just me lexi

i am a lover of all things beautiful in a relentless pursuit of art, ideas, projects, words, photos and the master Artist. i hope to share all my findings here...

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

{tree & sky: a love story}


the ever-green sings
to sky-blue, 
every moment 
of e v e r y day.  

they belong together. 

the evergreen was sculpted
sturdy 
and grounded--

the perfect match 
for wild sky

(who knows no bounds).
  
evergreen knows
no other way to be
than a lover 
of the sky

everyday
he lifts his arms--
everyday growing closer...

invadingthespace 

she craves.

he must be nearer still....
nearer still.

he loves her too much
to hesitate.

and unlike the other trees...
the seasons
don't make his leaves waver. 

his constant gaze
surpasses

the yellow ways of oak. 

the evergreen's love for sky... 

is resolute.
  
steadfast.  

unswerving. 

she's not always easy to love...

some days 
he must dig his feet in earth
and lean in.  

the couple couldn't compliment 
if they didn't also conflict.

sky loves him back...
in her way, 
with wind and sun.
  
she is vast 
and untethered...

surprising him everyday. 

her breezes make him quiver; 
her blue eyes wink from behind low slung clouds. 

she flirts in starlight--
when everyone else is asleep. 

although she is passionate and ever changing...
she is somehow 
always there.
  
her moods change by the moment, 
but she apologies...
in sunrise and sunset.  

when it's gray
it's her that pushes off
and withholds all hue...

it's ok.

evergreen understands "always"...
and knows that it is always sky 

that brings the rain.  

he has come to depend on it.


they belong together. 


though sometimes he is
*prickly* 

and his earthbound ways are dull.

she forgives because she knows 
she can be 
fickle

and cold.

for them,
forever is no question--
too much depends on tree & sky.

they belong together.

theirs is not the kind of love
that causes a great stir--

like sand and surf.  

they don't have people lining up. 

most times you walk right underneath 
and miss 

the constant conversation.  

but if you ever bother... 

to look up 

and in 

on this everyday love...

                           it's enough to take your breath.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

God's plan for my tastebuds




as i was stirring my little red pot of chicken for burritos this afternoon, i was graced with a flash back of about 7 years ago.

i caught a glimpse of me in my kitchen trying to decide between spaghetti, something frozen or eating out (again).

i couldn't hide my smile at the memory.  i couldn't fight the joy that overwhelmed me.  i couldn't help but thank God for just how far He's brought me and that He even had a plan for my tastebuds.

see, when God says He gives LIFE...and life ABUNDANTLY...He means it.  not just in the ways you expect--but in ways you couldn't imagine.  i knew i was signing up for Him to change my heart.  i had no idea He wanted to reimagine the food i put in my mouth too.  the wildness and mystery of our God is what i love most about Him.  i can't even guess at what He's gonna do next...i'm just learning to hold on tight...it's gonna be amazing.

growing up, we didn't eat out much.  we mostly ate at home.  my mom cooked the same 5 meals in rotation...spaghetti, tuna casserole, fish sticks, chicken with rice and pizza. i didn't have any complaints about these meals.  in fact...i loved em.  but i had no idea what i was missing...

<enter eric.>  eric eats everything.  eric likes everything (except for cooked cabbage).  i was so lucky to meet the love of my life at 12...(crazy, i know) but he loved me through my awkward years so i had to hang on:)  eric (and his family) took me out to eat more times than i'd ever been in my entire life.  we went for mexican, we went for italian, we went for burgers and we went for pizza.  everywhere we went...i ordered chicken fingers and fries.  he'd try to talk me out of it.  he'd beg me to try a bite of his mannicotti or his white pizza or his fajitas or his burger with an egg on top.  but i loved my chicken fingers and i was loyal to those little guys.  i didn't think i was missing out at all...

truth is, i grew up in a pretty fearful family....and that fear transferred over even to food.  my mom was a picky eater and only cooked what she liked and warned us about all that other nasty food.  and so...i bought in.  my culinary world was small and safe.

