Showing posts with label Surprises. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Surprises. Show all posts

Friday, January 04, 2013

Received an email today entitled, "Packing list for Saturday".
(which if you don't know - is my birthday!) Woohoo!

The contents of the email were as follows:


Pack this crap.  Seriously: 
1)  Water bottle
2)  Goretex hiking boots
3)  Ski jacket
4)  Warm socks, maybe two pairs
5)  Warm gloves for snow
6)  Hat / ear covers
7)  Snow pants?  Do you have them?
8)  Clean, comfy change of dry clothes
9)  Scarf, just in case
10) long underwear
11) pillow
12) Phone charger for the car? 
Those are the necessities I can think of so far.  I'll let you know if I think of anything else!

Happy Birthday tomorrow, Love!
Boyfriend.

I was told it could be strenuous, or relaxing, based on what I feel up to.... So it's off to an early bed time!  Goodnight friends.  When I wake, I'll be 26 years old.  Dear Lord Almighty!! 


Monday, January 09, 2012

Another birthday surprise!! 

This arrived at my front door today.  
The return address on the box was from some woman in Missouri (an Etsy shop)? 

I love it, and I'd love to know who it is from :)  

You all are making me LOVE 25.   

The quote is one I stole from Rose Ruiz - which she posted from a conversation with Linda Cline - which Linda credits to the blog of Kathy Gilbert - which came out of Fenelon's writing.  


Sunday, January 08, 2012

I've got some tricks up my sleeve for today.  :)  
I was also so excited about it, that when my body decided to wake up at 5am, I went with it.  
Problem is, 10am is almost here, the festivities about to begin, and now I'm ready for a nap.  
No worries, I've been looking forward to today for months now.  And I think that, and my excellent company will be enough to keep me plenty awake today.  


B/E/M:  Don't worry, this was going to be our breakfast plans, but I  couldn't get reservations.  
You'll probably like plan B better anyways. :/ 

Thursday, January 05, 2012

The surprises continue...

Is this getting old?   I don't think I've ever felt so spoiled on a birthday, and I think I'm going to continue to document it as the day goes.   This day has already been too wonderful to forget. :)
Surprise visitor and a thoughtful card and gift. :)
The birthday surprises continue.  : )



We'd love to know who this one is from... :)

Top guesses include my parents, T (though I think she'd have called me "Rina" in the card), Aaron, my sister Kim, and maybe Kim Rankin or Linda??? Really, no idea.

Whoever you are, I love them!!! Soooo pretty! 
I. LOVE. SURPRISES.


In fact, it was only this past year that I learned that some people really don't like them. To me, everything seems better as a surprise. While I've learned to love some of my close friends by not making every special event a surprise, they've learned to love me.... with some wonderful surprises.

I'm mostly talking about Megs here. So grateful for the lessons I'm learning through our friendship, and for her patience and grace with me along the way.

Yesterday, sitting at my desk, I heard a voice I know by heart, but couldn't place. It didn't belong at work. And especially so happy at work. I know my face showed utter shock - and that it worried Megs a bit when I just stared at her, my every feature saying, "What are you doing here?" Her response, "Surprise. I know this is probably the worst day I could have come, but I figured better late than never." Hinting that if it weren't yesterday or today, it would be never. She held out a giant box - a care package. I'd once complained to her (and Jordyn) about how I never got care packages in college, since I was just downstairs from my family. She'd made me a care package for my new job - with my favorite chocolates, advil, hand sanitizer - all the little things only someone who knew me would think to collect for me and my new desk.

Then, her, Kristin and I went to get smoothies and coffee. It was a PERFECT surprise. :) Thanks for being such an incredible friend, Meg Landies. Thanks for learning how I love to be loved. For being patient, kind, and sassy. For being a listening ear. For believing the best about me. And for doing your best to always hear my heart and try to understand this crazy lady.

Friday, April 01, 2011

See what I'm saying...?

Found this on my bed last night.



