Tuesday, July 21, 2009


It seems as though I have friend after friend waiting on something. For those that know me, you know I am NOT patient. :) And that I want instant gratification in all that I do. However, it doesn't quite work that way, does it? I cannot count the number of times lately in my life, I have been ready to scream "what are we waiting on?!? where are you God, Savior, the one that PROMISES to answer?!?" We are waiting and waiting. Andy Stanley just finished up the series "The Waiting Room" If its not us, its our dear friends we're praying for that are in "the waiting room" waiting to be called to our "answer/appointment" by God. I have friends waiting on fertility results to know if they can conceive on their own, I have one waiting to see if their multiple attempt to conceive through fertility assistance has "taken." One who is too young, is waiting the results of a tumor, another waiting on her husband to decide if the marriage to him is "worth it", another in a desperate attempt to move and having to wait for the answers of her prayers of sending a buyer. Another friend waiting on a job, after they were recently laid off after their company went under. Some waiting on the prince charming they have been praying for for years. It seems as though so many of us are waiting on something. Sometimes its big and sometimes its small. We wonder why we wait. After all, he says to "delight in him and he WILL give us the desires of our hearts." We're followers right? We're claiming to God's promises through his scripture, we are doing all that we "know" how to do, so why are we being forsaken or forgotten about? Why are we being "punished" (in some of our minds) on no answers to our prayers we cry out daily? What on earth could be the purpose? We are walking by faith, but what for we ask!?! Why must we wait?!? I thought this answered these questions quite well.....beware if you're in the "waiting room" right now for anything, it could give you chills. Some of us have read it many many times.....


Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried. Quietly, patiently, lovingly, He replied.
I pleaded, and I wept for a clue to my fate, And the Master so gently said, "Child you must wait." "Wait? You say wait?" my indignant reply. "Lord, I need answers, I need to know why.
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?"
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.
"My future, and all to which I can relate hangs in the balance, and you tell me "wait?"
I'm needing a 'yes', a go ahead sign, Or even a 'no', to which I can resign. "
And Lord, you have promised that if we believe, We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry~ "I'm weary of asking, I need a reply!"
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait,"
So I slumped in my chair; defeated and taut And grumbled to God; "So I'm waiting, for what?" He seemed then to kneel and His eyes met with mine
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign. I could shake the heavens, darken the sun, Raise the dead, cause the mountains to run. "
All you see I could give, and pleased you would be. You would have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.
You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair; You'd not learn to trust, just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me, When darkness and silence was all you could see.
"You would never experience that fullness of love As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove. You would know that I give, and I save, for a start, But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart. "
"The glow of My comfort late in the night; The faith that I give when you walk without sight;
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask From an infinite God who makes what you have last. "
And you never would know, should your pain quickly flee, What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for thee'
Yes, your dreams for that loved one o'ernight could come true, But the loss! if you lost what I'm doing in you. "So be silent, my child, and in time you will see That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late, My most precious answer of still...wait.

By Russell Kelfer

Monday, July 13, 2009

My Trip to REI

So, with the upcoming Colorado trip closely in sight, I felt I definitely needed some new "duds" specifically for this trip. Since my summer closet is 90% made up of summer dresses or skirts, which I have been told are "not appropriate" for the Colorado trip that will include hiking, rafting and Red Rocks, I did what I do best-----I went shopping!!!

So off I went at lunch today to REI, what I felt was the 'coolest' place to get CO clothing. At first it seems so bland. I have been there before, but its always so "blah" to me. It seriously needs some pizzazz. But I'm sure they leave out the pizzazz and fun colors and music to keep "divas" like me out of their "outdoor" store. I head straight to the shoes, a boy that looks to be about 14 and a "little guy" gets my sizes in the Chacos. Understand, these were a "must have" I decided before even trying them on. I put them on and immediately felt like Mary Magdalene, really I felt like they were Jesus shoes except they were a feminine color, therefore, I called them Mary Magdalene shoes. I see these on all my friends and sometimes I think they look um......lets say....... silly (for lack of a better word) on them, but they are "cool" so that overlooks silly, right? They are the most comfortable shoes I have tried on to hike/raft in, so my 1995 Tevas are out and the Chacos are in! None were purchased as REI thinks more of theirs than but they are coming! SOLD!