when i was about 15 i started to wear down a bit...eric convinced me to try some different things...and i did. including chinese food....i'd never had it before.  now i can't imagine living without that wonderful flavored MSG!  those crab rangoon...that fried rice and spicy chicken!  i didn't love it at first but i warmed up to it...and then i couldn't get enough.  slowly, slowly i started trying things...but nothing too crazy.  to this day eric laughs at my adventurous eating (and takes full credit for it).

when eric and i got married and had kiddos...cooking was a "thing".  i was the tomboy of the family and had never been taught to cook much of anything but spaghetti.  i also had an aversion to cooking for a man.  it felt a bit primitive to me.  i hated the societal expectation, i hated the loneliness of the kitchen and vulnerability of making something for someone....all of that aside...i didn't have the foggiest idea of how to actually cook.  what do people even eat?  i knew i'd had my fill of tuna casserole and fish sticks but...what else do you make?

eric was super sensitive to my craziness about meal preparation and he never expected me to cook.  in fact,  (i'm ashamed to admit this but)  i wouldn't even let him leave me in the kitchen alone...for real.  he either helped me cook or sat and talked to me as i stirred my something frozen or strained my spaghetti noodles.  i can't say enough about his patience with me in this area.  i was sensitive to feeling like someones servant...he thanked me and made me feel like a queen for making simple pasta with red sauce out of the jar (and still does).

life took some crazy turns about that time in our lives and our whole world kinda turned upside down.  (that's the tidy short story)  God, so mercifully, caught us and set us upright again....and somewhere in there awakened my taste for all His world had to offer.  somewhere in the upheaval i found freedom...fear no longer had a place in my decision making.  oddly, even my food choices.  there is freedom in facing your worst fears...and walking through them....because if you can make it through that...what else do you have to fear?  certainly not shrimp scampi, salad with fruit in it, burgers with guacamole on them and  yucca fries dipped in coconut sauce!

somehow, i became a culinary adventurer.  i tried everything set in front of me.  some i liked.  some i didn't.  some i LOVED!  but the fear was gone.  food was just exciting.  food began to be an experience for me.  trying new restaurants with friends and discovering new favorites was like my new hobby!  i fell in love with foods i had never before tasted.  i was amazed at all i had missed out on for so long.

one problem...i still couldn't cook.

somewhere in the crazy shuffle of life i figured out some of the issues i had with cooking.  cooking for someone was alot like...love.  and the problem was, lexi didn't love well.  there was something about offering something to someone that seemed raw to me.  it all seemed unguarded and risky.  well...my new life was one big risk and God's love fed me and maybe...just maybe...cooking something...offering up myself, was possible if He was by my side.  the idea of giving away just a taste of the love He had lavished upon me was a step into grace.  so...i started cooking.

baking came more naturally to me.  desserts are easy to please....no one is counting on you and i'm pretty good at making things pretty.  so i startedwith desserts.  muffins, pies, cakes, fried cinnamon tortilla chips. i called my friends for their favorite recipes and...

i know it might sound silly but God really used 3 of my good friends to teach me how to cook.

lyndsey taught me what it looked like to feed your family every night.   night after night she cooks and cooks and cooks...rarely the same meal.  she meal plans each week and tries new and scary things all the time...some times it is wonderful and sometimes her family agrees it's nothing they want to make again...and either way...it's okay.  i know that's simple but...for me it was big.  i still call lynz with cooking questions.  there are a few of her meals i make that i literally call her every time i make them...for the temperature...or an ingredient ..or just to tell her how excited i am to make her recipe!  her kitchen is the most wonderful place to be.  i love to sit on her counters and chat.  oh, another thing?  you haven't had thanksgiving dinner until you've had lyndsey's.

courtney also taught me how to cook.  she is my healthy friend.  she taught me about agave nectar and other sugar substitutes.  she taught me about balanced meal planning and to shop around the outside of the grocery store for the fresh stuff and skip the middle as much as you can.  she graduated me from cooking out of boxes to breaking out a cutting board and making my own.  i don't buy canned anything because of her.  because of her i know that the best produce is fresh or frozen.  she taught me how to read a label and any time i need to know the very BEST recipe for something simple...i ask court because i know she has made it 5 different ways and has settled on the winner.

