He's so cute!
"Who?" you ask?
Wouldn't you like to know!
He's got the spark...
He's got my heart...
My man, my boo, my beau!
He's so smooth
He's so slick
He makes me turn to goo
He loves me
And I love him
Oh hey, I'm talkin' 'bout YOU!!
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Time Machine
My love and I went to this open mic thing last night and a fellow sang a song called "Love Has a Time Machine". It made me smile... partly 'cause I don't think my mind is big enough to fully understand what the song meant. But it did make me think up the following little poem/ditty...
If love has a time machine
I would like to go
All the places we have been
To watch our sweet love grow
And if love has a time machine
I don't want to see
Where we'll go until we go
'Cause I love our love journey!
If love has a time machine
I would like to go
All the places we have been
To watch our sweet love grow
And if love has a time machine
I don't want to see
Where we'll go until we go
'Cause I love our love journey!
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Delighted
Why is it that I have felt so guilty when I exercise gifts and talents? I think for a long while I equated work with feelings of negativity. Because hard work is... well... hard! And who truly enjoys encountering difficulty? So when I do work that I enjoy, I feel like I'm not working! But that's just not right!
The truth is when we do life as we were designed to do it, we can't help but be glad of it. Why would God design us one way only for us to operate in an opposite way? There are some people that just really love rolling around in numbers. And cheers to them! And there are people who love getting down in the dirt. I tip my hat to them (even though I usually wear un-tippable hats, but you know what I'm saying).
So why would I expect that the goal of my life is to do stuff that I am not built for (not just physically, but heart-wise)? When I operate in my giftings, I operate in joy and delight! And God delights in that! He longs for His creation to be full of joy.
Now instead of feeling bad for doing what I was designed to so, I will embrace it and encourage others to do the same! Because this is how we were created!
The truth is when we do life as we were designed to do it, we can't help but be glad of it. Why would God design us one way only for us to operate in an opposite way? There are some people that just really love rolling around in numbers. And cheers to them! And there are people who love getting down in the dirt. I tip my hat to them (even though I usually wear un-tippable hats, but you know what I'm saying).
So why would I expect that the goal of my life is to do stuff that I am not built for (not just physically, but heart-wise)? When I operate in my giftings, I operate in joy and delight! And God delights in that! He longs for His creation to be full of joy.
Now instead of feeling bad for doing what I was designed to so, I will embrace it and encourage others to do the same! Because this is how we were created!
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Switching Decades
I was recently posed some questions by a friend on my upcoming decade switch. She had asked how I felt and how I was coping. She also asked what I was clinging to and what advice I might have. I was caught off guard at first because I felt so unqualified to answer such questions, but after a little thought I realized I am qualified and soon conveyed the following message...
As far as your questions go, I don't know that I've come anywhere near being super comfortable with being thirty but I can try to answer you.
My thoughts.... hmmm well I never even really thought of myself as a thirty year old but my expectations for adulthood definitely included a man and kids by now. Which I don't have. But that's okay. I look at my adult life and realize much of how I've lived and things I've done are a reflection of being single (or unmarried at least). And those things have shaped me and formed my heart to be what it is today (ie my love for RFKC).
Had I gotten married at a younger age, I know these passions and experiences wouldn't have ever come to be. I don't consider myself lucky or unlucky in comparison to other girls my age. I just am me. (Cheesey...I know! But true!)
How do I cope? Well for the last year I've been writing something I'm thankful for each day and throwing that in a jar. My thought initially was if I'm crying when I turn thirty to look back in my last year and see the good things that it had encompassed. But along the way it's caused me to really reflect and be thankful for each day and the good things that are very present in my life. Whether it be strong relationships or a snow day. 'Cause even on a poop day, there's always something to be thankful for.
My advice is to surround yourself with a community that fosters love and cares for the things you care for (or want to care for).
It's weird to be here. But it's good. And even though I do cry some days...I am thankful and excited for my thirties! I have heard it's a good time!
And that's how I still feel. I've had so many great opportunities over the years and I know they are all a part of me right at this moment. I celebrate the music and food and fun and relationships that have been planted and cultivated in me in the last three (almost) decades. If I was the mother of a colony of kids that I pictured myself to be as a fifth grader, I know for a fact these good things I've experienced would have never been!
My life is great. It's not how I pictured it in my childhood days...
It's better.
As far as your questions go, I don't know that I've come anywhere near being super comfortable with being thirty but I can try to answer you.
