I'm not a good blogger :(

It's been almost exactly two weeks since I wrote anything on here. Maybe it's because I'm too private... nope, not a problem of mine. Maybe it's because I've been too busy... again, not a problem of mine. Maybe it's because I'm just a slacker... um, I'll go with that one. Feel free to skip this post, for I am sure it won't be that entertaining.

Joel came down last weekend. It was pretty amazing to see him again. It was also proof that I worry about things for no reason. We went to the game on Saturday, but I got bored (imagine that) and hungry and wanted to leave. I am not upset about missing that blow-out, for sure. The rest of the time was pretty typical. Dinner. More football at Whitney's. Church. However, I must say this, I have an incredible boyfriend, and the weekend reminded me so much of how blessed I am.

This past weekend was the annual Parkway Baptist College Beach Retreat. It was fun, but it also made me see how I've changed over the past year. Maybe that's something for a different post. I'm happy to say that Kinzie, Adam, Adam, and Virginia got to come along. It was good to see them again. I'm sad to say that I didn't really participate in many activities. I got sick and chose my bed over the beach. Now several people are sick, and I'm afraid that it's because of me. I hate it when that happens.

In other news, I have officially decided that I really like The Office. It makes me laugh... a lot.

So, now I'm laying in bed trying my best not to swallow. I'm pretty sure my throat bursts into flames every time that I do. Feel free to send flowers or green tea.

Cloudy days and down time...

I feel compelled to write something, however I have nothing important to say. The past week has been nonstop in school, and I think my brain is protesting thought right now. So, I'm going to be a couch potato for a little while. I'm going to curl up with my favorite blue and yellow blanket, and whip up a meal with the Take Home Chef.

The weather is wonderful today... cloudy and almost rainy. I love it.

OH!!! And I have the best gift coming to me this weekend. :)

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"Should the Church in politically or socially trying circumstances remain covert to avoid potential eradication by forces hostile to Christianity? Or would more open confrontation with prevailing spiritual ignorance and deprivation--even if it produced Christian martyrs--be more likely to lead to evangelistic breakthroughs? Islamic fundamentalists claim that their spiritual revolution is fueled by the blood of martyrs. Is it conceivable that Christianity's failure to thrive in the Muslim world is due to the notable absence of Christian martyrs? And can the Muslim community take seriously the claims of a Church in hiding?... The question is not whether it is wise at times to keep worship and witness discreet, but rather how long this may continue before we are guilty of 'hiding our light under a bushel... The record shows that from Jerusalem and Damascus to Ephesus and Rome, the apostles were beaten, stoned, conspired against and imprisoned for their witness. Invitations were rare, and never the basis for their missions."

I'm probably a bigger pansy than anyone...

Penny for your thoughts?

Oohhhh Auburn.

This is a frivilous post...

I absolutely love away game weekends. I love being one of only a few people in my apartment complex. It's amazing.

Lucinda and I are keeping Ashley's dog, Tubby, this weekend. Now I want a dog... really. Tubby and I went on a nice walk this morning, and, I couldn't believe it, the weather was PERFECT! Every year as it starts to turn fall, I think to myself, "I don't remember what cool weather is like." I love the fall. I love when the breeze is almost cool, but not enough to give chills. I wish I could bottle it up.

I am what I am...

"But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace toward me was not in vain..." ~1 Cor. 15:10a

Forgive me for using this as procrastination, and forgive me if my love of this verse is not really contextually correct.

I read this last night and it has been stuck in my head. You see, about every 5 days (or every 5 minutes) I have an identity crisis. I'm sure I'm not alone in this. I've come to terms with the fact that as a woman I want to be beautiful. I want to be accepted just as I am. I want to be loved perfectly. However, I've not merged my head and heart together with the truth that no human can love perfectly. No human is going to make me feel complete. I know this. I know this. I know this. I also know that I have been redeemed by the perfect Son. My life is no longer my own, no matter how many times I try to take control of it. I know that no matter how many times I put my worth in other things and people, it will never ever be found there. I know this. I know this. I know this. Why can't I live it?

"By the grace of God I am what I am..." What I am is what the Lord is making me. That's more than good enough for me.

ALSO! "Do not neglect the gift you have, which was given you by prophecy when the council of elders laid their hands on you. Practice these things, devote yourself to them, so that all may see your progress." ~1 Tim. 4:14-15
Aren't you glad that we don't arrive at anything?

numero uno

It's my first post... I'm elated.

I've been reading C.S. Lewis's "The Four Loves," and I must say... I'm not quite sure that I'm intelligent enough to read his works. :) However, upon reading his words on Affection, I came across these few marvelous sentences. This is now my new favorite quote. You may not know, but I am very indecisive, therefore it's a big deal for me to make that statement. Enjoy, for you know the words are true...

"The truly wide taste in humanity will similarly find something to appreciate in the cross-section of humanity whom one has to meet every day. In my experience it is Affection that creates this taste, teaching us first to notice, then to endure, then to smile at, then to enjoy, and finally to appreciate, the people who 'happen to be there.' Made for us? Thank God, no. They are themselves, odder than you could have believed and worth far more than we guessed."