girl shirt

Didn't know what to title it. I'm wearing a girl shirt today. :)

Very stressful week. But instead of focusing on the bad things, I'm going to make a list of things I'm thankful for this week.

1. good talk with Joan yesterday :) (I really appreciate her friendship.)

2. good talk with Emily over dinner.

3. Swing dancing was SO much fun!!

4. my craft of poetry class and professor.

5. I know three people in my contemporary poetry class.

6. I had a good spontaneous conversation at lunch on Weds.

7. I had a good conversation today at lunch with an acquaintance I hadn't seen in a while.

8. Spanish isn't as hard as I thought it would be.

9. God knows what He's doing. I'm SO glad I don't have to worry about this on my own.

10. finding the some of my favorite music on itunes. (and listening to it like it's my job :) )

11. a few hours of quiet on Thursday

12. the promises found in psalm 37 verses 5 through 7

13. the snow!

14. walking in the snow with Lara

15. eating more healthy than I did last semester.

16. my good friends and family who listen to my problems with kindness and patience.

17. french braids

18. that J is patient and His overwhelming love.

19. I know I already said swing dancing was fun, but I want to emphasize that I GOT TO DANCE! I LOVE TO DANCE! :)

20. that joy is a choice, and action, not a feeling.

So there you have it. I don't want to complain. It's friday. I have something to do tonight. Sunday is my birthday. No school on Monday. G is up to something... I don't know what... but definitely something. Ok I should rephrase that. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HE IS DOING AND IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY! But it's ok. There's a song by Sanctus Real called Something Heavenly. Kinda how I feel. G and my heart are working together and my brain feels very left out. But it's ok. He's in control. He knows what He's doing. I have great friends and a wonderful family and my G loves me very much. I need to remember it.

I hope you have a glorious day whenever you read this!

Love!

Mutemath- You are mine

Everyone has their obsession

consuming thoughts consuming time

they hold high their prize possession

that defines the meaning of their life

You are mine

You are mine, You are mine...

Found this song this morning.

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.