5 Signs You May Be The Most Awkward Person You Know

I know other people seem awkward…  but let’s be honest: you probably create 85% of the awkward moments you find yourself in.  No, it’s just me?  Oh.

1. You often start doing the “which-side-of-the-sidewalk-do-I-walk-on” shuffle with an oncoming pedestrian like 50 feet in advance.

2. You have trouble introducing people without making both parties feel weird.

I get really excited when I introduce people, and I usually want the people to like each other.  So I (awkwardly) try to search for anything (literally anything) they may have in common that they could talk about.  One time, I actually opened with, “hey, I think you guys take the same route to work each morning!!!!”  Yeah, I know no one ever talks about that in real life.

3. You have trouble leaving meetings, conversations, rooms, etc. without making some weird face or doing a weird walk.

My go-to meeting ender? “Reeeaaaddddyyyy? Break!”

4. You talk or sing or hum to yourself audibly.

My poor cube neighbors.

5. You laugh nervously and state “That was awkward” anytime something strange happens. 

Yep, it’s almost never awkward until that declaration is made.

 

Confession: (or maybe obvious statement?) I do all of the above on a pretty routine basis.  So we all know what that means!

10 Things About Living Close To Work

My place of work recently moved from about 25 minutes to 2 minutes away from where I live.  After a few months of acclimation, here are some helpful observations on living close to work:

1. You have/gain a lot of extra time.

I gained about an hour on each end of my day – even though my commute was only supposed to take 25 minutes, it usually took close to an hour depending on traffic, weather, if I rode the bus, etc.  I use one extra hour to sleep and the other to exercise.  It’s a beautiful thing.

2. You can go home for lunch / have lunch parties at your house.

‘Nuff said.  Anyone up for a lunch party?

3. You save a lot of money on gas and eating out.

Also not much more to say on that one…I don’t know how I was sustaining myself before.

4. You become the office “emergency plan.”

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard, “Yes, but you live so close, so you’ll be here, right?”  Snow day? No problem.  Elisabeth lives nearby, she can walk in.  Natural disaster? No worries.  Again, she can walk.  Zombie Apocalypse?  She’s probably safe.  We’re all good.

I’ve started to regret telling them where I live.

5. People assume you walk or bike to work.

My response: “You know, you would think that…[trailing off into awkward silence]” (I did bike in once; worst experience EVER.)

6. Your car doesn’t have time to warm up in the winter.

I spend more time letting my car warm up than I do driving in.  I feel like that might not be great for my car.

7. It is really hard to be on time/early when you live so close.

There’s this misconception that because you live so close, you can get there immediately.  However, I’ve been late more now than I ever was before.  (Oops.)  I have to build back some time into my morning routine so I get out of the house on time.

8. If you have a wardrobe malfunction, you can go home and change immediately.

I haven’t had to use this one yet, but it just seems like that would be super helpful…you know, in case of emergency.

9. You know all the good restaurants in the area.

This is surprisingly useful knowledge.

10. You get to spend under 5 minutes commuting!!

Priceless.

DNA – Discovering inNate Attributes

My mother is a dear, sweet, sensitive soul.  She is always looking out for others sensitivity – partly from her own experience, and partly because she sincerely does not want to offend or hurt anyone.  When I was younger, I often felt like she was over-sensitive, stifling potential fun we could have had in an effort to be painfully considerate of those around us.

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I, her daughter, am not a sensitive soul.  Growing up, I did things the way I wanted to do them because I thought that was right.  I was not sensitive, and I had very little patience for others’ sensitivities.  I viewed the virtue of sensitivity as a weakness that hindered moving forward in life.

You can imagine my surprise, then, when a few years ago I started saying things like, “Wait – shouldn’t we consider how this might affect so-and-so?” and “Hold on – how do you think [insert name here] will respond to this decision?”  In response, sometimes people would actually stop and think about their plans and how they might affect others.  Sometimes, my friends would look at me quizzically and quickly move on.  The worst is when people would say, “Don’t you think you’re being a little too sensitive?”  I started to realize, much to my chagrin, that I was, in this particular way, becoming my mother.  And (even worse) that my friends were treating me the same way I was treating my mother.