my last cooking hero is sara. her food belongs in magazines.  she is one of the most creative cooks EVER!  we joke that i think in colors and she dreams in scent and taste.  she's in love with produce.  seriously...i think she talks to it as it ripens on her counter:)  all my favorite recipes are hers.  she creates crazy food combinations and blows me away consistently   she cooks everything from scratch...her seafood lasagna, pink and yellow muffins and margarita cookies are 3 of my very favorite things i've ever tasted.  every night her husband has the joys of tasting 5 star food...sara just started an amazing blog called a patchwork picnic here.  make her food.  it will never disappoint.  http://apatchworkpicnic.blogspot.com/

today...i meal plan and scan pinterest for new and fun things to try.  i have bulging recipe folders filled with all my favorites, some of sara's and lynz' and court's.  i make dinner by myself most nights...which is big for me:)  and i like it.  sometimes i love it.  i like making colorful things...i like making things from scratch.  i like making eric's favorites and what i like most...is having people over and feeding them.  it's crazy just how far He's brought me!!!

anymore, eric and i love looking for interesting and local places to eat.  most nights we can't help but try the craziest thing on the menu:)  it makes me laugh at just how little that looks like the old "me"!!!  i can't tell you how long it's been since i had chicken fingers!

there is a reason psalm says, taste and see that the Lord is good.

He's so good....He even has a plan for your tastebuds!

at least He did for mine...isn't that just crazy?!?





Tuesday, March 12, 2013

waking up



i'm just coming out of my winter doldrums and for the first time in too long i feel excited for life. i'm writing and sketching and singing and dreaming.  i wonder if this is how the flowers feel in spring? is this the same sensation that makes those little seeds rise out of the mud and put some purple petals on?  it must be something similar because if i were a seed i could see myself doing the same.

wonderboy has a fascination with seeds and growing.  he told me himself the he is "ovsessed" with seeds--avacado seeds, apple seeds, mango seeds and (especially) green bean seeds.  he picks em out and puts em in his pocket so we can plant them and have more.  i love his appetite for life!  this weekend we are planting a lil (mini) garden of our very own and asking the God of the seeds to whisper his magic on them so we can watch them grow.  i'm so excited for my kiddos to help bring something to life!

spring is so full of possibility.  even though i live in an amazingly mild climate...i have the fever.  that lovely spring fever that overwhelms my life with beginnings every year.  all my best ideas are born in spring.  there is something truly enchanting about the season change and the earth erupting in lavendar and gold and green.  my mind and soul can't help but join in...dreaming new dreams, making new things, and grabbing all my tomorrows and giving them a healthy shake.  

i've been living life half asleep lately and it feels so good to wake up to this world.


I’m ready, God, so ready, ready from head to toe. Ready to sing, ready to raise a God-song: “Wake, soul! Wake, lute! Wake up, you sleepyhead sun!”

--psalm 108:1-2

 


Sunday, March 10, 2013

dawnless mornings & seaside sunrises

i live by the atlantic ocean.  every day the sun comes up over the water creating golden poems & coral prose. some days i'm there to watch it all unfold like my favorite story.  but not most days.  most days i'm cuddled in my bed...glorying in those coveted moments when my husband leaves for work and i get the whole bed to myself.  i've gotten up for the atlantic sunrise a handful of times since i've lived here...and each time i am convinced that the golden show was worth every minute of lost sleep.  each seaside sunrise is my Father's gift to me.


i can't see a sunrise without it reminding me of a sept 4 years ago where when the sun didn't come up quite so beautifully.  i was driving in my car...after a sleepless night.  "the" night after which my life would never be the same.  my husband of 7 years had just told me our story together was over.  i knew it was coming...things were bad...but i couldn't have been more devastated.   after staying up all night in shock, trying to figure out what my tomorrow looked like, i jumped in the car and decided to drive towards the sunrise.  i was hoping the sunrise would be God's love letter to me the very morning i thought i needed it most.  so i drove east and cried.  i drove into a black sky that slowly turned a shade of darkest indigo and then slate...and then light gray and finally white and it started to rain.  that was the morning the sun didn't come up.  the one damn morning i really needed it to.  i was watching and waiting.  i wanted the pink and yellow sunrise to be my link to the God who painted it.  i wanted this sunrise to symbolize a life of me putting one foot in front of the other and doing life alone  and THAT morning...the sun came up quietly behind clouds.  no gold.  no coral.  no poetry or prose. no love letter to a lost soul.  i begged God for a brilliant sunrise.  and i cried all the harder when it didn't happen...not even a few golden rays.


