This job I’ve got.

I love getting to work when it’s still dark outside. The sun has yet to rise, and I already feel productive. I unlock the door…turn off the alarm and cut the lights on. There’s my desk…my lamp…my phone – The phone that doesn’t need to be turned on for another hour. Ahhh..It’s a beautiful thing, this job I’ve got.

I get to greet my work family members as they make their way towards the time clock – Handing their day over to Morehead Pools…to give their best for this company that I love…this company that my family owns. I smile and joke with these beautiful, odd people – All while sipping my coffee. It’s a beautiful thing, this job I’ve got.

I turn my computers on…key in passwords that my bosses trust me with. I wake the sleeping beast…good thing she’s a morning person;) Life behind my counter is good. I set the thermostats to desirable temperatures. I turn the radio on…to the stations that I enjoy. I mosey on back to the design showroom area and turn the fireplace on…then the television to HGtv. Next I fire up the Keurig. It’s important to keep the coffee ready to brew…VERY important. It’s a beautiful thing, this job I’ve got.

And you know what else? I have more than one best friend under one roof with me for the better half of my day…EVERY blessed work day. People I trust and love are constantly surrounding me. I work…I smile…I laugh…I get to help people. It’s a beautiful thing, this job I’ve got.

Seriously, I love my job.

Take joy in the simple blessings of each and every day. The fact that I have responsibility is blessing enough. I’m so thankful for this life I get to live…It really is a beautiful thing! 🙂

XOXO, Beck

I need a floor that creaks.

Here’s a little floetry for all of my free-spirited, free-thinking friends…You writers know that the words really mean something different to everyone. This afternoon, on the way home from the yogurt shop, I thought to myself…“I need a floor that creaks.” After thinking that, I knew that I needed to type it out.

Michael and I moved into a home with a creaky, cold floor and old windows that were sealed shut when we were first married…I loved that house. I was so young and immature. I still feel like that girl a lot of the time. Oftentimes, I just want to escape my immaturity…my materialism…my worry…I think that’s what this impromptu poem means to me…I think. Love y’all.

XOXO, Beck

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I need a floor that gives me away…

That creaks on the third step 

Towards my grand escape.

I need windows that keep me inside…

That won’t budge,

When I try to slide

My way out of this life

That I know I want.

***

I need…

A little less thinking.

A little more breathing.

I want…

To realize,

To really see…

That my creaky floor 

And old sealed windows

Can help me…

But they can’t make me into

The person that I should be.

***

No one is a stranger.

“Life on earth is simply preparation for eternity.”

The first time I heard someone speak those words, it was like a lightbulb came on in a dusty corner of my heart. So simple and so true. Life is preparing us for eternity…God is so gracious with His patience for us. It’s interesting the simple exchange that inspired me to pull into a vacant parking lot and pen these thoughts down. I was in the store, you know THE store…Target, looking for my son a spiderman t-shirt – One of the only three things that he asked for this Christmas…

“Miles, what would you like Santa to bring you for Christmas this year?”

“Blue present, spiderman shirt  and candy canes.”

Pretty simple list…He shall get them all! 🙂 So, I’m scouring the already picked through toddler t-shirt section and I can’t find a single spiderman shirt…There are plenty of superman and teenage mutant ninja turtles – I was gonna just type TMNT, but I didn’t know how hip all of my readers would be – but no señor spidey screened tees. I spot another woman shopping around, so I ask her if she’s seen one,

“Ma’am, have you seen a spiderman t-shirt around here for a 3 year old?”

“Oh yes, here they are. They’re all 5T, but they’ll shrink. Have you seen cotton pants for a 2T?”

And we shop together…Two supposed strangers shop together. I know it was a seemingly simple exchange, but I just couldn’t help but think to myself, “I’m being prepared for Heaven.”

We are all connected…grown from the same tree. Yet, somehow we’ve fooled ourselves into accepting the untruth that we are not woven into each other’s lives. We’ve accepted that the people we hurriedly pass by in life really are strangers. We may not have had deep meaningful conversations with them yet, like where the spiderman t-shirt is located in our favorite shopping spot, but we’re still tied into one another’s existences. I’m so thankful that God is patient with teaching us how to love and accept one another.

He sent His one and only Son to be born into this world, with the purpose of saving us…to give Eternal Life. Why would He do that? He absolutely loves us…each and every one. We that have placed our trust and our faith in the saving grace of Christ Jesus – We will live on forever, in eternity, with one another. So many of us will have never met, or perhaps we’ve crossed paths in a store, helping one another out…never really thinking about the fact that we are so completed connected. The fact that we’ve never met won’t change the fact that we’re family…we’re forever connected by and to the love of The Creator.

I just really want say to myself and to my friends – Don’t live your life with apathy towards the strangers that you cross paths with – The people that are being persecuted on the other side of the world – The person that is checking you out in line at the grocery store – The homeless man that you see everyday on your way to work…We are all connected. It’s the job of the enlightened ones to carry out this task…To share the love of Christ Jesus to all. Give food to the hungry one – Give a coat to the cold one – Share a smile with your neighbor…Let’s turn our mirrors outward – Let’s see the reflections of the people around us – Let’s focus more on others and less on ourselves.

XOXO, Beck

Just is what it is…

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Love does not need a reason to exist.

