Rockin' Robin

A few nights ago I got the privilege of having a fun night at home with my roommate, Robin. In case you haven't gotten a chance to spend an evening with Robin, I'd like to inform you that you are missing out! Robin's hilarious. Her wit, her silliness.... oh yes... it was a wonderful night. I took some pictures to document our evening.

First we did a bit of house chores, like collecting mail [shown above] and doing laundry[well, I supervised the laundry doing =P ]. Then we played some cards, followed by playing with the cats a bit and playing the game of Clue. I won, but Robin sure tried hard. [bwahahahahahaha!]

So, yeah, it was a great night of fun.

And if you see my roommate... be sure to tell her "hi" for me.

Holiday Screaming and Leg Stabilizing

Well... tonight was the Holiday concert for the Beavercreek Christian Learning Center (aka BCLC...where I work). So my Kindergartners all showed up to join in the festivities of scream singing and ridiculously wonderful dancing. As the children came in I became the evening's distraction factor, ushering their attention to a book they had heard billions of times before. Then after much hallway shushing, the stage welcomed the squirmy children. All children Kindergarten through 2 and 1/2 found their place on the stage. Us HUGE Kindergartners were given our honorable spots on the risers. That's right.. risers! So I found my honorable spot stabilizing the legs of jumping, swaying and spinning 5 year olds. With each song they moved closer and closer to their toppling defeat. Nonetheless, upon the concerts conclusion, we ushered out the children, trying our best to keep them from screaming in the mics and yelling at their parents from the stage. Then we lined up our rambunctious bunch in front of the classroom so their parents could come relieve us from our own parenting duties. Or shall I call it our shepherding duties? I sat on the floor with one overwhelmed child to keep her from crying. She sat in my lap, clinging to my arms for comfort. After her mom came, I stood by the morning Kindergarten teachers, carrying on playful banter. Time passed and the swoop of moms and dads and random other relations passed through. As the crowd cleared I saw my one little Kaylee's blue eyes looking up from the hallway wall.

"Come on over here, baby." [I call them all that.]

She came over, receiving my outstretched hand.

"Oh... is she yours?" A passing mother asked me.
"Oh... no, no, no." Came my quick response as the woman moved, trailing the heard of chaos.
It was then that I realized that both Kaylee and I had our curly hair pulled back in a bun-like mass of curly chaos. We did kind of look a bit similarly overdressed for the occasion.

"I think her mom's down the hallway," Mrs. Thatcher said as she grabbed the last few things from the hallway and shut up the room. I knew her mom wasn't there. Kaylee's mom was out of town. But her babysitter was supposed to be there though.

Kaylee and I walked down the hallway.
No babysitter.

We entered the sea of cookie eating chaos in the gym. Parents stood socializing as their children ran through the crowd pushing other kids, stealing cookies, and screaming. [Ahhh, the joys of the BCLC.] We wandered through the crowd.

"Is she yours?" Came two more strangers.
"No, No." My eyes continued to search for Kaylee's sitter.

We left the crowd after Kaylee got a few pictures with a classmate. I couldn't take the chaos anymore.

"Maybe she's in the sanctuary..." I ventured forth trying to make our quest a game.
"She's forgotten me." Teary eyes looked up at me.

"No, baby, are you kidding me? You? Not Kaylee... how could she forget Kaylee? Oh no. There's just so many people here, so she's a bit harder to find. But we'll find her. We won't give up. But let's go get a cookie first. I think that'll help."

We headed for the cookie table, bumping into Mrs. Thatcher again.
"I was looking for you. I couldn't find her mom either." Came the information.

We found two chocolate covered cookies at the cookie table and when we turned around... there stood the babysitter.

"See... I knew we'd find her."

Kaylee's face lit up and she exploded into story after story about the holiday concert. She grabbed hold of her sitter's hand as I vanished into the crowd.

See friends, readers.... what you don't know is that Kaylee was adopted. So it was all the more important that she not be left behind.

But nonetheless... after a night of holiday screaming, leg stabilizing, and being accused of getting pregnant at the age of 16 [seriously guys... me? A single mom?] I'm calling it a night.