the next few months after my dawnless morning were a pure and simple miracle.  somehow, as only He could, God put me AND my marriage back together.  He didn't just tape the broken pieces together with duck tape either--He sewed it like a tapestry...making the ugly, broken pieces look like His best artwork.  i won't lie--it was hard.  it hurt.  there weren't many sunrises...most mornings looked quite gray.  but He made something from nothing.  He created something beautiful in me through such an ugly time.  because i had come through the worst i was fearful of nothing.  i learned who i was and what was important.  the God of the universe pruned my life and gave me and my husband a partnership we never had before.  we trudged through this dawnless season and came out on the other side, together.

today i live by the atlantic ocean.  me and my husband of 11 years and our 2 beautiful kids.  every day the sun comes up over the water creating golden poems and coral prose. The great God of the universe might not have given me a sunrise over some soggy missouri soybean field that morning 4 years ago but every day i live here He makes it up to me.  i've come to the conclusion that i was asking the wrong question on that dawnless day. i was asking God for a simple soybean sunrise to tell me i would be okay ALONE.  He didn't wanna make that promise to me.  He didn't wanna send me that love note.  He had a little something else in mind.  a lot of pain, a bit of growth and hundreds of special oceanside sunrises with my childhood sweetheart by my side. today i am a stay at home momma who gets to write and read and walk by the ocean.  i get to paint and create and dream big dreams with nothing holding me back.  today i know myself deeper and more fully because in those miraculous months after the sun didn't come up i begged God to tell me who i was...and He did.  the last few years my life look alot more like i always wanted it to and never dreamed it really could.  i get to live life next to a man that lives his dreams and plots on how we can better raise our little family.  a man who chooses life instead of the fog of work and admiration and success he used to be lost in.  a partner i can lean on and respect.  today, God busies Himself giving me gifts like these i didn't know to ask for.  gifts i take for granted like the atlantic sunrises i often sleep through.  This Father of mine gives the best gifts--not the ones we ask for, but the ones we don't even know are available.  not the one lonely sunrise but countless seaside dawns lovelier than my wildest imaginings.  


Tuesday, January 8, 2013

taste & see

dear new year,

   thank you--once again, for the fresh start.   usually i meet you with a long list of resolutions...things i want you to help me change.   along with the list, i harbor secret hopes and demanding expectations for your days.  i'd like to apologize for past years.  i'm so very sorry--i am a bit of a bossy dreamer.  i have these great ideas and i just get to thinking that they are the best thing for me and you.  i know typically, if we don't ride off into my whims and adventures i tend to sulk a bit.  my Creator made me quite determined to milk the most of my minutes on this earth and so sometimes i bring life to your days with my dreamy ideals and other times i kill your moments with my demands of them. i guess it's my best and worst quality.  so, as you know, i usually pack your january with a bunch of dull things i really don't like (but i think it's for the best) and then, come february,  my resolutions have faded and shame and regret take over.  oddly enough, the good list i greet you with in january always seems to become the judge of my life and i am weighed down by it and no longer able to fly free...

this year, if it's okay by you-- i'd like to do things a little differently.

i've decided to revise and revive the list.  i'm changing my focus this year.  i'm not inviting any negative voices in to preside over us.  while i am still making a list for us--instead of making the usual grand plans--i am aiming to live in your smallest moments and make room for my Father to join me.  my theme is: 

taste and see. 

(psalm 34:8)
Open your mouth and taste, open your eyes and see—
how good God is.
Blessed are you who run to him.

so this year i'm making a list of wonderful things to taste and see.  things i don't wanna miss.  i want to make sure i squeeze them all in somewhere between your january and december.  instead of the usual skinny and self disciplined resolutions i'd like to go with something that cheers on life and creates space for the Creator to do something wonderful. this time next year i want to look back on a year where i tasted and saw that He was good...and i didn't hesitate to run to Him.  so here's our list:



1. try new foods at every culinary intersection.  when given a choice...get adventurous.

