Welcome to my life

This week was a weird one for me. Just mentally. I was a little out of it, even more than usual.

One evening, my roommate called me out of my room into the kitchen: “Hey roomie!  Look at the floor!”

I burst out of my room and wildly scanned the floor for a cockroach or some equally disgusting intruder. Instead, I saw a sausage lying quietly on the mat by the kitchen sink. Oops. That had definitely been sitting there since two hours prior when I had spilled the contents of our overstuffed freezer onto the kitchen floor. Thought I had picked up everything, but this bugger had gotten away. And gone unnoticed by me for the next few hours as I went about my business making, eating, and cleaning up my dinner…

Another night, I was in the bathroom washing my hands when the huge bar of soap managed to slip out of my hands directly onto my contact case, which is composed of three separate parts that immediately exploded into the farthest corners of the room.

As I shook my head at myself, I heard my roommate call out from the next room, “Don’t give up!”

“What?” I asked in confusion.

“Don’t give up on life! Things will get better!”

Apparently she had heard my many yelps of surprise throughout the evening as various mishaps took place and thought I could use the encouragement. I immediately burst out laughing. Life is always better when you have people to point out your klutziness and strange behaviors.  For sure.


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Elizabeth holds to simple faith in a complex world. She values the beauty of the everyday and strives for vulnerability with other imperfect humans. She is currently pursuing her MDiv at Fuller Theological Seminary, so when she isn't busy writing academic papers, she is usually out enjoying the LA sunshine. She is constantly learning, laughing, and finding herself in awe of grace.

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