My thoughts.... hmmm well I never even really thought of myself as a thirty year old but my expectations for adulthood definitely included a man and kids by now. Which I don't have. But that's okay. I look at my adult life and realize much of how I've lived and things I've done are a reflection of being single (or unmarried at least). And those things have shaped me and formed my heart to be what it is today (ie my love for RFKC).
Had I gotten married at a younger age, I know these passions and experiences wouldn't have ever come to be. I don't consider myself lucky or unlucky in comparison to other girls my age. I just am me. (Cheesey...I know! But true!)
How do I cope? Well for the last year I've been writing something I'm thankful for each day and throwing that in a jar. My thought initially was if I'm crying when I turn thirty to look back in my last year and see the good things that it had encompassed. But along the way it's caused me to really reflect and be thankful for each day and the good things that are very present in my life. Whether it be strong relationships or a snow day. 'Cause even on a poop day, there's always something to be thankful for.
My advice is to surround yourself with a community that fosters love and cares for the things you care for (or want to care for).
It's weird to be here. But it's good. And even though I do cry some days...I am thankful and excited for my thirties! I have heard it's a good time!
And that's how I still feel. I've had so many great opportunities over the years and I know they are all a part of me right at this moment. I celebrate the music and food and fun and relationships that have been planted and cultivated in me in the last three (almost) decades. If I was the mother of a colony of kids that I pictured myself to be as a fifth grader, I know for a fact these good things I've experienced would have never been!
My life is great. It's not how I pictured it in my childhood days...
It's better.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Monday, December 30, 2013
"I Don't Got No Secretary!"
I was recently spending time with one of my friends who is charmingly free with her words. She is also a youngster. I feel like, though young, there is wisdom found in her simple statements.
She was texting this guy who she'd heard through the grapevine (oh hello, how old am I?? the grapevine?! such a gran...) likes her. She was telling me how stupid it is that he can't just tell her to her face. And she goes "If you like me, tell me! I don't got no secretary!!" And I died of laughter... several times in fact. I kept thinking about those words while we were hanging out and would randomly burst into laughter throughout the entire afternoon. A) because she said it in such a hilarious way and B) though simple and abrupt, it's kind of... really... absolutely true!
Not just with romantic relationships, but with all relationships. If there is something to say, it's probably best to go ahead and say it to the person it's aimed at rather than chit chatting to everyone but. For being a society that claims to get things done efficiently, I'd say this is a common practice that is quite counter productive to what we strive to be.
So as this year comes to a close, I'm going to try to embrace this profound truth. Direct communication. One of lifes more beautiful difficulties.
I like that. And I want to live like no one has a secretary...
'Cause fuh reelz... I ain't got no secretary yo!
She was texting this guy who she'd heard through the grapevine (oh hello, how old am I?? the grapevine?! such a gran...) likes her. She was telling me how stupid it is that he can't just tell her to her face. And she goes "If you like me, tell me! I don't got no secretary!!" And I died of laughter... several times in fact. I kept thinking about those words while we were hanging out and would randomly burst into laughter throughout the entire afternoon. A) because she said it in such a hilarious way and B) though simple and abrupt, it's kind of... really... absolutely true!
Not just with romantic relationships, but with all relationships. If there is something to say, it's probably best to go ahead and say it to the person it's aimed at rather than chit chatting to everyone but. For being a society that claims to get things done efficiently, I'd say this is a common practice that is quite counter productive to what we strive to be.
So as this year comes to a close, I'm going to try to embrace this profound truth. Direct communication. One of lifes more beautiful difficulties.
I like that. And I want to live like no one has a secretary...
'Cause fuh reelz... I ain't got no secretary yo!
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Living In Denial
Sometimes I feel like trusting God is the same as living in denial.
Denial because the reality that's before me clearly is not necessarily favorable. Denial because it seems like nothing good can be sprung forth from what is. So in my head, saying I trust God is equated with denying that what's actually happening is happening.
But I guess that is actually what trust is. Trusting God is actually in control and not limited by what's before me. Trusting is denial in a sense. It's denying myself control and placing faith in Him. That He actually can give us miracles. He can. And He will. Because I think, I know and I've experienced that that is how God works. Through miracles. How quickly I forget when I face my next need. But the reality is my reality of madness ain't no thang for Him.
Oh God. I trust You. It is a little unnerving, but I trust You.
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