G'night all.

I went to the Princeton High School Holiday Concert last night. It was so weird.
I was so glad that my sister was there. Matt came with me too. [Sweet boy.]

So yeah... at the closure of the Holiday concert, all Alumni are invited on the stage to sing the Hallelujah Chorus from the Messiah and Silent night [which the audience gets to sing along with as well]. My sister and I were laughing as we attempted to squeak out the high notes in the Hallelujah Chorus. We didn't sound too bad, but for a second soprano and an alto... it was rough. Hehe. We did sit in front of Jes' old best friend (or maybe they're still good friends.... but I'm not so sure). Nonetheless, we saw some familiar faces. There were a whole 3 people from the class of '03. But we saw a few others from other classes. It was kind of weird too cause I ran into a good section of the Grease cast. [Yes, in case you didn't know... I was actually in Grease the musical my Senior year.... yep... I was Sandy.... Moving On.] So yeah.. the concert was pretty neat, but weird at the same time.

[By the way in case you are confused... the picture above is from my Senior Recital... it wasn't actually at our school, Princeton, but at a Cincinnati Music Hall side-stage room. - The room's acoustics ROCKED!-]

One thing that was quite weird was a conversation with Megan after the holiday concert. Megan was actually in the class of '04, so she was a year behind me (and still is actually). Megan spoke of others from my class. Two names popped up... an old best friend of mine, Erin Kennedy, who according to hearsay is engaged. Congratulations Erin, wherever you are. And then sadder news came to my ears about an old classmate who is expecting her first child soon. It really made me sad to think of the single-mom situation that this child would be born into. Furthermore... I just wonder if God is going to use this child to open his mother to the good news. She has been so closed for quite a long time.

On a happier note, I did get to report my engagement to a few old friends while at the concert, which was always a joy to brag on my Matt.

And furthermore, Jes, her old friend, and I explored the place of our teenagehood... ragging Matt and Nayt along. They were sweet for entertaining us with their interest.

Overall, the night put a good close to my Alumni status. If I never return there again, then I'm okay with that. I went once. But in all honesty... God has me in a new place now. And I look forward to all that He brings me in contact with as He guides me down His road of life.

Thank You, Jesus.

In Peace

December 6, 2006 at exactly 12:07, my watch took it's final tick.
I didn't discover it's lifeless little face until this morning. [I'd tell you what time, but it is so difficult to recall. ;) ]
How can I describe how I feel?
It's like time has just stopped.


May it rest in peace ...

... for now.

Of the Saints

I heard this song again this afternoon...

Tears Of The Saints
By Leeland [Album: Sound of Melodies]

There are many prodigal sons
On our city streets they run
Searching for shelter
There are homes broken down
People’s hopes have fallen to the ground
From failures

This is an emergency!

There are tears from the saints
For the lost and unsaved
We’re crying for them come back home
We’re crying for them come back home
And all your children will stretch out their hands
And pick up the crippled man
Father, we will lead them home
Father, we will lead them home

There are schools full of hatred
Even churches have forsaken
Love and mercy
May we see this generation
In it’s state of desperation
For Your glory

This is an emergency!

There are tears from the saints
For the lost and unsaved
We’re crying for them come back home
We’re crying for them come back home
And all your children will stretch out their hands
And pick up the crippled man
Father, we will lead them home
Father, we will lead them home

Sinner, reach out your hands!
Children in Christ you stand!
Sinner, reach out your hands!
Children in Christ you stand!

There are tears from the saints
For the lost and unsaved
We’re crying for them come back home
We’re crying for them come back home
And all your children will stretch out their hands
And pick up the crippled man
Father, we will lead them home
Father, we will lead them home

And all Your children will stretch out their hands
And pick up the crippled man
Father, we will lead them home
Father, we will lead them home

Too often do I find myself focusing on my own self-hurts and my own life struggles that I forget that there is an emergency of hurt all around me. No, I can't run out there and save everyone. No, I can't go fix all the stumbling Christ followers that are so lost in a world of materialism that they have forgotten the beauty of being in love with Jesus. No, I can't save anyone... that's God's job. But I have forgotten to be open to His guidance into the uncomfortable conversations and open arms of those searching for meaning. I have forgotten to pray for those in emptiness. How careless of me. How selfish. I have forgotten to deny myself. [Luke 9:23] I have chosen not to.

