So, March, eh? I know most people are all pumped because of the warming weather, and starting to wear flip flops, and driving with the windows down. I, however, am not most people. Because for the next month or so my sinuses are gonna hate me and Benadryl will be my best friend. You call it Spring, I call it Allergies.
But, I do like listening to Dave Matthews with the windows down. So, there is that.
And so begins Spring…
Jen Hatmaker is my new favorite person in the Twitterverse, and her blog is awesome too. She wrote a couple of pieces this month that resonated with me deeply. If you only read one of her posts, read And then the Conference Uninvited Me to Speak. But, also read A Broken Hallelujah and More Grace: On Not Being Mean, Hateful, and Horrible.
Sarah Bessey camped out in a verse in the book of John for a post this week: In which these are the Days When We Were Loved Right to the End. She focuses on a single phrase, and for as many times as I’ve read the Gospels, I have never paid attention to the phrase. And this is the kind of thing that reminds me that the Bible is not just a book. That is it the Living Word of God.
Also, speaking of Easter, this new blogger I’ve started following, Micah J. Murray, wrote an awesome piece, The God Who Bleeds. It’s a kind of response to a something stupid Mark Driscoll said but really…it’s so much more than that.
Micah’s blog is called Redemption Pictures, and I’m so glad I found it, and if you don’t follow it, you should. His article When We Criticize the Church gave words to things I’ve been thinking for months. Thank goodness, because now I don’t have to try so hard to find them.
If you want your world rocked hard, you should read Rachel Held Evans’ Ashamed. And then camp out at her blog site, and spend some time sorting through the series on Spiritual Abuse. Because…well…because it happens, and now the conversation’s on the table, and we can’t ignore it anymore.
And just for funsies… one of my roommates from my Grand Rapids days wrote about what life was like in our house in the dodgy part of town. And the way she talks about it is so the way it was, and it made me nostalgic for that season of my life. Because we laughed a lot and enjoyed each other, and it was good.
In other news, I’m seriously slacking in book reading. I’ve finally decided to give A Prayer for Owen Meany a go, and I love it so far.
I know I basically talk about the same shows, but….have you been watching Castle?! Seriously, it just keeps getting better. A slow start this season, but it seems like Andrew Marlowe and his creative team have found their groove again and it’s awesome. The 100th episode airs Monday, and is going to pay homage to Alfred Hitchcock’s Rear Window. I
pathetically can’t wait.
Also, the Six Nations rugby tournament is over now, and Wales won in case you were wondering. And my boy, Leigh Halfpenny, took home tournament MVP. Now that it’s over, though, I have no idea what to do with my Saturdays.
For the first time ever in life I have become a godmother! Ari was born last month, but still…her mom didn’t call and ask me until this month, so it totally counts for March. Plus, I get to fly out to my old Michigan stomping grounds next month for the christening, so…ridiculously cute pics to come. I would apologize in advance, but I’m not even a little bit sorry. She’s sweetness personified, and I’m totally smitten. 🙂
Also, I’ve slacked a bit this month working out and I’m feeling it. I figure as much as I wanna beat myself up for lost motivation, I’m not going to because the feeling “bleh” again has taught me truly how good it is for me to be at the gym. No apologies for that either.