What I didn’t realize back then was that my mother was cultivating in me a sensitivity to others’ sensitivities.  She was teaching me to be considerate of others and thoughtful towards their needs.  In the timeless words of Atticus Finch, she was teaching me that “you never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view – […] until you climb into his skin and walk around in it” (To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee).  She challenged my inconsiderate and selfish views time and again.

As I have reflected on this over the past year, I have become increasingly thankful for my mother’s influence.  I am thankful that she both put up with my insensitivity and taught me something that was so foreign to my nature.  Without her, I would not have the same kind of appreciation for other people’s feelings.  My world has grown from my one small perspective to include perspectives of all the people around me.  I’m learning life in the real world.

I still do not consider myself a sensitive person, but I am slowly moving towards becoming a sensitivity-conscious individual.  I feel blessed by my mother and her training – I am thankful she is a part of my life.

I wrote this post in response to this week’s Daily Press writing challenge.  Although I usually don’t prefer a jump-start to my “creative process,” this prompt hit me like a ton of bricks and I couldn’t let it go.

Sisters Tribute

WARNING: Unless you’re related to me, this might be kind of boring.  And even then, this might be a stretch.  If you want to know the gist without further reading, it’s this: My sisters (and brother) are awesome, and I love them a ton.  The end.

If you’re brave, here is the long version:

My sisters are awesome.  It’s almost not fair how awesome they are.  I mean, don’t be jealous or anything, just know that I’m glad they’re my sisters.

Let me explain.  We haven’t always been friends, and we haven’t always liked each other.  We don’t always understand each other, and we certainly don’t always get along.  But we’re friends.  We love each other, we pray for each other, we get each other, and we enjoy each other.  Our relationship goes above and beyond the pre-programmed family plan…you know, the one that says you have to care for and tolerate those who are related to you.

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“But we’re friends.  We love each other.”

Like I said, it wasn’t always like this.  I was the evil tyrant who made sure her way was followed under pain of death.  There was the manipulative tattle-tale, the defiant sulker, and the sly princess.  We all did a lot of damage when we were younger.  God has been ridiculously gracious and has redeemed us out of our fallen ways, but it’s taken a long time to “grow up” – a.k.a. become more and more sanctified through Jesus Christ.  People in my family are still scared of angering me because they are unsure of how I will react – and to be honest, sometimes even that attitude towards me makes me mad.  So we’re all works-in-progress, but we’re all working together.

It’s fascinating to me that the four of us are related and yet have vastly different personalities.  I have one polar opposite, one mini-me (times ten, as I affectionately describe her), and one sort-of-similar-sort-of-opposite (SSSO) sister.

Polar-opposite and I have a sweet relationship now, but it is born out of much frustration and misunderstanding.  I still think that we wouldn’t really be friends if we weren’t related – a fact that bothers her but makes total sense to me.  (Of course.)  All I mean by that is that we wouldn’t naturally gravitate towards each other.  The fact is, she has taught me a lot about life that I never would have learned if it weren’t for her.  I’m so glad we’re related and get to be friends!  Her ability to sympathize and interact with others blows my mind.  She genuinely cares for people and people genuinely care for her in return.  She is the funniest one of us and can pretty much always make me laugh.

Mini-me and I have always butted heads.  That’s what happens when two very similar people live in close proximity.  We excel at the same things, we like many similar things, we have similar sin patterns, and we know exactly which buttons to press when.  We’re also incredibly stubborn.  As you can imagine, this led to many unhappy battles and some fierce competition.  Don’t worry, we have a sweet relationship now, too.  We are both learning to extend grace and to really appreciate our similarities.  Because we understand each other, we can help each other process and grow in ways that Polar-opposite and I can’t.  She does seem to be me times ten, which means that she is also much quicker to forgive and to admit when she’s wrong.  Her humility puts me to shame.  I’m definitely learning from her.

SSSO and I have been super close from the moment she was born.  I think we must have gone through some sort of bonding back then.  I can just look at her and know that she loves and accepts me with no hesitation.  Even though we are far apart in age, we are close in spirit.  I feel very protective of her.  In the years to come, I am sure she will be teaching me things about loyalty, beauty, and peace.  Her once-hard heart has been recently softened, and there is already an abundance of joy flowing forth.