Thank you, Lord for the reminder.
I love You and You give all that I need.
Thank You for forgiving me when I choose not to accept Your gifts.

I love You, Jesus. I love You because You showed me what love is.

Clingy, Clogged Cutie

Today I got the chance to watch Ezra. While Ezra isn't as small as the little one to the left, he's still tiny in comparison to most. Ezra is a whopping 18lbs eleven month old. Random funny trivia for you... Chloe Elizabeth, one of the Turner kids that I watched last night, is a whopping 17lbs and that child is almost 4 months old. So either Ezra is small for his age, Chloe is a strong 4 monther ... or both are true.

Nonetheless, Ezra and I hung out today. He was dropped off to me from an Aunt's car at about noon. His mom and dad are a few hours away doing wedding photography, so Ezra had an evening and a day of bouncing to two caregivers. I was excited to be one of them. I love that Ezra. He's a blast. And not to be unmentioned... he's a cutie too.

Ezra, on mom withdrawl, clung to my shirt, rubbing his runny nose on my sleeves. [Poor little guy.] We had a fairly uneventful day. We played, we ate, Ezra napped, we played, we ate, and then it was Ezra's bedtime. Preparing for some crying like at naptime, I began singing to Ezra as we climbed the stairs to his bedroom.

Think of me everyday
Hold tight to what I say
And if you think of me
I'll be with you

[Yes, the Veggie Tale song sung by Junior Asparagus... but seriously guys.. it was the first thing that popped into my head.]

Ezra happily clung to my shirt, much like the duration of the day. I sat down in the comfy rocking chair recliner and the fussing began.

Think of me everyday
Hold tight to what I say
And if you think of me
I'll be with you

I put Ezra into his sleeping sack (way cool invention, by the way) so as to simulate a comfy blanket that stays wrapped around the little buddy. Ezra wailed, angry that I had set him down to zip him all into his nighttime blankets. I picked him back up and he stopped crying. He rubbed his face on my arm once again, snuffling as he tried to breathe through his cold.

Think of me everyday
Hold tight to what I say
And if you think of me
I'll be with you

I walked about the dimly lit room, cuddling the baby in my arms.

Think of me everyday
Hold tight to what I say...

I looked down to see the sleeping babe.

And if you think of me
I'll be with you...

His heavy breathing consumed the quietness.

"What a little piece of Heaven," I thought.

To his stomach he was placed in the crib without clinging or waking.

Sweet little dear.

You know, I've been here at Ezra's house for about nine hours now, and I figure I'll be here at least until 10pm, but there are no promises of when I will be able to go home tonight.

But you know.... I have been so blessed to have had a quiet afternoon spending time with such a sweet kid. Despite his cold and his mommy deprivation, Ezra has been such a dear this afternoon and evening.

So I just wanted to post a little to let you know about the sweet little Ezra.

I love that kid!

New Habit Gone So Wrong

So our cats have this new habit... jumping on the kitchen counters.

And I don't like it!

But the new habit turned from bad to worse this morning.
My blueberry bagel popped out of the toaster.
Boots hopped onto the counter, grabbed my bagel out of the toaster and was back onto the floor in a split second.

So now he's howling from his jail cell, the bathroom, where he's going to owe me MUCH time in repayment for his new habit.

He's lucky he didn't get the death sentence.

Braggin' Again

A few nights ago as Matt and I were saying goodbye he graced my ears with these words;

"I Loveth Youeth Mucheth"


(She swoons) That man... and when he speaks the King James....


hehe
= P

An Unfitting Dress and a Solo

For those of you who don't know... I headed down to Cincinnati this past weekend. (Really it was Friday night to Saturday early afternoon.) For those of you who know what I initially headed down there for... no it didn't fit. And for those of you who don't... I was trying on a wedding dress.

