blue skies

This is the view out my new living room window. Sometimes Iowa is so beautiful that I never want to leave.

for me?

Randomly turning to Matthew 23... coincidence? I don't really think so.

quoteable

I'm not sure if you can read it but I really like this quote...

hammock

I thoroughly enjoy our new hammock. Whether I'm looking up into the trees or a beautiful starry sky, it's great. One of the perks of summer.

Levis

A man in a wood shop; he wipes his sawdust covered hands on his Levis and reaches for one of the tools hanging on the wall. After selecting the perfect one for the job he sets to work bringing art and purpose out of a dead tree. Jesus was a carpenter.

Would Jesus wear Levis? Or the opposite; why wouldn’t Jesus wear Levis? I think he would, unless there was another brand that he found more comfortable. But I really don’t think he would drop $150 on a pair of jeans. Would wearing Levis instead of a robe have made Jesus’ life any different? The Pharisee’s REALLY wouldn’t have liked him then. (They would probably just be jealous of his superior style and comfort).

I don’t think it would have made his life different, but would it make YOUR life different? Have people ever judged Jesus by what he wore? Would more people be comfortable talking to him if he wore jeans instead of a “robe”? Jeans are a universal symbol of comfort. We work, play and live in jeans.

If Jesus had been born into the world today instead of 2000 years ago, it’s a safe bet that he would wear jeans, (pleated pants would be out of the question). He might even wear jeans to church… *gasp!*

Does the idea of Jesus wearing jeans twinge a little of the conservative side within you? I hope so.

q&a

There are questioners and answerers in this world. The ones who ask all the questions hope that some day someone will be interested enough in them to ask questions of them. But sadly, all of the answerers get distracted, they forget, and they never return the favor. Thus the questioners are full of pent up answers to questions they will never be asked.

mini love story

The coffees’ poured
And frappes sipped
Pass the cards
And hold my finger tips

Little bits of you and I
Always hoping for more time
Take my heart
And always drive me home

To you I look for happiness
Play your cards close to your vest
Swing me around
Cuz dance floors are a place to fall in love

New walls hold an old life in
Delicious as some chocolate sin
Building it together
There’s only one place for it all to end… <3

shortcake

At the beginning of the summer I made this shortcake from an old recipe I found in Little Heathens by Mildred Armstrong Kalish. It was delicious! I've suddenly got the urge to make it again... if only I had strawberries.

happiness

To demand that one human being be responsible for your happiness is neither possible nor healthy. I did that to someone and it almost broke them down. I asked for too much because I needed more than they could give. That is in no way their fault, they were not designed to satisfied my deepest needs. They are more like the frosting on the cake; sweet and wonderful.

hodgepodge

I want to write but I feel like I have nothing to say... I hate that because I love writing and now that I actually have consistent internet access I cannot think of things to write about.

I could chronicle the lives of the naughty kittens that live here but they are so cute you would have to come see for yourself. I could write about my domestic experiences and how disappointing it is to ruin a batch of cookies, but that would just make you sad because now you cannot have one. I could prattle on about the books that I'm reading, but I do that enough when you see me in person. ;) I could detail my emotional highs and lows but that's what my Facebook status is for, right? I could recommend that you go see The Proposal and My Sister's Keeper, but who has money for movies? I could tell you of my longing for adventure and travel, but perhaps that would make you unsatisfied and restless as well...

No, I shall keep my own counsel and post this empty entry instead... *wink*

too much faith?

"I'm sorry for the short notice but I'm just trusting that God will provide..." wrote an acquaintance as she asked for money to go on a mission trip coming up in a few days.

Is there such a thing as too much faith? When you wait until the last moment to take responsibility that doesn't seem like faith that seems like foolishness... maybe they shouldn't blame God for their lack of preparation. hmm...

a.m.

I was up early this morning because I had to go to court. I'm not really a morning person but occasionally when I am forced to rise early I end up surprising myself by enjoying it. This morning I find myself wanting to walk through a fresh produce market, sit on a swing in the park or wander the streets taking photos... alas, instead I must go work out... but today will bring other joys. :)

blank

I'm not sure what to write about... there is simultaneously too much and not enough in my head to fill an entry. Too many personal things that I would love to pour out on to this virtual page in my moments of weakness but I know that later on I would regret sending them out into the world alone and unprotected.

And the little things which I would write about might be amusing but in the end if we spend all our time amusing each other and never spilling anything authentic about ourselves then where have we gotten...? Nowhere.

So I will give you one of each, my friends.

Lonliness is more often a choice than a circumstance. And reigning in your temper may feel like you are stifling your passion but in the end everyone will be happier - if not wiser... maybe.

When I bring home books from the library I feel like my bag is full of treasure.

count down

1 day until I can see fireworks
2 days until my best friend comes to visit
5 days until I go to court
6 days until I can attend a church I do not despise
9 days until I am an Elf once more
17 days until I see my brother!!!!
18 days until I leave for New York City
30 days until I leave for Denver
45 (ish) days until I move into my new apartment
51 days until everyone comes back to Joplin

My life has always been and always will be a series of lists. I like it that way.