There's this person, well this boy...man actually, who's caught my attention.
I don't want to be a dumb girl. I want to be a wise woman.
I pray about this a lot. About a month or so ago, God very clearly spoke to me. All he said was "wait". That's it. Not "yes, but wait", not "no, but wait", not "well, maybe, but wait". Just "wait".
This is hard. Not the waiting, I'm okay with that part. But the whole part about waiting and not thinking/dreaming/worrying/speculating part. I think I'm doing okay so far, but it's hard to keep myself in check. So mostly I just keep praying. When this individual pops into my head, I instantly turn my focus to Him and talk to Him. I just want to honor the Lord so badly. And when emotions and the heart get involved, it just gets all fuzzy.
Last week I got an email from a lady in my church. She said that while she was spending time with the Lord that morning He had put me on her heart. As she began to pray for me, God gave her three verses that she felt were very specifically for me. They are as follows:
'Wait for the LORD;
be strong and take heart
and wait for the LORD.'
-Psalm 27:14
'Be strong and take heart,
all you who hope in the LORD.'
-Psalm 31:24
'I have told you these things,
so that in me you may have peace.
In this world you will have trouble.
But take heart!
I have overcome the world.'
-John16:33
There's a movie who's name I don't remember, but there's a line in it that says--
"I am waiting. So I sit. Silent as a cup."
Me too.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
And I Didn't Even Have Pepperoni or Green Roast Beef!
Boy did I have a crazy dream last night!
Before I get into it, I would like all of you out in the Blogosphere to know that I am going to Georgia for Thanksgiving. This is relevent in understanding maybe a little teensy part of the insanity that's to follow. It's also important to know that my brother's name is Luke and he's married to Heather and they have two boys named Noah(3 years) and Declan(18 months). I live with them. Okay, I think that's everything, so buckle up tight and please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. And away we go!
As the dream started out, I was at my house. Except it wasn't my real house, the only house I've ever seen that somewhat resembled this house is Edward Cullen's house, except it wasn't Edward's house, it was slightly different. Wow...how's that for confusing!
So, I'm at my house. I'm alone and I get to thinking that it would be super fun to have all the School of Worship kids over for a night of hanging out and all worshiping together. So I call Teresa, who thinks it is a GREAT idea! Somehow without calling anybody, everyone who I want to come knows about it. And it's tonight! (if only real life was just as easy!)
Seeing as I'm about to have a big party, I decide to look in the pantry for what treats I can prepare. Now, the pantry and the back hall and the basement are all pretty much EXACTLY like the house I grew up in. I'm in the pantry and literally the only thing lining all the shelves are boxes of chocolate pudding. This is normal to me in my dream. As I'm on a stepstool getting multiple boxes of chocolate pudding from the top shelf, Matt Gainsford pops his head in the pantry and says, "Ello, anythin I can help with?" To which I reply "Yes actually, could you start warming some milk on the stovetop for me?" So he goes about warming milk. After I fill my apron (yes, I was wearing an apron) with as many boxes of chocolate pudding as I can, I come out of the pantry. I dump them all on the kitchen table and ask Matt if he'd mind making the pudding so that I can go clean up the downstairs for the party and then go get ready myself. He agrees.
I go down in to the basement (at the house I grew up in the basement was finished and it was my dad's office/gym/hang out area.) and all my dad's stuff is set up exactly the way I remember it being when I was a kid, except for 4 large white leather sofas. I go around fluffing pillows, lighting candles, that sort of thing, then I sit down at the piano and tune it. (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA) After I tune it, I go to the second story of the house to my bedroom. This room isn't in the house I grew up in, I'm now in the Edwardish part of the house, and it is AWESOME!!! I don't realize it in the dream because it's just my normal room to me. As I'm getting ready I have a fleeting thought that I'm leaving in the morning to go to Georgia for Thanksgiving.
