This past week, my grandfather came to visit us. He lives out in Colorado near my aunt Julie (his daughter, my dad's baby sis), uncle Jim, and their kids and families. After my grandmother passed away before Christmas 2004, he decided to go to Florida to spend time with my other aunt, Nancy, and her husband and daughter, who is married with two adorable little boys now. After a few years (maybe it was just one? Can't remember), he decided to move to Colorado and he's been there ever since.
Grandpa and I at the top of Pike's Peak, August 2010
He brought his dog, a sixteen year old West Highland Terrier named Bobby. Poor thing is deaf and blind with Cataracts. :'-( I'm glad he brought Bobby with him. I think this is the last time I had to see the cutie pie.
Isn't he adorable? Poor ol' guy.
After Grandpa left yesterday morning, we all just kind of hung out. Mom and I went to Walmart (which we don't normally do), to pick up stuff. I'd been searching all over town, looking for a shade for my car (my AC doesn't work, and I just need $100 to pay the deductible. Have I mentioned I'm poor?), so the black leather seats (yep.) don't get so blessed hot. I found the cutest shade in the world, only to get it home and there was a huge rip at the top of it. Heartbreaking. I really didn't want to go back to Walmart.
When I went, though, I went today, after Church, and had lunch with the parents and my aunt Pat and uncle Jim at a BBW place (Pulled Port FTW!), I made the trek to Walmart. I was in and out in ten minutes. I love when that happens. For seriously. And now, Cara, my Kia, has some shades for the summer.
Now, the real reason for this blog. A few months back, I was asked to sing at the Women's Day to Grow at my church. I was super psyched, I was ready to sing for them. I was going to sing "Beautiful Beautiful" by Francesca Battistelli, but as luck would have it, I got the WORST cold of the year (at least it wasn't like last year's strep throat. Yech!). I had no voice whatsoever. I was bummed, so I stepped down and wished them luck for the day. According to mom, it was fun.
So, a couple weeks ago, our worship leader, John, emailed me and asked me to do the special during offering today. I figured, I'll sing that song now. I'm better now, and it's something I haven't been able to share.
The gist of the song (in case you don't know it, or you didn't watch the video) is that we are insignificant, but God has found favor in us all, and His love and His grace is what makes our lives Beautiful (Beautiful). When I sat down to listen to the sermon, guess what Pastor John's service was about? Finding Significance as Christians. I couldn't have planned that better if I'd actually tried. Also, I love hearing from people that the songs I sing have an impact. It's very moving to me. My mom was speaking to someone during Sunday School whose mother is ill, and she'd been putting together a photo montage of her mother's life, but couldn't find a song. Guess what song she is putting to it?
Seriously, God never ceases to surprise me. When I was going through a really hard time (crappy living situation on top of the VERY recent demise of my poor puppy, Charmie), I didn't know how much more I could take, and the day after Charm died, I got a text from my roommate that our landlords had found us a subletter, and we could get out of our lease. I literally sobbed with relief as I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.
That is God. We make the choices, but He's the one who directs our paths, if we let Him. I've been trying to be more open to letting Him guide my path. To Colorado. :-)
I also met a new guy this weekend. He's not my type. He's too childish and his face is too big for his head.
I'll totally take cuddles when I go to her house to visit, though.