Although this post is mostly about my sisters, I would be remiss to not mention my brother.  He is a funny kid – all heart, lots of swagger, and growing strong.  Our relationship with him is vastly different than our relationship with each other, but it’s a fun friendship nonetheless. : )

I have grown increasingly thankful for my sisters, so this my small tribute to them.  I love them so much – and that love has increased a hundredfold now that we are also all sisters in Christ.  I’m thankful for a lovely family and I’m thankful for the ways God has blessed me through them.

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I’m thankful for the ways God has blessed me through them.

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10 Reasons Why Easter is My Second Favorite Church Holiday

…and why my titles are so long.  Just kidding.

I love celebrations and parties.  The more things to celebrate, the better!  I have four favorite holidays.  Two of them are the Fourth of July and My Birthday.  I think these holidays both have a magical quality.  They are full of cheer, family and friends, fireworks, and great food.  What more could you ask for?

My other two favorites are “church” holidays, meaning they relate to historical biblical events and celebrate incredible truths about the God I believe in.  These are Christmas and Easter.  It is amazing that we are able to celebrate our story of redemption through Jesus Christ by marveling in God’s story of salvation.  So here are 10 reasons why Easter is on my “top 4” list of Holidays.

Sidebar: I am also a fan of every holiday that gets me out of work for a day.

10.  Easter speaks of Spring.

Easter is usually around the end of March/beginning of April, which is just when Vermont is starting to think about bringing Spring around (hopefully).  It’s an exciting time of year when things start to bloom.  Spring is a symbolic season for Easter…it represents Jesus Christ’s resurrection and the hope that comes with new life.

9.  It makes me think.

I don’t normally reflect on every holiday, but I do spend a lot of time thinking about Easter every year.  Read John 13-20 and you’ll see what I mean.

8.  Malted milk balls, Starburst Jelly Beans, and Peeps are in stores.

Need I say more?!

7.   It’s a reminder that Jesus has conquered death!

What?  How is that possible?!?  Acts 2:24 says “But God raised him from the dead, freeing him from the agony of death, because it was impossible for death to keep its hold on him.”  Cool.  So the most scary, most sure thing in the entire world is conquered.  That’s awesome!

6.  It provides great excuse to get a new dress.

Ok, well it use to.  Every Easter my mom would take us dress shopping.  I loved getting a new dress!  Now that I am poor and clothes cost a lot of money, I have given this tradition up.  Maybe someday it will resume…

5.  It’s a reminder that Jesus was the perfect sacrifice.

In the Old Testament (OT), we read about the Jews having to offer up sacrifices for their sins.  This didn’t happen once a month or when they felt like … it happened all the time.  The OT sacrificial system was a bloody, exhausting ritual that never fully satisfied God’s wrath against sin.  When Jesus came to earth as a man, lived a perfect life, died a terrible death, and rose again, he accomplished what no amount of animal sacrifice could: a once-for-all payment for our sin.  “For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your forefathers, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect.” I Peter 1:18-19  “For Christ died for sins once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God. ” I Peter 3:18.

4.  There are a lot of special music ensembles.

And I mean a lot.  It’s always fun to listen to or participate in special ensembles at church.

3.  My mom can make a killer ham dinner.

It’s true.  And it’s delicious.  I don’t like Thanksgiving because I’m not a huge fan of the “thanksgiving food,” but I love Easter because of the “Easter food.”  That’s weird, I know.

2.  It’s a reminder that the Temple veil is torn in two.

Again in the Old Testament, the Temple was built as a place of worship.  The Most Holy Place, or the Holy of Holies, was the most sacred part of the temple because God dwelled there.  The Mercy Seat and the Ark of the Covenant were housed in this place.  No one could enter the Most Holy Place – if they did, they would die.  It was separated from the Holy Place by a thick veil.  The High Priest was the only one who could enter, and he could only enter once a year after taking numerous steps of purification and cleansing (Leviticus 16).  When Jesus died on the cross, “at that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom.  The earth shook and the rocks split.” Matthew 27:32-54  Jesus’ death opened the way to God!  He is now our mediator and we are no longer separated from our God.  The relationship that was broken in the Garden of Eden has been restored.  We can now commune with God through the Lord Jesus Christ.  That’s definitely something to celebrate.

1.  It’s a reminder that Jesus Christ is enough.  He has fully satisfied God’s justice and wrath for my sin.

Romans 5:9-11 “Since we have now been justified by his blood, how much more shall we be saved from God’s wrath through him!  For if, when we were God’s enemies, we were reconciled to him through the death of his Son, how much more, having been reconciled, shall we be saved through his life!  Not only is this so, but we also rejoice in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation.”