2. buy some pretty local produce.  taste it.  see it.  find His goodness in it.

3. go to the beach more.  it's like thanksgiving for your eyes...and it's just 10 minutes away.  waste the gas and just go.

4. drink more tea.  drink it slowly.  drink it with friends.  drink it with the kiddos.  note the taste and color...

5. find your very favorite color in this whole entire world.  name it.  frame it.  collect things this color all year long.

6. eat more peanut butter...share any new peanutty recipes with family, friends and strangers.  see what happens.  

7. go one day without seeing (no contacts)

8. go one day without tasting (fast)

9. celebrate beauty unabashedly wherever you find it. don't let it go unnoticed.  in people.  in places.  inside, outside.  let this year be a beauty hunt.  collect it when you can, take a picture or put it in your pocket.  open your eyes and see it everywhere.

love,
love,
love,

lexi











Monday, December 17, 2012

{my musings...}

i live a quiet, slow life.  i pull over for sunsets and am infatuated by sea foam.  i make a living capturing beautiful moments.  i don't watch much tv and never turn on the news.  i don't own a gun and never will.  i believe whole heartedly in a big God that can run the world without me...and i do my best to live like it.  i like  to keep the focus on living in the moment as much as anyone can.

last friday, i heard of the connecticut tragedy through my sister.  i spent the next few hours glued to my computer searching for updates--watching closely as they interviewed shocked children and falsely reported bits of news and gossip intermittently.  i was fixated on this tragedy...trying to gather information in lieu of the control i craved.

when my kindergarten son jumped in my car after school later that day, i could barely look at him without losing it.  i was so lucky.  i was so very very lucky to have two wonderful, healthy children.  i was startled by the feelings of guilt that rumbled in my soul.  i felt guilty that my kids came home on friday and 20 other mom's sweet babies did not.

i wish i could say i loved my kids better these last two days but honestly, i grieved all weekend.  couldn't shake the dark cloud in my soul from all the heartbreak i saw on my computer screen. i couldn't stop thinking about the kids.  the moms.  the police.  the town.  the gunman.  his brother.  i guess i'm the sensitive type--that's why i don't watch the news in the first place.  this horrific story sucked me in and spit me out, and rendered me useless.  my imagination took over and ran so many scenarios in my head it made me tired.  i found myself scampering back and forth from trying to find answers to searching for someone to shake and blame.  the answers and the blaming made me feel, once again...as if i had some control over what happened...thousands of miles from me...in a school i'd never before heard of...to children and families i'd never met.  silly, yes...but all too human.

over the weekend i noticed some people only needed hours to mutate this tender situation into a political debate.  i was surprised to find that this was the time for the great gun debate and the lack of government help for the mentally handicapped.  the more i thought about them and their opinions, the more those people were just like me...trying to find someone to blame.  trying to find just the right angle to grasp some precious control in this chaotic world we live in.  less guns, more guns, better health care...i heard and saw it all.

i took it all in and was greatly saddened as a greater perspective pervaded my thinking. there really is no answer to this one.   but, oh how we want one!  we are all searching for it.  we want the police to come back with an investigation that uncovers all the tell tale signs of why this young boy made these choices.  we want that information to be able to stop any chance of a "next time".   but whatever the investigation turns up--there is not, and never will be, a clear person to blame here.  there is no reason for this.  there is no legislation that can help and no doors big and strong enough to protect our children.

i guess i think that this connecticut tragedy, like all the rest of them...is a human problem.  one that's been around forever.  only the near sighted can believe that this is a new problem.  the weapons we have make it look a little different but in Bible times as well as now...hurt people, hurt people.  always have and always will.  guns or not.  laws or not.  health care or not.  hurt people, hurt people and the only way out of this crazy cycle of hurt is...LOVE.  love is the only known antidote of hurt.  love heals.