But no fear... my trip was not in vein.


I really enjoyed getting the opportunity to hang out with my mom and dad. I had had a really horrible day on Friday and I was actually looking forward to seeing my parents. (Not to say that I do not usually look forward to seeing my parents, it's really that usually bad days cause me to seek out alone/away time.)

It was a fun trip filled with viewing mom's old wedding dress (it was really neat to see a symbol of the start of my parent's marriage- and also all the hard work my mom's sister had put into making her '70s lace wedding dress), wedding dress online exploration, a GOOD night's sleep (FINALLY!), a quiet morning, enjoying a contata practice, hearing my mom's solo (she did really well. I am still impressed at how despite her stage fright, she really gave her all to God... ignoring the fear. GO MOM!), holding a baby (always wonderful), and a nice lunch.

I was so blessed by the trip.

Thanks God, for once again, blessing me in ways that I did not imagine.

I love you, Jesus.

Brightens My Day

Look outside! DO YOU SEE THE SNOW?! [Well if you don't then you must be in a place that it didn't snow at. But it snowed here!!!] That's right... SNOW!!!!

It makes me want to sing.

But I can't.
Cause I don't want to further the "neighbor who was assassined for singing" statistics.

But at 9:45... yeah baby... I'm bustin' out the guitar!!!


To continue my wild jumping fit... I was reading my sis' blog this morning. I was excited to find the address in my email since it got messed up through my last site and I've been Jes-blogless for far too long. But there was a section that was written to me... me who lost her blog site.... me!

It overjoys me to discover that in and amongst the business of life [and man it can be stinkin' crazy], my sis thought about me. It was nice of her to write to me.


Thanks Jes.
That's another thing that brightens my day.

I love you.

Tall Man and 3 Little "Princesses"

So I have to take a second to brag on my man... bear with me. [Or don't. Cause it's your choice to read or not.] =)

The Saturday after Thanksgiving, my mother's boss got married. It was her and her husband's second marriage and the couple was a bit older so they had kids from their previous marriages. In light of their many grandchildren, Matt and I were hired for the evening to watch these "spirited" children. We had seven kids all under the age of six and a half. The ages went as follows; 6 1/2 (boy), two 4 1/2s (girls), one almost 3 year old (girl), one almost 2 year old (girl) and two 1 1/2 years olds (boys). Whew! What a crew! And yes, they were all in uncomfortable dress clothes. Our instructions? Keep them occupied.

With limited means and limited instruction, Matt and I worked purely on improv. Small goody bags were provided for all the kids, so I drained every inch of entertainment from those goody bags as Matt tracked down a high chair for an extra little one. When the goody bag joys were fully drained, the children took to running about the reception hall. Since these children were usually psychotic, the bride and groom encouraged their running and took no mind to the screams and giggles. So what did my sweet fiance do? That's right, he ran around the reception hall with them. No pride whatsoever. It was so neat to look up from the toddlers at the table and watch three little flower girls chasing after Matt as he weaved through columns in the middle of the reception hall. Those little girls ["Princesses" as one mom called them.] just laughed and laughed as they ran behind him.

After dinner was finally served for these little ones, we headed upstairs for video entertainment. Some of the little ones changed into more comfortable clothes, others stayed in formal wear. The parents came in and out of the room at random times to invite their little ones back downstairs. It was pretty laxed at that point.

Once video time was complete, the reception had elevated into dancing, which is always interesting because at that point I knew that alcohol had kicked in. [Not for me -I don't drink- but for the guests who would be dancing.] By the time we got everything all cleaned up back in the room and headed downstairs the guests were weaning, but Matt and I were still "on the clock" so to say. We found my Mom and Dad to chat a little while the seven kiddos were dancing. In the middle of watching the dancing, almost three year old Mackenzie ran over to me so I could hold her. [She had taken to me for some reason.] She told me all about her dancing.
Matt piped in, "You want to go dance with Monica?" knowing how much I hate to dance in public.
"Yeah!" Mackenzie took the bate.
"How about dancing with Matt, that's so much more fun!" I set the trap.
"Yeah!" came the responce.
I handed the child to Matt and off to the dance floor they went.