And there you have it – my top 10 for Easter.  I am so thankful that God sent His only son to die on the cross for me, a sinner.  I think that’s worth dwelling on over this next week.

Monday Musings – The Voices in My Head

I always have random catchphrases floating around my head.  Sometimes they are just whispers, but other times it seems like someone is yelling inside my head.  Sometimes, the “voices” have a mocking, impish tone.  Other times they are earnestly pleading with me to do the wise thing.  (I’m just going to go ahead and call these collective voices my conscience…I’m sincerely hoping that’s all they are…)

The most common phrases are: “redeem your time,” “gold is refined/purified through fire,” “don’t waste your life,” “don’t let go and let God, trust God and get going,” “forgive much, as you have been forgiven much,” “won’t let go until You bless me,” “you only live once” (and yes, occasionally that’s abbreviated to YOLO, but I try to discourage that), “do the right thing,” “do the wise thing,” “think of others as better than yourself,” “I’m singing in the rain,” “you are the chief of sinners,” “there are no strings attached to grace,” “you’re craving coffee,” “live life in a manner worthy of your calling,” “but for the grace of God, there go I,” etc., etc.  As you can see, sometimes it’s in a first person narrative, and other times it’s in third person.  You can imagine that when my conscience is telling me multiple things at a time, it becomes quite a cacophony of noise.

Obviously certain phrases are weightier than others, and are highlighted at different times.  The one that’s been weighing on me lately is “forgive much, as you have been forgiven.”

I have a little bit of a temper that tends to demand instant justification, both against my brothers and sisters in Christ and against non-Christians.  In light of this, I am constantly reminded that justice is not mine to give.  It is the Lord’s.  He is perfectly just and perfectly merciful.  Part of me is happy about that, because eventually everyone will be held accountable for what they do.  The part that awes me, though, is that because of Christ’s work on the cross, He has already born the punishment for the sins of all Christians.  They, in the end, will not be held accountable for their sin (either real or perceived by me); Christ will be.

This should provide a whole new outlook on life.  Who am I to demand justice of my brothers and sisters when justice has already been served?  Who am I to play god in my heart and pass judgement on people who have been redeemed and forgiven through the blood of Christ?  Who am I to think that I am above it all, and that my standard is the right standard?  I should instead be forgiving 70 times 7, meting out grace—not justice—to all those around me.  I should be looking forward to spending eternity with some of the coolest, kindest people I know.  And of course the only way this is possible is because I also have been forgiven—an infinite amount more than 70 times 7.

“Oh praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead!”

I want to always bask in these truths so that when I feel that temper wash over me in a hurry, I can crush it with a single phrase.  My prayer is that my love for my brothers and sisters in Christ will grow every day.

I am thankful that God uses our consciences to speak truths to us.

10 Things I learned on the Megabus

I took the Megabus to Boston this weekend.  It was only a four hour drive, so I slept most of the way there.  But for the moments that I was awake, I learned several important life-lessons that I thought I should share:

1.  Old ladies don’t settle well.

There were three old ladies who got on the bus with us (and by old I mean much older than me…but not olde).  These women did not know each other, but they quickly got to know one another as they traded seats 3-4 times before finally picking the ones they liked best.  After all appeared well, one lady got up, moved to a different seat across the bus, and exclaimed loudly, “She coughs a lot!”  This was, of course, in reference to and in ear shot of one of the other old ladies.

2.  People are nosy (or maybe just over-the-top curious?).

One of the ladies was having trouble pulling up her bus ticket on her phone.  Between myself and another guy on the bus, we were able to help her get her ticket so that she could prove to the driver that she was serious about going to Boston.  Another guy, totally unrelated to everything that was going on, piped up, “What’s going on?  What’s happening?”  After getting an odd look from me, he followed up with, “I mean, I’m just wondering.”

3.  When it sounds like you’re in a perpetual wind tunnel, it might be time to re-think the window structure of your vehicle.

I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy the sound of a wind tunnel minus the wind, but I’m not saying I do.

