Thursday, January 19, 2012
Back Home Again...in Indiana
On my second night in Indiana I was at the Marsh grocery store when I saw a can of Big Red soda pop on the shelf. I instantly thought of my college days at Ball State University. Perhaps I shouldn't admit this, but I used to consume quite a bit of beer and Big Red. I think I picked up the "habits" from my southern Indiana guy friends. Today you'll find me sipping water with a lemon slice, Coke Zero, a non-fat latte or hot green mint tea with honey. Boring, but probably a bit healthier than the sugar and red food coloring in Big Red. (Or being the chug team captain of Chi Omega!) Another day I might share our "secret" recipe for the perfect margarita...
I'm in the land of round-abouts. (Carmel holds the record in America...maybe the world!) I haven't had a chance to get out much on this visit, but can't wait to get one of my town's famous fried pork tenderloin sandwiches. Yum!
The local Indy newscasts are focused on preparation for the Superbowl. There's a count-down on the Superbowl XLVI website. There are only 17 days, 4 hours, 51 minutes and 30 seconds until the big game! A Superbowl village is being erected, Lucas Oil Stadium is getting ready and the only thing missing will be my favorite teams who won't be playing. (Packers, Broncos, & Colts.) Reporters and Twitter followers speculate on whether Payton Manning will return, and the Colt's coaching staff continues to shrink as the owner "cleans house."
Carmel has grown quite a bit since my parents moved our family here when I was three and the changes have been remarkable since Mike and I moved away in 1993. I hope that my family and friends can tell I've been changing and growing too because of my faith. God's wisdom, laws and precepts help me navigate on my sometimes bumpy life journey, just like round-abouts keep the busy Carmel suburban traffic moving ahead more efficiently.
"Your statutes are my heritage forever; they are the joy of my heart". Psalm 119:111
Change is sometimes for the best and yet some things are worth hanging on to. My heritage. It comes from: my childhood hometown (now blanketed in snow), my Mom (napping to the sound of Rush Limbugh on the radio while she waits for her home-nurse to arrive), and my God (who has been giving me lots of change and growing practice lately.)
I'm hanging on to my Colts garden flag in hopes that next year when it's football season I can be proud of my Hoosier heritage.
Do you ever think about your heritage?
In His Grip, Jane
Posted by Jane at 12:02 PM