i'm simple.  i'm idealistic.  i know i'm a little out there but ... i think LOVE is the only preventative to this human problem.  i wonder, who was in adam's life?  loving him?  befriending him?  as a child...as a teenager...through his parents divorce...at his dr's appointments?  who cared about him before this day?  who noticed him?  who called out his strengths and encouraged him???  

here's what i know...love changes things.  and if i want things to change, i think it's my calling to love my neighbors...my friends...my friends kids...MY KIDS...my kids friends...people i meet in the store or at a basketball game.  i think the very tiniest thing i can do in response to such a crisis is to love those around me.  not just the ones i want to.  not just the ones that smell good and make me laugh.  not just my own kids or family either.  no, it's not that simple.  i think it's my calling to love all those i come in contact with.  hurt will always happen.  there is no getting around that.  but if love heals hurt and i have some to give...why i am i not passing more of it out?

this world changing love i'm talking about, it must be bold.  this love can't take no for an answer.  this kind of love sails over uncomfortability.  love loves awkward.  love does it anyway.  this brand of love doesn't need guns to change things...it needs people...people willing to love.  love hard.  love with their whole lives.

we americans make love into something we keep very private.  we take care of our own and that is all.  we barely give our neighbor's christmas cookies, for heaven sake!  it's very american to like our space and our boundaries and our privacy.  people are weird-ed out by acts of love because we are independent and strong...and sadly, love has become a bit of a rarity.  we are all too busy arguing on facebook about whether or not teachers should have assault rifles to look around and practice loving the hurt people all around us.  our debates on fb and these very words on my blog...they don't require much...it's easier to argue over guns and healthcare then to simply, love each other.  

now, lets be honest, this kind of love takes work...sacrifice.  it may sound over simplified but love is hard.  it's selfless.  it's time consuming.  it's an interruption.   it requires slowing down and looking around.  it requires getting out of OUR comfort zone to help.  to hug.  to listen.  love can be expensive.  love can be tiring. but if love is the only thing that can promise healing in this broken world my children live in...then i will give my life to love.




Friday, August 10, 2012

roadtrip rant

i just got back from a long drive to see my baby sister.   if i had my choice of people to be related to, i'd pick my 4 siblings every time.  we have a fierce love and loyalty to each other.  it's so very hard living so far from them all...

so, normally my sister trips are under better circumstances--we laugh and cook and laugh and eat and laugh and talk...and laugh some more...and eat some more:) this time notsomuch.  my sis savannah just moved to virginia and had a weeklong stay in the icu.  her husband works out of town and stayed with her as long as he could...but practically, he had to get back to work after a week.  so, i had to go.  work, life, family, to do lists, money and everything else could wait.  my sister was alone and sick and just needed someone...whether SHE thought so or not.  so we packed some bags and booked a rental car (neither of our cars were up for a roadtrip) and went.

eric drove me and those children of mine to pick up the priceline-super-cheap rental car for our lil roadtrip...fully expecting a lil prius or corolla...instead, the kind mustached man at the counter gave me the keys to a brand new red mustang.  ARE U KIDDING ME?  this sister trip just got a lil extra wonderful!!!  i'm not a sports car kinda girl...but for a road trip?  up the coast?  with my kiddos?  in the summer?  you betcha.  the 3 of us just pretended we owned that fine pony for a few glorious days.  i tried my best not to think about how i was cheating on my maroon 2001 chevy malibu with no air conditioner or cd player waiting for me at home and just drove...

we went north.  past savannah georgia, past charleston sc, past myrtle beach and up to richmond va.

we sang some taylor swift and drew some silly pictures and stopped at red boxes for more movies all along the way.  my kids were perfect angels.  they are roadtrip warriors.  they know a good roadtrip requires little to no whining, lots of good music, snacks and entertaining yourself.  man, i love those two.

with rhett's curly head playing gi joes in the backseat and jae riding shotgun with sunglasses and a good book...there were no backseat squabbles.  they were both tickled that we were driving the "fast car" and were on their very best behavior.