4.  Don’t put your seat in a reclining position.

…For fear of bashing the knees of the person behind you.  I had just drifted off and was enjoying a little nap when all of a sudden, WHAM!  Down comes the chair of the person sitting in front of me, bashing my knees and forcing me both awake and in an extreme upright position all at once.  For those of you who know me, you know that my just awakened state is not nice.  My startled, just awakened state is even worse.  Fortunately, though, I was dazed enough that I just started laughing.  As I was trying to squirm out from under the chair (because now it was claustrophobic), my friend leaned over and kindly asked the woman to put her seat up on my behalf.  And back to sleep I went.  (That’s probably the only semi-civil “I-just-woke-up” story you’ll ever hear about me.)

5.  Don’t try to have a private conversation unless you’re willing to share it with the entire first floor of the bus.

Oddly enough, even with the wind tunnel, sound carries remarkably well on a Megabus.

6.  People-watching can actually get boring when it’s the same people doing the same things for four hours.

Granted, I was only awake for a fraction of that time, but every time I woke up, everyone was doing the same things, basically talking, reading, eating, or listening to music.  The only changes came when people went to the bathroom.

7.  Megabus drivers are beasts of the road.  Seriously.

I take the bus around my hometown quite often and I’m always a little scared about how smoothly the ride will go.  But not so with the Megabus!  These drivers are awesome!  They navigate the cities and the highways with incredible ease.  Well, I guess I should qualify this – I don’t know about all Megabus drivers.  I just know that ours was awesome.

8.  It is really nice to not have to pay an arm and a leg for gas.

Taking the bus was not totally my first choice.  I like driving, so I would have preferred that method of travel.  However, the gas benefit far outweighed my preference, and I definitely do not regret it.

9.  I’m about to (or have already?) join the ranks of the “old” ladies above (#1).

My hands and feet have started to swell whenever I travel.  I’m talking like I-have-shoes-that-feel-a-size-too-small and I-can’t-take-my-rings-off swollen.  I feel like that’s a bad thing.

10.  I like not having to navigate the streets of Boston.

I barely made it out the last time I drove…those streets are confusing!

10 Things I Learned In Quebec City

I recently just spent a weekend in Quebec City for their annual Winter Carnival.  We went not totally knowing what to expect, but we left with every intent to come back again.  It was so cold, but so worth it.  Here are my top 10 takeaways from our trip (not all necessarily related to Winter Carnival):

10. No matter who I’m traveling with, I will always, always fall asleep in a moving vehicle (unless, of course, I’m driving).

When traveling, I cannot stay awake for the life of me – by bus, train, car, or plane.  It doesn’t matter how fun or awesome my travel buddies are.  My eyes just shut and I’m out.  The only time I didn’t fall asleep was while I was on a camel.   I even fell asleep while traveling with my boss on a business trip.  I still haven’t heard the end of that.  Badly done, Elisabeth.  Badly done.

9.  No matter how cold you are, you can always feel colder.

Until, of course, you go completely numb, feel warm, and then die.  But until then, just know that you can always feel colder.  The worst is the “I-can’t-control-my-shivering-and-teeth-chattering” stage.  That’s only “fun” if everyone else around you is also in that same stage.  Otherwise you just look dumb.  At this point it’s probably best to reevaluate your life choice to be outside.

8.  Not all Canadians sound like they’re from Canada.

Most Canadian Provinces are English-speaking.  I was talking with a couple of girls who were staying in the same hostel we were at.  Until I asked them where they were from, I assumed they were from someplace in the U.S.  When they said “Calgary,” it still took me a few minutes to register that Oh, they must be from Canada.  I had no idea where Calgary was, nor did I know that it was a real place.  Turns out it’s in Alberta.  When I told them I was from Vermont, they gave me the same blank stare I had just given them.  Yay for ignorance!

7.  Free food tents are genius.

At Winter Carnival, there was a Kraft Foods tent that gave away free samples. One representative even told us “If you go around enough times, you won’t have to eat dinner!”  We did not need to be told twice.  We spent way too much time in that tent.  We are of the strong opinion that this business marketing model should be employed at any and all possible venues.  We’ll buy your food…eventually.  Until then, just give it to us for free.  Please?