Matt held her and spun through the crowd. This huge smile beamed from her face.

"Visions of the future?" My Mom spoke leaning toward me.

"Oh yeah." I laughed knowing she could read it off my face.

So yeah... that's my sweet Matt for you.

And thus ends the tale of the Tall Man and 3 Little "Princesses".

Emerging

"Emerging"
[neat pictures.]

Chocolate rebels

Last night I went out to dinner with Matt. I really didn't know much about the whole affair, but Matt gave me more details as he discovered them himself. I wasn't worried... I was going out with Matt. Who cares where we went.

So we ended up going to the Schindler Event Center on Xenia Christian's high school campus. Yes.. CAMPUS. For a second I felt like I was at Michigan State driving the loop up the hill from the Spartan statue (Matt nodds his head knowing what I'm talking about... all others are clueless). Anyway... Xenia Christian Schools? Huge! And for serious... it's a lot like a college campus. What they do in and with all the buildings still baffles me mind.

We arrived just in time to meet up with "Pastor" (as Matt calls him). It was nice to be welcomed by familiar faces and we even got ot eat dinner with Matt's pastor and his wife, which was quite fun (as you will read later). We also ran into (not literally) Matt Burgy, Andy and Lisa Weems, Justin Williams, Chris from Crosswalk, and a few other less familiar (to me) faces in the big world of Baptist Association peeps.

It was in meeting all the people Matt introduced me to that I first learned of the name of this event. Check this out... "Ministers and their Mates". Can you tell a man came up with that title? Mates? First thing I thought of was a porpus, then maybe some other wild animal. HEHE.
But no fear, the evening rose well above the confinements of it's title.

After prayer, we were dismissed in a specific order to go to the buffet line. And where did our table fall in that order? Almost last. Carla (Pastor's wife) leaned in to explain, "It doesn't seem to matter where we sit each year, we are always last." Matt joked, "Well, I guess we'll be finding a new table."

And then came the announcement straight from heaven, "At 7:15 you may go to the chocolate fountain, but please hold off until 7:15."

At 7:15 we still sat at our table waiting for our turn for dinner.
"What time is it?" Carla asked Matt.
"7:15" came his smiling responce.
Pastor Steve looked at his watch, "It's 7:18 by my time."
"Let's go get chocolate," came Carla's brilliance.
"Are you serious" Matt Burgy asked as Carla and Pastor Steven, Matt and I got up from the table, "Oh, ok..." Matt Burgy jetted after us.

That's right... we had dessert first. And as we sat down to our dinenrs, we smiled at the long line that was forming at the chocolate fountain. That's right... we were the rebels. And who started off our rebellion? The Pastor's wife.

I have even higher respects for Carla after last night. Hehe. =)

The Mark of the Boots

I have a cat. His name is Cheddar. He is a fluffy, soft, lovable orange striped cat seen in the following pictures. Yes, he is a joy. And no... you can't have him.

But then there's this other cat...

Robin has a cat. He is a beast. And yesterday I received the mark of the beast. (Revelation punn.) Or for the sake of argument we shall call it THE MARK OF THE BOOTS.

While Boots can carry some pleasurable aspects to his character, yesterday he failed to show any. Last night after jumping on my leg at feeding time, spilling his dish of food and dumping his water bowl, Boots got evicted from the kitchen. Then, after dragging a bag of trash about the house, Boots found himself happily residing in the bathroom for an hour. [The ultimate torture chamber.] Upon coming out of the bathroom, I noticed that Boots had hit his right cheek bone on something and now had a swollen right cheek, causing his eye to remain closed. [Great! Now it looks like I beat the cat.] ~~ For all you extreme animal lovers... no fear.. He looks normal this morning.~~
Well, the fun did not end there.

In discussing Cheddar's recent rough neck [not a derogatory term, but a description], we discovered via the ever-useful flea comb, that our furry friends had fleas. FANTASTIC! How or where they got it from is a mystery to us both. We think it could have been their trip to the vet. Nonetheless, a flea dip was in order. And that is where I received THE MARK OF THE BOOTS.