that left me & music & the mustang & an open road.  i literally took one highway for all but 30 min of the drive--it was ideal.  the luxury of uninterrupted thinking time was like a spa for my soul.  there was nothing to do but drive and think.  there was no guilt.  there was nothing else i could be doing--should be doing.  no dishes or pictures or fun games or sunshine a-wasting...just me & driving.  i am so sidetracked on a daily basis.  i have a bit of a.d.h.d. that keeps me...in a constant state of crazy.  so when i can focus on just one thing...it's beautiful.  it was a wonderful blur.

with my gramma's weather navigation helping me all the way--we eventually made it to vannah.  we talked her ear off (rhett mostly), loved on her, fed her, babied her a little and saw some sights.  it was so very good to see her home and that she was on the mend from her awful week in the hospital.  i so would have regretted not going up to make sure that she was going to be okay...it was a good trip...but i couldn't help looking forward to that wonderful mustang drive home.

we got in the car and did much of the same thing on the way back...but instead of north we drove south.  i was a little sad driving away from my sister (always am) so we made up a car game called the happy list.  jae and i went through the whole alphebet thinking of something that starts with each letter that makes us totally blissfully happy.  she'd write hers and mine--hers and mine.  than when we were done and satisfied with our answers we asked rhett his unbiased opinion on which was better.  anne of green gables or airplanes.  bubble tea or baths.  the circus or citrus smells.  i won.  :)  it cheered me right up and on we drove.  i spent the whole drive up to virginia untangling my very crazy, knotted, un-looked after thoughts so the drive back i was able to come to some clear conclusions...and here they are.  i just have to share a bit of my crazy...

i've been living a very frustrating life as of late.  i've been expecting perfection from myself and those around me.  i have had the crazy notion that if i practice doing the things that don't come easy to me (organization, cleanliness, silence, self restraint, responsibility, punctuality, faithfulness, etc) that soon enough not only would i be creative and fun and flexible and thoughtful...i would be all those other wonderful things too.  well...i've spent the last year discovering that is NOT how life works.  but it's the doctrine under which i've been ordering my life.  what has happenned is i am expending so much energy trying to get better at the things i stink at that...i have no energy left to be what i am.  what He made me.  i am not saying He made me perfect and i just "need to be me".  i am not saying that there is not room for growth.  but the growth must happen in His time and under His masterful soul tending hand otherwise...well...i've found there is little light in the world.

all of my life people have pointed at me and said things like, "you are too ____."  fill in the blank with things like loud, opinionated, weird, random, late, irresponsible.  and i've felt those things like i feel everything...very intensely.  so in my new start in florida i've tried not to be those things...because alot of those things have gotten me in trouble.  with my fresh florida start i wanted to be the best version of myself ever...and yet...it's been so very confusing.  i've been so frustrated with trying to be someone else for all the noblest reasons.

somewhere between virginia and florida He uncovered the truth that He doesn't want me to change myself...HE wants to redeem who i am.  BIG thought (for me at least).  this thought brought relief to my heart and tears to my eyes.  He wants to take what i already am--my loud, opinionated day dreaming idealistic self and He wants to change none of that...He just wants to use it for His good instead of my own...AH HA!  so very simple (it always is).

i've been trying to inch grace out of my life.  i've been thinking that He wants me to be more like Him...He's probably ready to see me change and grow and i'm going too slow.  but in my rush...i ended up right back where i started....basking in His grace.  His grace + nothing.  and here i was trying so hard...

i got out of that mustang a different girl.  i feel like i've been trying to clean the mansion of my soul for the last year...a mansion that has some wonderful things to enjoy but i never let myself sit down.  there was always another dusty corner or dirty bathroom i had to tend to.  it was work work work.  my Father was shaking His head the whole time saying something like, "martha, martha" i'm sure.  but i was too busy to hear His voice.  i thought i knew what He wanted....obedience, self discipline, growth...but turns out all He wanted was me.  He didn't want an un-lexi version of lexi...He just wanted me as is....and He could handle the changing.  He wants the airheady, irresponsible, un-phone call returning me.

this is my road trip truth.  it feels like i just stepped out of the library and into the book.  everything looks wonderful again.  everything looks exciting and colorful.  and the knot of frustration that was stealing all my strength...yea, He untangled that.  i just had to drive 22 hours to create time to see what He wanted to show me.

i love roadtrips...and rants...and freedom.