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Jocelyn Larsen

Book Review: A Million Miles in a Thousand Years

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A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My LifeI just finished Donald Miller’s newest book, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years. It has the usual Donald Miller feel: raw, memoir-esque, easy to read, personal. I was both personally challenged and pleasantly surprised by its relevancy for many 18-35 year old readers. (It is a frequent concern of mine that many current bestsellers – especially Christian bestsellers – are good, but published just one generation too late.)

My husband and I have been having a ton of fun dreaming together lately about all of the possibilities of what our lives might still hold. What might we do? Where might we go? We keep telling God that our lives are His and that He can do whatever He wants with them. In a scary and delightful way we wonder, then, just what might God do?

Thank you, Donald Miller, for affirming those dreams and calling me out to live a bigger story than the safe but extremely boring one my affinity for comfort secures for me.


A few quotables:

“…people are just people even if they are world leaders.” 165

“Part of me wonders if our stories aren’t being stolen by the easy life.” 186

“When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are. And when you stop expecting material possessions to complete you, you’d be surprised at how much pleasure you get in material possessions. And when you stop expecting God to end all your troubles, you’d be surprised how much you like spending time with God.” 206

“A good movie has memorable scenes, and so does a good life.” 212

Has anyone else read A Million Miles in a Thousand Years recently? What did you like and learn?

Yay! and a Giveaway for Three Winners

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Yay yay yay! for Carla F. and Janelle R. who went for a run in response to my March 24 post How to Be a Runner Vol 2: Start Now. Carla posted a comment and Janelle “cheated” and texted me. I’m oh-so-happy to be just a smidgen of inspiration to both of you.

As I hinted I might do, I’m sending both of you something scrumptious – a 1/2 dozen each of my very own homemade granola bars made fresh from the recipe on my March 4 post An Easy and Healthy On-the-Go Snack. These ones are blueberry coconut bars made with cashews, macadamia nuts, and (a nut I’ve never used in this recipe before) soy nuts. The soy nuts gave them a special extra crunchy texture. Carla and Janelle, we’ll be in touch so that I can get your addresses and your granola bars can be on their merry way!

You may have noticed that the title of this post suggests three winners. I’d love to send just one more of my runner-wannabe lucky readers a few of my granola bars. Just post a comment for us all to see after you go for your first newly-inspired run.

How to Be a Runner. For the run of it: Vol 4. Don’t live to run.

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Run to live. Don’t live to run. My life is better with running in it, but running is not my life.

A word of advice about how to be a runner and stay motivated? Don’t let running become your everything. Don’t let it become the thing you obsess over or the thing that defines you. I’ve been there. It’s destructive, defeating, and disappointing. And you’ll drive your friends crazy.

Let running bring freedom, challenge, discipline, and fun to your life. But don’t look to it to bring fulfillment.

I really need to keep different areas of my life in check, in a healthy balance. So, I often ask myself, “What if _______ was taken away from me? Would I just be sad, or would I be devastated? Would I be upset, or would I be beside myself with self-pity? Would life eventually go on, or would I isolate myself, buried in self-destructive thoughts?”

I love running so much that I have to ask myself that question about running from time to time. “What if running was taken away from me?” At any moment, really, I could get really busy at work, break my ankle, or develop a life-threatening illness. I’d be disappointed for sure, but I wouldn’t be in despair.

Have you ever been there – looking for fulfillment in all the wrong places?
How do you keep from letting something become your everything?

How to Be a Runner. For the run of it: Vol 3. Find a friend.

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Finding a running partner is unarguably both the most difficult and most rewarding thing to start and keep you motivated to run.

I’m lucky. I have Megan.

We’re a perfect fit. We run at just the right pace. We talk just the right amount and about all kinds of things. We inadvertently take turns challenging each other to run harder, longer, and up steeper hills. We both run to clear our heads, exhaust our bodies, and be away from our beloved but sometimes tiring day jobs.