Boots was the first one to get dunked. He always prooves quite "challenging" in the bathing process, so I like to get him done first. Afterall, if we can survive Boots, we can survive anything. [Little did I know how acurate that thought would be.]

The howling and fidgeting began with the first introduction to water. [It sounded liek we were killing him one hair at a time.] He calmed down for a little bit as Robin and I went through the choriographed cat-dipping routine. Then came the outburst of craze and it happened... Yes... Boots bit me. My right arm has a lovely perfect row of cat teeth pressed into it. And yes, he broke skin. And yes, I was grateful that he was up to date on his rabbies and other vaccines. And yes I wanted to spike him. And no, I didn't. But let me tell you what... in all the times we've bathed him, I have always been closest to the mouth. But never once have I fallen victim to THE MARK OF THE BOOTS. Oh I have received my share of deep five-claw scratches. But never teeth.


So now I am branded.

The mark of the Boots is upon me.

To Keep From Forgetting

This morning I was reading Sarah's blog. She spoke of us not forgetting the true meaning of Christmas. It spurred a thought process of mine. What's the point of Christmas without Christ? Yes, Santa Clause would then skyrocket in popularity. But let's be honest... America is able to materialize any holiday and even create some of their own (aka Sweetes Day, etc). Yes, our society can take any family holiday and turn it into a bloodthirsty, shop-o-holic experience of pure materialism and anti-family tendencies. I mean seriously... look at what they have done to Thanksgiving. Yes, you "give thanks" while fighting with family and gorging yourself on that "Turkey Day" and then the very next day you go express your thanks by making a mad dash through crowded store, loosing your sanity and personality for the gift that you just "have to have". But whatever happened to a true Thanksgiving?

So maybe it's our job to promote Christ through love and reverence to our Father. It's so easy to get lost in buying the perfect gift for someone, but the truth is that the Perfect Gift has already come. While it may be wonderful to see someone's eyes light up as they open a gift from you, let us not forget how Joseph's eyes must have lit up atthe sight of our Lord. As the weather gets cooler, let us not forget how cold it could have been that night that Christ lay in the stable. Please, may we do whatever it takes to keep from forgetting that Christ is Christmas.

The manger scene is lit.
The cattle all in their stalls.
The angel firmly placed with golden locks flowing down her sholders.
The three wisemen stand at a distance adjusting the placement of their gifts.
The shepherds lean wearily on their staffs, preparing for the long night's stand.
Joseph and Mary lean over the manger, hoping to stirr the perfect example of parenthood.
But what do we discover?
In all the preparation, we have forgotten the most important one.

The manger is empty.

Heaven forbid we ever get to a point in the Christ-following community that we have forgotten Christ on Christmas.

Abandoned Projects

Just some neat pictures I found of abandoned projects.

4 a.m. Monologue

Last night I couldn't sleep. So in honor of my rommate, here is my "4 a.m. Monologue".

G'morning God.
It's a little early, being 4 o'clock and all, but I trust that your timing is perfect.
I sit here on the couch listening to two purrers in the darkness.
No Franklin activity.
The heater blowing.
The refrigerator humming.
The couch cover's much colder at 4 a.m.
Maybe I'm just more sensitive.
The rustling of the goldfish cracker box stirrs the wild out of once-peaceful kittens.
"Basic, not acidic." Kelly's advice echoes in my mind as I attempt to neutralize stomach acid.
The reflection of my bedroom light reveals activity in Franklin's water.
Guess the headcount of those awake is now four.
Two cats, one turtle, one Monica. No Robin.
The orchestra of coughing, plastic bag crinkling and cat collar bells plagues the silence of a once-quiet apartment.
Personal space violations and finger bites from the vampire cat spur the completion of goldfish cracker snacking.
Now what?
Silence surrounds me.
I wish Robin were up. And yet I don't.
She looks peaceful.
Overhead footsteps reveal that there are now five awake.
Two cats, one turtle, one Monica and one neighbor.
The footsteps stop.
Now back to four; two cats, one turtle and one Monica.
The cats settle back into the couch beside me.
My eyelids heavy. Alas... sleep becomes me.
Whiskers tickle my nose, reminding me that sleep does not belong here.
Cold toes find warmth beneath bedcovers. No Robin disturbed.
The 4 a.m. Monologue now the 5.
Sleap... please become me again.

