Maximillian Amadeus Banzai (banzai) wrote,
Maximillian Amadeus Banzai
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Weekend's misadventures

We have the idea that we can dedicate our gifts to God. However, you cannot dedicate what is not yours. There is actually only one thing you can dedicate to God, and that is your right to yourself .

Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest (13 June,"Getting There")


This is true from the greatest to the least of us. In the end, this is what Jesus had to give—not His ministry or His miracles or His teachings or healings, but His right to Himself. That's a truth worth keeping close to the forefront of my mind and heart.

My apartment is littered with boxes from IKEA; God even provided for me in that mundane venture. When I went with Anne, Heather, and Nate on Friday, we shopped for a couple of hours, I brought my two full carts (one of them a flat furniture trolley) to the checkout once they'd announced closing time, only to discover that...I left my wallet at home. Felt a little bummed and a lot silly, but there's not much one can do at that point but laugh.

Earlier on Friday, my best friend from college, Mike, called. Though I didn't know they were coming prior to his call, he, Laine (his wife, who is another close friend), and their daughter Kyra were in Seattle for the weekend for a training conference for Laine and to sleuth out possibilities to relocate here (which they've been considering for some time). Because of our schedules, we couldn't get together until Saturday evening. When they offered to help me with a second IKEA run, I begged off a few times until they told me that their car rental had been upgraded to a large SUV—the elegant solution (Mike is convinced that all circumstances inevitably lead to him doing something for me, and he may have a point).

So we went, in an almost eerie parallel trip to the night before (we again closed down the store). And though it took some engineering and twine, we were able to return to my home with the booty (IKEA might refer to it as "BØOTE"). Which means it never would have fit in Heather and Anne's cars, which means my forgotten wallet saved me the far larger pain and embarrassment of having merchandise I couldn't get out of the parking lot.

Beyond that provision, it was so very good to see Mike, Laine, and Kyra again. They're beautiful people who know and love me well. I hope they are near soon.

P.S. For the curious, here's my IKEA haul of the weekend:
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