Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled.

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.

Blessed are the pure in spirit, for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.

Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake.

Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

Matthew 5:3-12

Oh Lord,

Teach me to seek You and reveal yourself to me when I seek You.

For I cannot seek You unless You first teach me, nor find You unless You first reveal yourself to me.

Let me seek You in longing, and long for You in seeking.

Let me find You in love, and love You in finding.

~Saint Ambrose of Milan

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Name: Erin Yonke

Location: Aurora, IL

Info: I'm happily married to my husband and champion pro-life activist, Matt. I stay home with my three small boys; Ambrose (11/06), Peter (3/08), and Joseph (9/10).

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

the good ol' department of motor vehicles

This morning, I made a trip over to the DMV to renew my driver's license. I hate the DMV. Today, however, I was delighted to find the place practically empty and walked right up to the counter. No lines. No wait. It was wonderful.

But the DMV has a way of always being a rotten place to go, and just when I began to think I might not absolutely detest my experience, the clerk opened her mouth.

Eying Ambrose in the mei tai on my back, she says, "Are you sure he's in there right?"
A quick pat over my back and I assured her that yes, he was.
"He won't fall out?"
"Nope, he's nice and snug."
"I bet he'll climb out one of these days. Aren't there any buckles or anything?" (WHAT?! No PLASTIC?! I can't believe it even WORKS!!!)
"Oh, no. It's just cloth. It's really comfy."
"Hm. Well, I bet he'll learn to climb out." (smiles at Ambrose) "Won't you?"
"I hope not. He really likes it in there."
"My daughter uses one of those...what are they called? Baby Bjorn. Those are nice."
"Yeah." (Mentally rolling my eyes at her, and at everyone who truly thinks a baby bjorn holds a candle to a mei tai.)

To her credit, she did go on to ask me where I got it, and said it was very pretty. This really wasn't the part of the conversation that irked me the most.

Later on, she was confirming all the information on my old license.
"Height and weight still the same?," she asked, peering over her glasses.
"Yes." And truthfully, they were accurate--yes, weight too--even with being pregnant.
She gave me a long once-over, smiled sympathetically and then said, "I understand."

See you in four years, you mean old lady!

Comments on "the good ol' department of motor vehicles"


Blogger Sarah said ... (December 17, 2007 7:39 PM) : 

one time someone asked me "Is his leg supposed to be turning blue?" and i laughed, then looked and it was kinda cutting off his circulation... lol :-) pretty awful.


Blogger John Jansen said ... (December 18, 2007 10:36 AM) : 

I hate the DMV.

I think it's pretty much obligatory when one talks about the DMV to state one's hatred thereof.


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