Sometimes love just is what it is…

***

There’s this thing that happens when two heart

Connect…

There’s this thing that happens when I just let…

You see me for who I really am…

You see me for who I really am not.

Then…so beautifully,

You see my possibilities.

And when I don’t make it…

To the end result

Of my fullest self…

You seem to love me even more…

Even more, because I’m not perfect.

***

Real love grows through

Times of pain.

Real love does not try to gain

Something in order to be more…

Real love is worth living for.

***

Love does not need a reason to exist.

Sometimes love just is what it is…

***

Shhh…It’s a secret!

KiKi LaKi’s 5 secrets to success:

Secret #1…
Well, crap. I forgot what I was gonna say.
Hold on…
Oh, yes…High waisted skinny jeans and a tunic to cover the tuckus – This is the answer to the 30 something female’s, with multiple kiddos, fashion dilemma. Please note that when you sit down, you’ll have to unbutton those babies. You just try to sit without unbuttoning and get back to me. Unbutton…Or stand.

Secret #2…
I’m winging this, y’all…I really just wanted to talk about the high waisted pantaloons.
Here goes…
Paper plates – This is the answer to the lazy 30 something’s kitchen cleaning woes. I would also like to add to this – Paper bowls, plastic cups, and plastic cutlery…(just eat off the counter, you’re gonna wipe it down anyway)
If you’re like me, this doesn’t grant you complete freedom from kitchen labor. You’ll still have to take out the trash. But don’t fret! As long as you don’t mind a slight bitch-out from your significant other – Just crack the nearest exit and prop that sucker up. I promise you it’ll make it to that can eventually. Yup. (I just screwed myself with this – totally.)

Secret #3…
I have no idea.
Skip.

Secret #4…
Everybody loves a spectacle. I don’t care how much they complain about so and so doing who knows what – They love it! Make a complete spectacle of yourself and have some FUN while you’re doing it! Sing during the musical interludes of your favorite 80s songs! Dance down the aisles of your favorite weekend hangout…Target, duh. Bring a full on meal into the movies and SIT ON THE FRONT ROW! Oooh, e’erybody gone be so jelly of your footlong meatball masterpiece! Secret numero quatro is OBVIOUSLY the answer to this 30 somethings weird and peculiar tendencies.

Secret #5…
High. Waisted. Jeans.
That is all.

This blog was brought to you by my blissful morning boredom. Aaah – It’s a beautiful thing!

XOXO, Beck

Blue.

For Bruce. We’ll always share the stars, brother. I love you.

***

The center of the ocean 

Is your home.

You move with the beat of the waves…

The changing tide

Is a brand new song.

Salvation wraps you up in love

With the dawning of each new day.

The deep end is your comfort zone…

Shallow waters never felt like home.

***

Spread your wings 

And soar.

With eyes open wide,

Don’t miss a thing.

Just let go…

***

Yours is this overwhelmingly

Endless sky…

Yours is this deep blue world below…

Yours is this freedom to roam.

When the light of day begins to fade…

Contentment kisses you goodnight

And tucks you in tight.

The deep end is your comfort zone.

Shallow waters never felt like home.

***

Spread your wings 

And soar.

With eyes open wide, 

Don’t miss a thing.

Just let go…

***

Give thanks to The Giver of

All things good…

Treasure every precious breath…

Thank You, God, for this

Unending blue…

Thank You, God, for this

Deeply beautiful life.

You gave me these wings…

I’ll happily take flight.

***

I’ll spread these wings and soar.

With eyes open wide,

I won’t miss a thing. 

I’ll let it all go…

***

*I listened to Oysters by Meshell Ndegeocello while typing this. Great song.

Normal is relative.

“Wind!

         Thunder!

                      Rain!” 

Picture three young LePoint kiddos, in the woods, waiting for the storm. The air smells just right, no adult within viewing distance…The trees are dancing to the rhythm of the wind – The obedient wind to which my siblings have recently called upon. Bruce and Rae are collectively making their demands to sister nature, and then there’s me…The Realist – AKA, stick in the mud. My mood is a mixologist – It combines elements, evidently…Always the complicated one.

“That is not going to work.” 

What happened next would have surely converted a less stubborn unbeliever. After team Captain America called on the thunder, the sky actually growled! They then pointedly looked in my direction, on the outskirts of the action, like I was an alien that just recently landed on planet LePoint. I simply shrugged my shoulders and trekked back to the house, making a beeline straight for my room…probably to meditate on the wonders of nature and coincidence.

I love that I grew up in the woods with my crazy brother and sister. The older I get, the more my childhood memories seem to be colored in shades of gratitude and appreciation. I’m also thankful for the fact that we had no neighbors to retreat to…that I only had two other weirdos to contend with on a daily basis. And when I got older, I was smart enough to make friends with more weirdos that would fit RIGHT in with us (Melissa)… They made me look normal. This is actually a PERFECT example of relativity…

***

Becky was a “normal” child.

Becky is an “abnormal” adult.

Becky has not changed much.

***

I just cracked myself up with this case and point. 🙂

I’m certain that if “town” were my childhood stomping ground, that I would cherish the memories just as much. It’s the people that make this journey so much fun…so oddly beautiful.

Sometimes…I secretly look to the clouded sky and whisper into the vast unseen,

“Wind!

         Thunder!

                     Rain!”

…and I smile. Perhaps time will make a believer out of me, yet.

XOXO, Beck