Commit everything to the Lord. Trust Him, and He will help you. He will make your innocence radiate like the dawn, and the justice of your cause will shine like the noonday sun. Be still in the presence of the Lord, and wait patiently for him to act. (ps. 37:5-7)

Holding onto this for dear life.

vids

Two videos for you to check out if you have time.

Might have posted one or both of them before, don't know.

But I like them that much. :)

Her Morning Elegance

How To Be Alone

There you go. :)

twenty

(Ok, my birthday isn't for another twelve days. But if you look at it technically, that means I'm twelve days away from finishing my twentieth year, twelve days away from beginning my twenty-first year. So I'd say I'm close enough. Besides, I'll forget to post this if I save it.)

"Where whatever you like," my mama always says when I ask her what to wear to this or that event, "you're a teenager. You can get away with anything." But now I'm not. Do the rules change? Am I going to have to start dressing fashionably? Thankfully my grandmother sent me clothes money for Christmas, and thankfully my mama bought me pants for Christmas, so I didn't spend the whole check on pants like I usually do. (sheepish grin) I bought two decently nice girl shirts. (Imagine that) Then again, decently nice for me probably means Saturday clothes for regular girls. Oh well, I tried. You have to start somewhere, right? Now hopefully I will actually wear them on the weekdays.

realize

I realized that, whether I like it or not, I fit better into American culture than any other. As much as it befuddles me, I understand it better than any other. I belong more in this culture than any other on this earth, at least for now.

And since I am inside of this culture, I have permission to change it. And it would be very difficult to change a culture from the outside I think. Since I know the rules, I am allowed to break them. And I realized that Imust break them. I realized the zealousness with which I have to live. Being inside of this culture, I am allowed to break the rules. I am allowed to change them. I know what the cultural rules are, and I know what people inside of them actually need.

I can't sit around waiting for someone else to start the work so I can walk beside them. I have ideas, I must share them.

Help me by answering this: What are you passionate about?

Help me more by asking a stranger the same question?

"soldiers don't get tied up in affairs of civilian life, for they cannot please the officer who enlisted them." 2 tim 2:4

blog plug

just like winter

friend's blog.

remembering

In March of 2008 I went to India to visit my sister and brother in law.

I got sick. I usually do when I travel.

One day we sat in a broken down bus for two hours and were breathing in all sorts of nasty gases. Later that night, I had some, uh, issues. (So did some of the other kids who were on the bus.) So it was what, three in the morning? And I had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and meanwhile discovered that I was going to puke. So I did, but anyways that's not the point. While I was puking, excuse the grossness of this please, I was filled with this indescribable joy. A song I hadn't sung since I was little and can't since remember filled my mind, and I sang it to myself over and over and over during that terrible half an hour or however long it was. I was making jokes in my mind about what sort of dying animal I probably sounded like. I was joyful, crazily joyful. I haven't been able to remember the song since then either.

As I'm getting ready to go to someplace new this Christmas, I'm being reminded that even if anything does go wrong, I don't need to worry about it, because without even asking J filled me with such wonderful joy that night.

laaaaa!

much love!

~p

I love my hair.