It didn't until nearly an hour later.

How Shallow Feels

What does shallow feel like?

Is it something you can taste?
Is it something you can see?
Is it something you know you are in...
you are doing...
you are saying...?


Maybe it's just that you don't know what shallow looks like...
what shallow feels like...
what shallow tastes like until you know the fullness of depth.

The sweet tastes ...
with the bitter...
the beauty...
with the ugly...
the overwhelming sense of "you belong"
with the sense of "sticking out"
that echoes in your soul through depth.

And yet... It's enough to make you never want to feel the shallow again.


Never, never, never again...





Lord, protect me from the shallow.
May I encourage others to depth with Your words... not my own.


I love you, Lord.

Faithful Servant

This thought reflected through my thoughts again this morning. And it is interesting to think of all that in light of all the new proposals of "my generation".

"Aren't you excited?" My best friend asked me in light of the new news of someone else's proposal.
"Yeah..." Came my unexcited response. "I guess."

Oh don't get me wrong... proposals are fantastic! [I am biased.] The joy is fantastic! [Again, biased.] But the divorce rate kinda scares me. Oh it doesn't scare me in light of thinking that Matt and I would ever get divorced. And it's not one of those naive "we'll never do that," sayings. Truley... Matt and I have discussed the seriousness of marriage and how divorce is not an option. Faithfulness, even in trials, is a life moto of both of us. But... I wonder if that's every newly engaged couple's moto.

I guess while my thoughts are overjoyed with the thought of friends and aquantances becoming engaged, my heart simultaneously hurts for those who will fall to the statistics of divorce. My heart hurts for those currently married who have put God into a box and take Him out on Sundays and thier marriage reflects that choice.

"Have you looked for a dress?" was asked to me.
"Nope... but I think I passed my exams!" verbalized.
I have nine months... I'll look soon enough. Came internally.

I guess it's just this thing... August 25th is one day... yes.. one day that we'll have in our memories. Yes the beginning of "one". But it is just that... one day. I'm focusing less on spending a huge amount of money for one day and more on preparing my mind for the endurance of marriage.
Oh I am so excited for August 25th. I am! Because that will be the start of fulfilling my promise to God that I will live the rest fo my life striving to follow God as Matt's wife, wherever He takes us and whatever may come. But how much more exciting... how beyond expressions exciting is the thought of spending the rest fo my life fighting the good fight with Matt. That blows the wedding day out of the water in my mind. And while a good start is always nice... the race is won through endurance, not a sprint.

I pray that more and more Christ-followers will race with endurance.

May more and more of us when we come face to face with Beautiful Jesus hear the words...
'Well done, good and faithful servant.'

He's what I live for.

To God be all the glory.
Thank You for saving my heart, my soul and, Lord... thanks You so much for saving my mind.

To Avoid the Label of 'Crazy'

You know a lot of people do things to avoid the label of 'crazy'.

But not me.

So it snowed last night! YEAH!!!!
This morning I awoke and saw the remnants of snow powdering the grass and my car. And what thought did that trigger in my mind?
You got it! Let's go for a bike ride.

I checked the weather prediction to decipher how many layers I needed. Once fully layered, I was off. Some people may fear frostbite... but not me. Afterall, you can only live once. Right?

Yes, the thirty degree air was crisp. Yes, I couldn't feel my cheeks. Yes, I'm still fighting off my cold. Yes, my nose ran constantly. But my oh my it was fun. [Especially the part where my gears jammed in the middle of Woodman Road's traffic.] Heck yes! Life is truly fun!

I gotta be honest.. I was just tired of this sickness taking me out. And who knows... maybe some good frigid air and a continually running nose will do the trick.

Even if it doesn't... I had fun.

Thanks God, for the simple blessing of a bike ride.

Have a wonderful day all!