray this couch into the apartment.

It did not fit. So we had to bring it back to the Yukon, call a couple thrift stores, and graciously a Bible Thrift Store .2 miles down the road (unusually) had extra help later that night, and allowed us to bring it right over after store hours.

I then proceeded to organize all of Kiel's junk tubs, going through what is trash and what is not (in a very speedy practical manner). Turns out, un-earthing your fiances entire life (which impressively fits into two plastic tubs) is a gentle issue.... not quick and practical.

I also wish the bridal shower I am planning for this weekend could evolve itself..... or that people would RSVP so I knew who was actually coming.... *sigh*

I know blogs should not be used as venting places. I also know that couches are not a huge deal... we shall find one. Probably a futon. I also realize that I am blessed beyond measure, and if I could stop focusing on the couch that did not fit and ill-timed organization moments, I can see it all clearly.

Good news, I did give Kiel my purple sheets for his bed, because he was lacking some good sheets. Even donated one of my fluffy pillows to the cause. He jokes that when he marries me, his bed will be all supped up. I come with a box spring, down comforter, pillow top for the mattress.... he will sleep like a chum.

Foreigner

It all feels foreign now. I suddenly find myself giving my tables silly play-by-plays, as if every-time I leave the table, they must know why.

"I'll get that going in just a moment!"

"Let me grab these plates!" that are right at the edge of the table


"Whenever your ready, any time, I can pick this check up for you, so here it is right here, whenever you are ready. I will now go get some water! ok!"

Generally they look at me and blink... because they probably can not hear a word I am saying, mostly because it is so much louder then my old restaurant.

I'm not accustomed to not knowing what to do, or not knowing the general expectations. Thus on average I wander around with a baffled expression on my face until someone finds me and points out the obvious: "you look confused"


I am thankful. This transition was much needed, and in time I will get comfortable. It is just silly how new things make you nervous, how much we fear not knowing things, and how in reality it will all be ok.

And so as I walked to my car, late at night I noticed a little note tucked into my car door for "Curly Sue", proclaiming charming and enduring love.

I was (and am) very thankful for a thoughtful man in my life, and I can't forget to remind him of that.

Just Saying!

 “The mouth speaks the things that are in the heart. Good people have good things in their hearts, and so they say good things. But evil people have evil in their hearts, so they say evil things” (Matthew 12:34-35, NCV)


When I begin to picture my words as a mirror image of my heart, the room suddenly gets a little bit uncomfortable. I quickly want to think of all my redeeming qualities..... all of the words I say that reflect goodness! It's as if want to deny that deep down I have a critical, prideful heart.


I've always laughed at this phrase: "Just saying!" 


Whenever someone says this phrase, it is normally uttered with a certain intonation and octave that resembles a snotty, whiny child. This phrase normally follows after a statement that was either offensive or just downright unnecessary, and is generally a defense mechanism when the person feels attacked for saying what they did.


What is so funny to me, is what this phrase says. All this statement explains, is that your "just talking", while the Bible explains that what was "just said" is actually a reflection from the heart. All defenses fall to the way side under that light.


Have yet to crawl out of bed. I just discovered that I feel asleep last night with my Bible, which sounds incredibly spiritual, but in reality just means it is currently a crumbled mess on the floor. Also picking up fabric today for my wedding dress's belt, and sushi with my sister in law! In other words, I really need to go going, because I should clean some laundry before I work my first shift at the new restaurant.


Thus concludes the daily play-by-play of Dani. :)