I love Megan so much. One thing I love about her a lot is that the further she runs, the more she loosens up. We share life together: the wonderful and the difficult. On occasion, we have to stop in the middle of a run because we’re both crying over the life we’re sharing. We stop and just hold each other and cry and wipe the snot on our sleeves (the only time it is acceptable for adults to do this).

In conclusion, do whatever it takes to find a running friend who is a good fit for you. And when you find one, don’t ever leave them and don’t let them leave you. Megan and I won’t even talk about “What happens if one of us moves away?” I’m hiding in the back of her U-Haul when she moves.

If you want, I’ll pray for God to bring you a Megan. Just comment and ask me.

Love Triangles of Friendship

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This past weekend a very scrumptious and wonderful thing happened to me: two of my best girlfriends (Amanda & Stephanie) came to be with me. Amanda is getting married in just 1.5 months and so we were celebrating.

I needed to be with them. They took turns holding my baby; we ate good food; I went on a run with Stephanie; Amanda brought me presents; they helped me finish an art project in my baby’s room. One night we stayed up late, dreaming and planning and creating, then woke up early the next morning only to pick up right where we’d left off.

We have a unique friendship. I’ve known each of them for 4+ years. But only over the past 1+ years did they complete the triangle and become close with each other. I can say with confidence that we all (by God’s grace!) genuinely want what is best for the other two. We trust each other and always believe the best about each other. It’s because of this that we can talk behind each others’ backs without gossiping and confront each other out of love when appropriate. I love love triangles. Of friendship. I believe that they have the potential to be some of the healthiest kind of friendships. “A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.”

I’m even so blessed as to have one other love triangle of friendship in my life.

Have you ever experienced friendship like this? Did it work better or worse than a one-on-one friendship?

How to Be a Runner. For the run of it: Vol 2. Start now.

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If you aren’t a runner but want to be one: Start now. Stop reading this blogpost, lace up your shoes, and go for a jog. Just move those legs, even if you only jog very slowly for 3 minutes. Then come back, read the rest of the post and post a comment that says you did it so that we can all celebrate with you. Maybe I’ll even give something away to everyone who does it.

I’m serious. Go. Now. Get out of here. The sun is shining nicely where I am. I’ll pray it warms up wherever you are.

If you already are a runner and want parallel advice about how to stay motivated (as promised in For the run of it: Vol 1), it kind of boils down to making it a priority. The idea of priority rings especially loud and clear to me now that I’m a mom. And a four-month-old nursing mom at that; sorry if that’s TMI for any male readers out there. Keep in mind that, pending serious bodily injury or 143 feet of snowfall, it could always be more difficult than it is right now for you to run.

So, in a word: prioritize. Every so often, and especially when my stage of life changes, I take care to re-evaluate my priorities and then plan my weekly schedule and day-to-day activities around them. Not the other way around, which so easily happens.

In this busy world, how do you prioritize the things that are most important to you?

Post Script (If you’re not already tired of reading.)
In road-races I ran B.H. (before Howard), I would regularly get beat by moms. (I knew they were moms because they were often organized in teams wearing snazzy pink t-shirts that read things like “Moms on the Move” or “If you’re reading the back of my shirt, you’re getting beat by a woman who has pushed a baby out of her vagina. Beat that.” OK. I’ve never seen that last one; I made it up.) When these amazing gals were kicking my bootie, I would always think, “How are these moms so hard-core?” And now I know. It takes a lot of planning and prioritizing even to get out the door with my running shoes and a not-too-spitty-uppy shirt on…let alone run. By the time I’m out there, no matter what the weather’s like or how tired I feel or how much my stomach’s growling I’m running.

How to Be a Runner. For the run of it: Vol 1. “I wish I could be a runner.”

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I hated running. I played track in high school but only socially, and would frequently find reasons to walk most of our longest jaunts. The burning lungs, the shortness of breath, the sore and tired muscles. What is there to like? Some people make it look so glamorous, but it feels as far from glamorous as can be.

But now… I guess I’m a runner. Aristotle said, “You are what you continually do.” Other than a 2-month break four months ago when I was very pregnant with my first child, I think I’ve run 2-3 times per week for the past seven years. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but the 1/2 marathon has become one of my favorite things.