Then, I head directly to clothing, but since everything is so BLAH, I found myself having hard time differentiating the women's and men's sections. I found ONE pink jacket hanging on the wall enticing me over to the "womens" section. I grab it, love it, its but of course and XS. Little did I know at that point that probably only XS people, like the itty bitty shoe boy that shop there. However, I move on quickly find sale after sale, rack after rack of name brand clothing. Of course I stick to The North Face & Patagonia, I mean if I'm going to do this I am going to do this, right?!? I even kept myself away from some Patagonia DRESSES! However, they too were "blah" and if I'm going to wear a dress in CO, which is possible, I am thinking more "bold" than the dreaded colors they were carrying. Nonetheless, I was still uber proud of myself for by-passing the dresses!! I keep going.....

By the time I hit the dressing room my arms were so full I dropped clothing! I was thinking how much I was going to spend and how I'd just have it all done in one - stop shopping a-n-d it all was on sale!!! As I entered the dressing room in the "shopping high" we all get, I try on the first pair of clothing, um.....ARE THESE MEN'S??!?! I mean hike if you want to ladies, but seriously must we look like men while we do this?? Needless to say, first pair shorts-goner. Next pai...., North Face khackis, I almost bought them online at before going shopping because I though they'd be perfect just like my NF jacket I already owned & loved......hmmmm.... well once these shorts were on, another story. 4 sizes bigger than what I wear they may be perfect, thank goodness there was no online ordering! I went up one size thinking "oh they must run small" SMALL MY HINEY, those suckers were hugging my "fluffy" hiney, like those folks in REI hug the trees. Okay, sooo North Face runs a little small. I figure this is the outdoorsy peoples "higher end brand" I compare them to Bebe, BCBG as they are always so small, so no biggie. I was hurt by The North Face people and their terms of a size of a "12" but I move on. Ahhhh yes, oh yes a pair of khacki pant capris. Well, Patagonia must be on a runway somewhere with The North Face because I have never seen that small of a size with double digits on the inside.

At this point I have convinced myself I'm too fat to go to Colorado. I won't even be able to hike a trail, I'm just fat. No thoughts that I play tennis, hike Kennesaw Mountain, I can't do it in Colorado, I'm going to have to call James at work, shed a tear and tell him I'm just simply too fat to go to Colorado. And also that I should've never eaten fried rice at the sushi place for lunch right before shopping. I am ready to google on my i phone "how much weight can I lose in 2 weeks?" However, I keep trucking and will google that after I get out of the ridiculous treehouse-like dressing room. I keep going and I get a pair on that fits............. but UGLY! I mean who wears this!? All I could think of at that point was me posed on a hike just perfectly, with a cascading snow capped mountains behind me and James next to me, and realizing I would get no "cute" comments on facebook IN THOSE PANTS. Ughhh...

I did find a pair of shorts I'd never spend $25, much less the $45 I DID spend on them, but just because they were "what I am to wear." And it made me feel better that I kept on my black pumps when I tried them on. Seriously the things pumps do for our legs..........

So, I emerge from the dressing room, grabbing all my clothes that didn't work off their tree stump bench and there I see.... one pair of pink "something" hiding on a bland rack. It was pink Columbia capris, of course they came home with me too. I swear they were screaming "save me from the neutrals!!!" I also had a good buy on a North Face light jacket and a pink NF shirt. I guess NF expects their "granola girls" to have large 'tops" as their tops run right on size?? No no, I quickly realize its because I would wear it more fitted than the granola girls would :)

Soooo, I take my 4 items to the checkout place and spend my total of insaneness on my new "Colorado Clothing" that you may not ever see me again in. As she rings up the total, I immediately start thinking of what kind of party I can "host" to wear these again? How cute could I make Earth Day 10'? That thought didn't last long. I pay and exit with my REI bag (of course made from recycled something) and march my cute v-neck dress, black pumps, Versace Sunglasses self out of their "forest" and hop in my BMW back to civilization.

The Granola Princess