6.  Quebec does not particularly care to keep their roads clear.

I just kept thinking, “if we were in Vermont, these sidewalks would be spotless.”  I don’t think Quebec even knows what salt or sand is.  The roads (especially the sidewalks) were treacherous and in some cases unplowed.  We were pretty much either slipping on a thick icy layer or sloshing through a slushy, muddy mess.  I definitely hit the ground at least once, and had several other close calls.  And I wasn’t the only one…one girl had actually gathered a small crowd because she didn’t move after she went down.  She got up eventually…

5.  Timeliness, efficiency, and accuracy are very American values.

The program for the Carnival ended up not being very helpful – the prices were often wrong, the event times were negotiable, and the signs were misleading.  Also, the organization/execution of the whole deal was sketchy.  The horse races were supposed to start at noon; instead, they started grooming the track at noon.  We watched them groom the track for a full 40 minutes before anything started happening.  The parade was supposed to start at 7:00 pm.  We thought it would reach us at around 7:30 at the latest.  It didn’t get to our location until about 8:45 pm.  And it moved veeeerrrrryyyy slowly.  I’m sure I would be fine with this if I was used to it, but I’m not.  This is how I learned #9.

4.  Quebec City is beautiful.

Especially the old part.  End of story.  It was like walking the streets of Paris.  Also, the waterfront reminded me of Burlington.  Beautiful.

3.  Irish Pubs are awesome – until the live music starts to suck.

I don’t know if this is universal or not, but please try to keep the music classy.  It doesn’t matter how drunk everyone is or how late it has become.  No one wants to listen to someone shouting the f-word every other syllable.  Until that point, the music was phenomenal.

2.  Ice-toboggin slides are amazing.

If you ever have an opportunity to go down one, do not hesitate to take that opportunity and run with it.  That is all I am going to say.

1.  I love traveling with friends!!

I’ve traveled by myself a lot.  It’s ok for the most part, but it is just so much more fun to be with other people!  Plus, you get to build random funny memories that you can talk about for a long time.

Well, that’s my list.  I highly recommend going to Quebec City…it’s awesome.

Monday Musings

So, work today was a beast.  Or a nightmare.  Or the beast in my worst nightmare.  Whatever.  But in spite of that, I’ve still managed to be blessed.  Rather, I was incredibly blessed in spite of myself.

I got to work early this morning to help jump-start a new process that went live.  The only issue was…well, who am I kidding.  Everything was an issue.  Which I was prepared for, but optimistically hoping that wasn’t going to be the case.

The reason I say I was blessed in spite of myself is because sometimes it seems like I do everything possible to be undeserving of blessings.  I have a bad attitude, I get angry, or I have a conniption.  Or all of the above.  Today was just one of those days – I was just not a nice person.  It’s days like today when I manage to perfect the eye roll and sigh/grunt combo.

But God was gracious, and here’s what happened:

  • I ordered a latte…the guy said, “Do you want a grande or a tall?” I said grande.  He said, “Ok!  I’ll charge you for a tall!”  What?  That’s awesome!! (And yes I did get a grande for a tall.)
  • I got not one but two emails from my super sweet little 8 year old friend…she brightened my day up twice!
  • I ended up not having to pay for parking…there was a sign on the booth that said “You’re free to go!”
  • I accidentally left my fork ring in the kitchen at work – when I called one of my coworkers, she happened to still be there and found it for me!
  • My sister graciously filled in for me when I was supposed to bring snacks to an event tonight.  I ended up not going.
  • etc. etc. etc.

All throughout the day, the phrase that kept coming to mind was “Won’t let you go unless you bless me.”  I didn’t know where that was in the Bible, but recalled a book with that title.  Thumbing through the book, I found that this phrase is from a passage in Genesis, when Jacob wrestled with the Lord.  “When the man saw that he did not prevail against Jacob, he touched his hip socket, and Jacob’s hip was put out of joint as he wrestled with him.  Then he said, ‘Let me go, for the day has broken.’ But Jacob said, ‘I will not let you go unless you bless me.'”  Genesis 32:25-26

This is a striking picture of persistence.  I kind of feel the opposite most of the time…like I said, I was blessed in spite of myself.  Either way, we serve a gracious and kind God, who gives blessings to his chosen people.  And bottom line is, we’re not deserving.  It doesn’t really matter if we’re begging for blessing or trying to thwart it.  God blesses in spite of ourselves.  And everyday I’m thankful for that.

*note: it might matter if we’re begging or thwarting, or maybe the premise of the beg or thwart matters…i don’t really know.  if anyone has any thoughts, let me know : )