I'd seen it in my Dad's den a few weeks back and was looking through it. He wasn't going to let me have it. But, looks like he did, or bought me my own? I don't really know, all I know is I was sad last night when I walked into my room... and then I saw this sitting on my bed. :)


LOVE YOU MORE Daddy. xox. Your surprises, big and small, make my heart happy.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

We. Are. Planners. That is what I am realizing. We are planners, who love to be surprised, because that means someone else took the time and effort to plan how to surprise us... or rather, out-plan us. I had started to see this more clearly about myself last week. But, I just realized, the same is true of Kimberly and Kristin too. I'm recognizing this because I now have discovered that two of my girl friends do not like surprises. Why? They like to feel ready, prepared. I hate feeling unprepared, yet I love being surprised. :/ It is probably the ultimate form of showing you care as far as I'm concerned. Plus, it's just fun. As for the planning part, yes, I love waking up early and listing out all the things I want to get done that day- the more accomplished by 11a, the better I feel. I love to-do lists (as you now know). I love being able to plot out where things will be in 5 years (hopefully) -- perhaps more dreaming than planning. I love the details and the big picture. And I feel like both my sisters are pretty similar (in their own forms).

We all mark Kristin off as being more of the free-spirit, wild child ... but of all of us, she is the most driven in so many ways too. She knows where she wants to be, and she continues to fight to get there, no matter what. She too, is a planner. And she too, loves surprises. And, I don't really need to say anything of Kim for those of you who know her, but for those of you who don't... she's a planner extraordinaire.... be it packing, wedding planning, home remodels, trip itineraries... you name it. And yet, she loves a good surprise! So why is it that all three of us girls fall into this strange balance, of loving planning, and yet loving when things go beyond any of our plans?

Meet Loretta Joanne Kelly. Mother of the three. Early-childhood education major, who turned little projects into remarkable feats of creativity and daring.... built playhouses out of piping and fabric (before they were things you could just buy online), taught us how to make playdough, managed one of the largest Children's Worlds in the area, and who plots out her garden by color, season, and height in elaborate drafts. My mom- problem solver, do-it-your-selfer-RIGHT-NOW woman of the year! Got an idea? Let's get a pencil and some paper and give this concept some roots! She likes plans, she just prefers to make those plans reality within the next 48 hours. I love the pieces of me I get from my mom. I love creating. I love thinking up something I've never seen, and working with her to make it real (though I won't like, there is plenty of tension in the different methods and visions- but it always ends up incredible). I also love the pieces that show up in my sisters.

Now, note Thomas Edward. Engineer. Planner. Problem-solver. STRATEGIC, problem-solver. Deep thinker- slow(er) mover. He can create the most flawless plans I am sure. But typically, my mom has already done something and moved on to a new project by then. UNLESS, he is thinking up a surprise, then no one knows about it and no one can interrupt his planning mode. And let me tell you, NO ONE can do surprises like my dad can. Nor do I think anyone has ever done so many. LIFE with dad is a surprise. You ask for something, you get a no. We've always considered this to just be part of his "We'll start with no, and maybe work to maybe" philosophy, but I'm realizing it might be just as much his love for giving surprises. You see, once he says no, then he can decide if he wants to give it to you... and if he does, he figures you'll be surprised and all the more excited. My dad's love for surprises has trained us girls to always expect the unexpected. And this is what I come down to. Mom, the master of in-the-minute planning, who can go with the flow and create something remarkable out of whatever you give her... and dad who loves to make every possible thing into a surprise, created 3 girls, who live life, constantly planning and re-planning, ready for anyone to throw anything into the mix... and thrilled when someone does, because it just means more material to work with and something even better to create out of that day.

The somewhat down side to all this, I am always half-hoping that there is a surprise coming. You said I wasn't getting a party, but that doesn't mean anything. And it is not because I am not grateful, it is just because 55% of the time, there is some sort of a surprise behind the corner, it is just a matter of guessing the right way, and not leading on that you are on to it.... because once you figure it out, he (Dad) might decide it's not worthwhile, since it is no longer a surprise. So, you have to act blind to it... until after at least. But there are plenty of signs to give a surprise away, especially when you have 24 years of skilled-surprise-reading practice like myself, and when you are constantly seeking to read people. Dad? One sign, he tells you, you aren't going to get it. And he tries to see just how badly you want it. He might bring it back up, prompting to see your misery, just to make sure the sweet receiving of the desired thing/event/gift is all the sweeter. It kills him how good I've gotten at reading surprises. I'm trying to get better at not figuring out surprises... but when you are the daughter of Loretta Kelly, you are also always conducting impromptu creating and planning in your head... and the child of Thomas, you are theorizing and analyzing.... and the product, you scan the environment, conversation, etc and come up with a list of possibilities, quickly discarding as new information is presented, until you stumble upon the greatest likelihood based on the person.... and voila.... even if you don't want to... it happens.