I go back down to the basement and everyone is there already. They're all eating chocolate pudding while sitting on my dad's white leather couches. I sternly warn them that if anyone get's chocolate pudding on my dad's white leather couches they will have to buy him new ones. They all stand up and continue to eat their pudding.
That's all I actually dreamed about the party. We'll call that Part One.
On to Part Two...
I wake up in my (AWESOME!) room. Luke is banging on my bedroom door that we're leaving in 2 minutes and I better not make everyone late because we're on a strict time schedule. I get up, put on Ugg boots (I don't actually own a pair in real life) and go down to the garage. Luke and Noah are in the van, Heather and Declan are in the car, and Spencer Towle, Amanda Thayer, Sarah Hall and Jose Vargas are in the LLCC church van that has a trailer attached. I get in the van with Luke and Noah. Oh yeah--it's also important to know that all I'm wearing is a swimsuit and Ugg boots (LOL). As we're going down the long winding wooded driveway, I ask Luke why Heather and Declan aren't riding with us in the van. He tells me that it's because we are going straight to Georgia but Heather and Declan are going to stop off at Detriot and spend 3 nights there. I ask why everyone else in the church van are with us and he says they're going to New York for New Years Eve and Spencer was nervous about driving through Chicago so he was just going to caravan with us through Chicago and then we'd all go our seperate ways.
For some reason all of this made perfect sense to me, even though it was Thanksgiving, not New Years Eve and Heather doesn't know anybody in Detroit.
As we're driving though a maze of country roads (we lived really far out in the county), I realize that I didn't pack anything and all I had was the swimsuit and Ugg boots I was wearing. I told Luke we had to go back because I didn't have anything with me. He got really mad at me and told me that it was my own fault. I started crying and told him I couldn't spend a whole week visiting family I haven't seen in years wearing the same thing every day, especially when it was a bathing suit! He just kept getting angrier and angrier until finally I annoyed him enough that he turned around and started heading back to the house. Heather and Noah were behind us, and everyone else was behind them, and they all followed us back to the house. When we got there, the garage door was wide open and Luke was super glad that I forgot to pack then because he didn't want all his stuff stolen out of the garage.
So I go up to my room and pack (for some reason I don't change). I go in the bathroom to get my toothbrush and all my stuff is on the floor. Confused I open the medicine cabinet and all that's in there are a bunch of bottles of Brut aftershave. I turn to go out into the hall and Mark Moore is coming down the hall towards the bathroom. (Mark is the pastor at Lakeshore Tabernacle. I knew him growing up and he lived with my family for a period of time, although I'm not sure if he actually uses Brut aftershave or not) I give him a big hug and ask what he's doing there and he tells me that Luke had asked him to stay at our house while we were gone. I go back into the bathroom, grab my toothbrush off the floor and go back out to the van. We drive off.
The End.
Before I get into it, I would like all of you out in the Blogosphere to know that I am going to Georgia for Thanksgiving. This is relevent in understanding maybe a little teensy part of the insanity that's to follow. It's also important to know that my brother's name is Luke and he's married to Heather and they have two boys named Noah(3 years) and Declan(18 months). I live with them. Okay, I think that's everything, so buckle up tight and please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. And away we go!
As the dream started out, I was at my house. Except it wasn't my real house, the only house I've ever seen that somewhat resembled this house is Edward Cullen's house, except it wasn't Edward's house, it was slightly different. Wow...how's that for confusing!
So, I'm at my house. I'm alone and I get to thinking that it would be super fun to have all the School of Worship kids over for a night of hanging out and all worshiping together. So I call Teresa, who thinks it is a GREAT idea! Somehow without calling anybody, everyone who I want to come knows about it. And it's tonight! (if only real life was just as easy!)
