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forgiveness, part two

I just read a really helpful, really practical blog post by Donald Miller on forgiveness and recommend that you click this link and read it too.

I wrote about forgiveness a while back after having just felt the power of this mighty and God-given relational healer. Donald's post made me think of it and I was glad to go back and read it again. And then I came across my favorite part of The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis that paints a lonely picture of what our lives look like if we were to never use this healing power in our messy, human, hurting relationships.

When I read and reread these posts I was thinking that I'm actually in a season right now where I am not harboring anything. And it feels so good. But then I remembered yesterday. I was on the phone with a friend and something was said that felt like a slap. It wasn't meant to hurt, but in an instant it sucked the energy out of the conversation and I became short and clipped and ready to get off the phone. So I ended the conversation, but not before I let my change of temperature be very known.

I hung up, brooded for a while, felt every muscle in my body tense and then did something very, very rare. I picked up the phone and hit redial. And I named the entire thing. "Hey, I want to apologize because I just got short with you. When you said x, I felt...because... But then I got rude and impatient with you and that wasn't fair." The friend quickly replied, "Oh I know. The second I said it I knew it was heard wrong. I am so glad you called back." And we each forgave the other, me for what was said, she for how I treated her after it was said.

I hung up and my muscles relaxed and all I could hear, ringing in my ears was "And the truth shall set you free." It did. It always does.

happy birthday dad!

My mom and my sister did a switcheroo this week. Mom is in Montana with Mara and Sonna and Annika is back in Minnesota for a wedding. This meant that Dad got to celebrate his 67th birthday with his daughters and their babies. It was a sweet day of baby holding, Oprah viewing, blonde brownie eating and celebrating dad.

church garage sale



Just a heads up. This Thursday starting at 4:00, my home church, Shepherd of the Valley Lutheran in Apple Valley is having their annual church garage sale. It is ENORMOUS and all money raised goes to children in need (a collection of various charities, I believe).


Check out the website for more information: SOTV homepage. I adore garage sales (already been to a dozen or so this spring) but this one is really something else- entire rooms of the church are designated for sporting equipment, baby items, furniture etc... It's something to behold!

neighbors

I think the very best part about all of our back yard projects has been reconnecting with our whole neighborhood. We live on a very friendly street- actually, alley and street. And the neighbors are so excited to see what we're up to. Rory, Ivar and I went for a walk a few nights ago and never made it out of the alley. We stopped and talked to seven houses.

Oprah's last Oprah

On Wednesday, Oprah will air her show finale and my sister just happens to be in town for a wedding. If there is one person I'd like to watch the finale with, it would be Annika. We used to watch a whole lot of Oprah together growing up. So I sent her this personal evite and we've got a viewing date.

I haven't watched Oprah in ages, but I have been tuning in these last final episodes. Something about it actually does feel sort of momentous. No matter what you think of her, the woman has had a whole lot on influence.