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Last night Cara and I went to get tattoos. I had a tat I wanted back in April, but Jesus asked me to wait until He said yes. I got the yes two weeks ago, made a consultation appointment last week, and went last night.

Now for some background. Late December 2010, Jesus told me that this would be the year of truth. It came in a funny way, seeing a sign in a bar in a movie, in Russian. Since I speak and read some Russian, I was able to understand that it was transliterated “pravda,” the Russian word for truth. Jesus says He is the truth, and He’s been showing me some deep and deeply painful things this year.

Yeah, it’s been painful. I can’t say that I’ve ever done anything more difficult, but it’s been so, so awesome as well. I love this process and will be sad to see this year end. I anticipate that I’ll ask Jesus to give me a name for 2012, too. It’s just so cool to know, at least in broadbrush, what God wants to teach you in a year’s time!

So back to the tattoo. We got started with mine at like 8:45 and were paid and headed home by 9, but here are a few pictures of that painful 15 minute interlude.

Getting started

Trying unsuccessfully to find my happy place.

Truth forever etched into my skin

 

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Happy new year! It seems like 2010 was hard for almost everyone I know, so along with them, I was ready to turn my calendar over to a new year.

I don’t do well when I try to focus my attention on too many things, perhaps because I’m already relatively busy. When I realize that my life is already full of my four babies, home schooling, getting good nutrition, weight loss, church obligations, and the gym, it seems silly to take on another thing.

But I have.

I started a new blog called The Selective Omnivore, where I work through some vegan recipes, mostly from Veganomicon. When they don’t work as written, I’ve decided to “omni it up,” making changes that might not be vegan, but sure are tasty. Check it out when you have a sec!

As I said in my last post, I expect that 2011’s going to be the year of pravda, truth. I’m scared of it and looking forward to it, but it seems like the events of the last few months are aligning to make that desire for truth a reality in my life.

Between beginning counseling, my uncle coming into my life, having an actual conversation with my mother, and my father contacting me, it’s just time.

Finally, I’m recommitting to my Russian studies. I essentially took all of 2010 off, and I’ve forgotten more than I remember. My goal is to get through all three levels of Rosetta Stone by the end of the year, then perhaps to start some formal Russian classes when I’ve finished.

I’m looking for truth in little pockets of my life, in corners and under rugs and in the marrow of my bones. Truth is succulent. Truth is nourishing. Truth is.

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Over at A Holy Experience, Ann mentioned how she names her years. I’ve been thinking about that; how these seasons of my life really deserve to be honored. But how does one name a year? What would you call the hardest thing you’ve ever walked through, and why give it a name to remember?

I have the sense that 2011 is going to be trying in a number of ways. That sorta bums me out because 2010 was tough for lots of reasons; pregnancy, physical pain, beginning homeschooling, adding a fourth baby to the mix.

This year, sigh. I started counseling for some of my issues in October, and man, the pressure is mounting. Here’s a recap of my last three months: gave birth, started counseling, was contacted by my father’s estranged brother, my job disappeared, and the cherry on top of the 2010 sundae, my father contacted me a few days ago.

Yeah, that father. The one I haven’t talked to in 12 years and haven’t seen in almost 20. Joy.

Needless to say, there’s a lot to work through.

But back to 2011’s title. It came to me today when I was watching a mediocre movie, When In Rome. The guys were in a bar and I spied a sign in Russian. In English, it’s transliterated “pravda.” Truth.

2011 will be the year of truth. I’m terrified. Bring it on.

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