Seeing as I'm about to have a big party, I decide to look in the pantry for what treats I can prepare. Now, the pantry and the back hall and the basement are all pretty much EXACTLY like the house I grew up in. I'm in the pantry and literally the only thing lining all the shelves are boxes of chocolate pudding. This is normal to me in my dream. As I'm on a stepstool getting multiple boxes of chocolate pudding from the top shelf, Matt Gainsford pops his head in the pantry and says, "Ello, anythin I can help with?" To which I reply "Yes actually, could you start warming some milk on the stovetop for me?" So he goes about warming milk. After I fill my apron (yes, I was wearing an apron) with as many boxes of chocolate pudding as I can, I come out of the pantry. I dump them all on the kitchen table and ask Matt if he'd mind making the pudding so that I can go clean up the downstairs for the party and then go get ready myself. He agrees.
I go down in to the basement (at the house I grew up in the basement was finished and it was my dad's office/gym/hang out area.) and all my dad's stuff is set up exactly the way I remember it being when I was a kid, except for 4 large white leather sofas. I go around fluffing pillows, lighting candles, that sort of thing, then I sit down at the piano and tune it. (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA) After I tune it, I go to the second story of the house to my bedroom. This room isn't in the house I grew up in, I'm now in the Edwardish part of the house, and it is AWESOME!!! I don't realize it in the dream because it's just my normal room to me. As I'm getting ready I have a fleeting thought that I'm leaving in the morning to go to Georgia for Thanksgiving.
I go back down to the basement and everyone is there already. They're all eating chocolate pudding while sitting on my dad's white leather couches. I sternly warn them that if anyone get's chocolate pudding on my dad's white leather couches they will have to buy him new ones. They all stand up and continue to eat their pudding.
That's all I actually dreamed about the party. We'll call that Part One.
On to Part Two...
I wake up in my (AWESOME!) room. Luke is banging on my bedroom door that we're leaving in 2 minutes and I better not make everyone late because we're on a strict time schedule. I get up, put on Ugg boots (I don't actually own a pair in real life) and go down to the garage. Luke and Noah are in the van, Heather and Declan are in the car, and Spencer Towle, Amanda Thayer, Sarah Hall and Jose Vargas are in the LLCC church van that has a trailer attached. I get in the van with Luke and Noah. Oh yeah--it's also important to know that all I'm wearing is a swimsuit and Ugg boots (LOL). As we're going down the long winding wooded driveway, I ask Luke why Heather and Declan aren't riding with us in the van. He tells me that it's because we are going straight to Georgia but Heather and Declan are going to stop off at Detriot and spend 3 nights there. I ask why everyone else in the church van are with us and he says they're going to New York for New Years Eve and Spencer was nervous about driving through Chicago so he was just going to caravan with us through Chicago and then we'd all go our seperate ways.
For some reason all of this made perfect sense to me, even though it was Thanksgiving, not New Years Eve and Heather doesn't know anybody in Detroit.
As we're driving though a maze of country roads (we lived really far out in the county), I realize that I didn't pack anything and all I had was the swimsuit and Ugg boots I was wearing. I told Luke we had to go back because I didn't have anything with me. He got really mad at me and told me that it was my own fault. I started crying and told him I couldn't spend a whole week visiting family I haven't seen in years wearing the same thing every day, especially when it was a bathing suit! He just kept getting angrier and angrier until finally I annoyed him enough that he turned around and started heading back to the house. Heather and Noah were behind us, and everyone else was behind them, and they all followed us back to the house. When we got there, the garage door was wide open and Luke was super glad that I forgot to pack then because he didn't want all his stuff stolen out of the garage.
So I go up to my room and pack (for some reason I don't change). I go in the bathroom to get my toothbrush and all my stuff is on the floor. Confused I open the medicine cabinet and all that's in there are a bunch of bottles of Brut aftershave. I turn to go out into the hall and Mark Moore is coming down the hall towards the bathroom. (Mark is the pastor at Lakeshore Tabernacle. I knew him growing up and he lived with my family for a period of time, although I'm not sure if he actually uses Brut aftershave or not) I give him a big hug and ask what he's doing there and he tells me that Luke had asked him to stay at our house while we were gone. I go back into the bathroom, grab my toothbrush off the floor and go back out to the van. We drive off.