Lately, running has seen a drastic spike in popularity. More often than not, whenever I self-disclose as a runner, people say, “I wish I could be a runner.” And I always say, “You can! I believe in you!” And they say, “But it’s SO hard!” I agree. It is hard. But you can do it.

As a former hater and a converted lover, I thought I’d start a blog mini-series with some ideas I have about how to be a runner if you aren’t and how to stay motivated if you are. If you care, stay tuned. If you don’t ever aspire to be a runner, know that there are tons of more important things to be and that I believe you still have significant things to contribute to our planet. Plenty of my nearest and dearest are non-runners.

Howard’s Pennant Garland

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Pennant garlands are so in right now! I see them everywhere I turn in blog-land. Howie has been relentlessly begging me for one – a monogrammed one, no less – to hang on his bedroom door. So, for his 4-month birthday, I made him one. And had so much fun; this is definitely the stuff of relaxation to me! Here are some pictures that document my process, in case you feel so compelled to join the trend.

I reinforced the monogram with cardboard via ModPodge, then attached it to the ribbon with safety pins.
I used whatever fabric I could find around the house for the pennants: leftover upholstery fabric from recovering the glider chair in his room, extra trimmings from the curtains in my living room, and scraps from an old chenille bedspread my mom gave me. I attached each of the pennants to the ribbon differently: some sewn on with embroidery thread and an over-under stitch, some threaded directly onto the ribbon because they were cut from old fabric that already had a hem, some paper-clipped on with multicolored paperclips, and some fastened with masking tape.
So, there you have it. Happy 4 months Howie! Sometimes I still look at you and wonder where you came from and how you got in my house!
I think I was going for: classic, fun, vintage-modern, and whimsical. How’d I do?
Did anyone out there have one of these growing up? I haven’t seen any retro pics of any pennant garlands, but would love to if they’re out there.
Oh, and pretty please post your pics if you make one, too!

Walt Whitman and Thoughts about Nature

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Howard was an unusually happy baby for me today – delightfully long enough for me to read some of The Treasury of Religious Verse, compiled by D.T. Kauffman. Taking care of a 4-month-old is physically taxing and causes mental bankruptcy. I try desperately to reverse the deterioration by reading things that challenge me at a variety of levels. This was my favorite thing I read today.

“I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire[1] is equally perfect, and a grain of sand,
and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre[2] for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the cow crunching with depress’d head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.”

from Walt Whitman’s[3] SONG OF MYSELF

My notes:
[1] an ant
[2] a masterpiece
[3] I couldn’t help but refresh my brain about Whitman by looking him up on Wikipedia: Deeply influenced by deism, Whitman embraced all religions equally; he accepted all churches and believed in none. Though apparently I disagree with his theology, I was fascinated by how much I agreed with his thoughts in these verses.

What about you? Any thoughts about Whitman’s perspective on nature?

Spring [Closet] Cleaning

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My closet is one of my favorite rooms in our house. I love it for one main reason: it’s huge. I can see all of my clothes in one passing glance and so I wear more of them more often.

A huge closet is just one of the wonderful home additions that resulted from the efforts of my valiant, handyman husband Jason who nearly single-handedly finished our unfinished basement over the past year; there remain only a few last trimmings left to complete. Our last closet my clothes (I blame them entirely) swiftly overtook. His clothes made a courageous effort to hold their tiny turf, but mine stood firm on the ground they had taken and advanced with stalwart fervor. Now we have ample room for both.

But lately I’ve noticed a fascinating phenomenon: everything inflates to fill its space. Food in a fridge; office supplies in a desk drawer; spending in one’s income; and now…clothes in my closet. It’s hard for me to decide to dismiss an article of clothing. Maybe I’m good at seeing potential. Or maybe it’s because every style that goes around comes around again. Or maybe it’s my StrengthsFinder Input Theme.

Have you noticed this phenomenon in your life? And how do you decide when a clothing item is ready to visit the Thrift Store?

Some of my favorite bloggers at Young House Love are thinking about the same things.