Mindy's Non-Adventures

It's been two years since we moved to Charleston and two years working in apartments. I can say without reservation that the last two years have completely changed how we view the world.  We chose a harder road than we realized, but really, we were given exactly what we'd asked.  For a few years before moving here, we were dissatisfied with the life we'd made for ourselves. We looked like everyone else. We'd finished college, bought a house, started our family. We were concerned with savings and retirement. We'd surrounded ourselves with people just like us. We were very comfortable, too comfortable.  If we were supposed to be Christians and Christians are supposed to be different, then why did we look, act, and worry about the exact same things as everyone else? Something wasn't right and we could feel it. We prayed for God to move and give us an opportunity to actually DO something instead of spending our time with our church friends (whom we love by the way!)...

Today my oldest son ate a ton of food for lunch, and then threw it all up in my van on the way home. I felt the best way to share my store was with poetry. I used The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe as my inspiration. I thought he was especially fitting since he had an obsession with the dark and sinister side of life, and my story is no sonnet!  My adaptation isn't perfect, and I should add a few more stanzas, but here's what I've got so far.   =) Once upon a car ride homeward, while Tommy chattered, looking forward, About the various X-men and superheroes within Marvel lore, While I nodded, feigning interest, suddenly there came a retching, As of someone loudly losing all their lunch from just before. "Oh no, it's Tommy!" I exclaimed, "Retching on my own van's floor-" "Oh why now on my floor?!" Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the 'hood of Crowfield, And each convulsion brought another course of lunch upon the floor. Eagerl...