The End.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Ghosts and Other Nonsense
My coworker believes in ghosts. Fine. Whatever.
The thing is, she believes our office is haunted. This annoys me to no end. Mainly because she REFUSES to do certain things that are required of her in her job because of this belief/fear. I am constantly butting heads with her over this. I try to see her point of view, but it's extremely hard for me to relate to because I do not believe in ghosts!
In the end, after trying to talk sense into her, I usually end up doing whatever she was supposed to do but was too afraid to do. Today I decided enough was enough. I told her that she needed to face her fear and to go do her freaking job! (I said it nicer though, although the sheer absurdity of having to try and talk rationally to her had me shaking and trying to keep myself from grabbing her by the shoulders to try and shake some sense into her) She still refused. So did I. My other coworker, who also thinks "ghost girl" is ridiculous, ended up going and doing what needed to be done because she thought we were both being stupid.
Fine. If not doing someone else's work because they're afraid of a non-existant ghost makes me stupid, so be it.
I'm stupid then.
The thing is, she believes our office is haunted. This annoys me to no end. Mainly because she REFUSES to do certain things that are required of her in her job because of this belief/fear. I am constantly butting heads with her over this. I try to see her point of view, but it's extremely hard for me to relate to because I do not believe in ghosts!
In the end, after trying to talk sense into her, I usually end up doing whatever she was supposed to do but was too afraid to do. Today I decided enough was enough. I told her that she needed to face her fear and to go do her freaking job! (I said it nicer though, although the sheer absurdity of having to try and talk rationally to her had me shaking and trying to keep myself from grabbing her by the shoulders to try and shake some sense into her) She still refused. So did I. My other coworker, who also thinks "ghost girl" is ridiculous, ended up going and doing what needed to be done because she thought we were both being stupid.
Fine. If not doing someone else's work because they're afraid of a non-existant ghost makes me stupid, so be it.
I'm stupid then.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
I don't know about you, but I'm ready!
Haul out the holly;
Put up the tree before my spirit falls again!
Fill up the stocking,
I may be rushing things, but deck the halls again now!
For we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute,
Candles in the window,
Carols at the spinet!
Yes, we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute!
It hasn't snowed a single flurry,
But Santa, dear, we're in a hurry;
So climb down the chimney;
Put up the brightest string of lights I've ever seen!
Slice up the fruitcake;
It's time we hung some tinsel on that evergreen bough!
For I've grown a little leaner,
Grown a little colder,
Grown a little sadder,
Grown a little older,
And I need a little angel
Sitting on my shoulder,
Need a little Christmas now!
Haul out the holly;
Well, once I taught you all to live each living day!
Fill up the stocking,
But Auntie Man, it's one week from Thanksgiving Day now.
But we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute,
Candles in the window,
Carols at the spinet!
Yes, we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute!
It hasn't snowed a single flurry,
But Santa, dear, we're in a hurry;
So climb down the chimney;
Put up the brightest string of lights I've ever seen!
Slice up the fruitcake;
It's time we hung some tinsel on that evergreen bough!
For we need a little music,
Need a little laughter,
Need a little singing
Ringing through the rafter,
And we need a little snappy
"Happy ever after,"
Need a little Christmas now!
Need a little Christmas now!
Put up the tree before my spirit falls again!
Fill up the stocking,
I may be rushing things, but deck the halls again now!
For we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute,
Candles in the window,
Carols at the spinet!
Yes, we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute!
It hasn't snowed a single flurry,
But Santa, dear, we're in a hurry;
So climb down the chimney;
Put up the brightest string of lights I've ever seen!
Slice up the fruitcake;
It's time we hung some tinsel on that evergreen bough!
For I've grown a little leaner,
Grown a little colder,
Grown a little sadder,
Grown a little older,
And I need a little angel
Sitting on my shoulder,
Need a little Christmas now!