But do not be disheartened, and please do not give up the surprises, because what I just described to you is accompanied by the most wonderful high of excitement and joy, knowing that someone cares enough to lead me into that adventure of discovery! Planning and Surprises-- oh how I love them both!! And how incredibly loved I feel when I find myself tumbling down that rabbit hole!

Saturday, February 20, 2010

The blogs are lacking as of late. I know. As I mentioned in earlier blogs, this month is different. I know the Lord is calling me to fill up at every opportunity. I previously called it "carb loading," which was a mistake. Kristin keeps bringing up my "carb loading" in reference to food and I keep having to shout back at her "I meant spiritually speaking!" This dramatic interaction is made more entertaining to us two because my name in her phone is "Carbonator." One rather enjoyable afternoon I was eating some delicious bread and singing its praises. In my excitement over the bread, and all the delicious carb-filled foods, I exclaimed "Just call be the Carb-o-nator!" And thus, she has.

So yes, carb-loading. Where last month was more about fasting and sacrificing, the Lord changed my focus for this season to be more about 'displacing.' When you focus on eating vegetables and salads, you naturally don't have room for the other (less healthy) foods. Likewise, asI am focusing on reading, studying and memorizing scripture, my Max Lucado book, The Seeking Heart, praying, journaling, worshipping, doing homework with excellence, and strengthening specific relationships. I just don't have as much time to blog or facebook. So, as you see less blogs these days, hopefully it will begin to pay off by better blogs. And if it doesn't, look forward to what is to come.

That said, I had such an excellent week. I'd been looking forward to it for the past month. Knowing I'd be done with my Daniel Fast, and that school would be slowing down slightly this week, I'd made all sorts of fun plans weeks and weeks out. Coffee date with Rose Ruiz (one of the BEST ways to begin the day!), snowboarding day with Elsa and Madison, dinner with Linda Cline, sleepover with Mac and Jordyn at the Clines, my Coffee Seminar (one of the final steps for my Coffee Master's program at Starbucks). It was incredible-- and now it is over.

I found all of these experiences this week had a congruent affect on me. It was most visible in my dinner date with Linda, but the others stirred the same waters in my spirit: The Lord has a plan, and it's going to be great! Linda encouraged me so much to be 'expectant' and excited for what is coming, and to trust that all the little pieces that may seem random or aimlessly hard will surprise me years down the road with how they played together. My life has felt scattered- I've been sowing here and there- faithfully, but to seemingly disconnected aspects all at once. The plates are beginning to merge.

It just came to me in fact that on our drive home from snowboarding, Madison was surprised to hear I happen to LOVE a certain song on the United Pursuit Band's recent CD. She had deleted it because it bothered her, namely the singer's voice. I love it. It's one of my favorites. To me, the words are so raw and unexpected.

It is called "Come Away," which already makes me love it. I love "Come Away With Me" by Norah Jones, and I love Bethel Worship's "Come Away With Me" and I love Evan Earwicker's "Come Away." And I love the Song of Solomon's for the same reason. Being drawn away- aww, yes. Something in me just comes alive at that invitation.

But back to the story. Madison was shocked. As I told her, I love it because typically when someone is 'full of themself' it is a negative trait. But here, when the Lord is singing and He says, "It's gonna be full of Me" - what better thing could be said?! What better promise could He make? The whole song continues:

Come away with Me
Come away.
It's never too late
It's never too late
It's not too late for you

I have a plan for you
I have a plan.

It's gonna be wild
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be full of Me.


I sincerely love surprises. And He knows that; furthermore, I think He loves that. :) It is not just in the surprise, but the knowing that I don't know, that I revel. I don't think a Lover could tell me something better than that they have a plan, for me, that's going to be wild, great, and full of the Lord. For that Lover to be the Lord- and to involve 'coming away' to some amazing place- yeah, my heart is flooded. I could continue, but I'm pretty sure the point is clear.

I think that might be my anthem right now. My promise I'm holding on to. I'm not going to try to figure things out, manipulate any situation to make it orderly or controlled, I'm not going to set my hopes on any specific picture... I'm just going to trust He has a plan for me, and it's gonna be wild, it's gonna be great, it's gonna be full of Him!

And with that, I'm finishing up what He's set before me and waiting 'expectantly' to see where He is about to draw me to next. I'm waiting for His voice, and as soon as I hear Him say, "Come away with me.." I'm going to run.