Haul out the holly;
Well, once I taught you all to live each living day!
Fill up the stocking,
But Auntie Man, it's one week from Thanksgiving Day now.
But we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute,
Candles in the window,
Carols at the spinet!
Yes, we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute!
It hasn't snowed a single flurry,
But Santa, dear, we're in a hurry;
So climb down the chimney;
Put up the brightest string of lights I've ever seen!
Slice up the fruitcake;
It's time we hung some tinsel on that evergreen bough!
For we need a little music,
Need a little laughter,
Need a little singing
Ringing through the rafter,
And we need a little snappy
"Happy ever after,"
Need a little Christmas now!
Need a little Christmas now!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
It's Encouraging
To me that boys are just as confused by girls as girls are by boys.
There's some strange comfort in knowing we're all in the soup together.
There's some strange comfort in knowing we're all in the soup together.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
My Quasi-Christmas List
Losing an entire blog entry has got to be one of THEE most annoying and frustrating things ever!
Let me try and recapture what was just lost into oblivion...
I have decided to not spend money. This has been going on since August 1st and is going quite well.
In "not spending money", I have had to come to terms with 'wants' and 'needs'.
Needs are obvious-food, clothing, shelter (although sometimes I wonder about food and clothing as needs. I find that a lot of people justify unnecessary spending on something that is definitely a 'want' simply because it falls into the category of food or clothing)
I have found that in not spending money I think about what I truly want more than when I was spending money because somehow things have more value and are more special now then when I'd just throw my money around and get everything I wanted all the time.
In that vein, I would like to compile a list of things that are cleary 'wants', simply because I would like somewhere for there to be a complete list and not just thoughts in my head, you know, in case I suddenly come into some money or something.
So without further ado and in no particular order, here is my list thus far:
*Glee Season 1 Soundtrack
*Adult Footie Pajamas
*Friends Seasons 5, 6 and 7 (these are all I'm missing to make my series complete)
*Socks without holes (or sewn toes for that matter)
*A blowdryer that doesn't spark when in use (I live on the wild side)
*My magazine subscriptions to Martha Stewart and Better Homes & Gardens (both are finito come January)
*A new lightbulb for my nightlight in the bathroom (it's amazing how accustomed to these things one becomes, however still not a need!)
I think that's all for now, it's hard to just sit here and try to think of things I've been trying to remember for a few months. I'm sure this will be getting added too.
<3
Let me try and recapture what was just lost into oblivion...
I have decided to not spend money. This has been going on since August 1st and is going quite well.
In "not spending money", I have had to come to terms with 'wants' and 'needs'.
Needs are obvious-food, clothing, shelter (although sometimes I wonder about food and clothing as needs. I find that a lot of people justify unnecessary spending on something that is definitely a 'want' simply because it falls into the category of food or clothing)
I have found that in not spending money I think about what I truly want more than when I was spending money because somehow things have more value and are more special now then when I'd just throw my money around and get everything I wanted all the time.
In that vein, I would like to compile a list of things that are cleary 'wants', simply because I would like somewhere for there to be a complete list and not just thoughts in my head, you know, in case I suddenly come into some money or something.
So without further ado and in no particular order, here is my list thus far:
*Glee Season 1 Soundtrack
*Adult Footie Pajamas
*Friends Seasons 5, 6 and 7 (these are all I'm missing to make my series complete)
*Socks without holes (or sewn toes for that matter)
*A blowdryer that doesn't spark when in use (I live on the wild side)
*My magazine subscriptions to Martha Stewart and Better Homes & Gardens (both are finito come January)
*A new lightbulb for my nightlight in the bathroom (it's amazing how accustomed to these things one becomes, however still not a need!)
I think that's all for now, it's hard to just sit here and try to think of things I've been trying to remember for a few months. I'm sure this will be getting added too.
<3
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