Since no one could think of any shoe ideas for my dress, I did a little research of my own. What do you think?
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Fashion Advice
Two things:
1) Isn't my sister cute?
2) I bought some gray footless leggings to go with that dress I'm wearing. (Don't worry, I'll wear something underneath it since it's so low-cut. I had my swimsuit under it here.) But what color of shoes should I wear? HELP!
Friday, September 07, 2007
the bright side
Having company in town is . . a lot more fun than not having company in town. It feels like being on vacation. Only I can’t afford to be on vacation. In fact, I can’t afford to buy myself a new song on iTunes. Yes, that’s right – I don’t even have a dollar to spare. This month has just plain SUCKED financially. Remember how beautifully I was doing? Not buying myself anything for six long and painful weeks? Well, I did break the streak. I spent a full thirty dollars on a shirt this month. Everything else I wrote checks for was an unpleasant surprise. Surprise!-your car got towed. Surprise!-your claims haven’t gone through, so we won’t refund the money you paid us that you didn’t have to pay us in the first place but we asked you to anyway. Surprise!-you owe the state of Virginia more money. Surprise!-sort of-you have to register your car. I feel like I’ve already mentioned all of this in a previous post, so sorry to be repetitive.
The bright side in all of this is that my month starts in the middle of the month, so I only have nine more days of nail-biting (but let’s be honest, I always do that) and toast-eating (it’s actually quite yummy with jelly or Nutella). And the blessing in the bright side is that my friend has been so generous while she’s been staying with me, and we’ve enjoyed two very delicious meals out already with more fun plans in store. I really am speechless-ly grateful.
The point in all this is that although I’ve been staring at a big fat zero in my checking account, I’ve still had a wonderful month. My former youth group leader visited, and we spent a day at the beach. Mom’s visit meant food and shopping and quality time. Out-of-town Boy visited and took me to dinner. And now Alabama Girl is here and we’ve been having a wonderful time together with lots of laughs.
God is good.
The last few days have involved:
- very delicious Mexican food at Cab@na’s on the Waterfront
- melt-in-your-mouth brownies homemade by us
- walking around the shops in G-town
- homemade hot wings, white rice and a glass of Pinot (thanks to my roomie Lyn, the best cook ever!)
- bathroom talk and other candid conversation
- Chinese dinner where I picked my tilapia straight out of the fish tank and struggled to use my chopsticks properly
- College football on tv (We used to have all-day football Saturdays when living in the same city.)
Tonight we’re heading to B-more to watch the Orioles play the Red Sox. And although I live a full two miles from downtown D.C., we’re staying in a hotel this weekend to escape my full house. Fun times ahead!
Have a good weekend everyone!
Thursday, September 06, 2007
feeling popular
Wow, my fabulous love life is getting confusing. Typical. Ha!-obviously I'm completely joking. But I thought I'd provide a little clarification on the odd amount of attention I've been receiving lately since I haven't been providing any specifics.
We have Out-of-Town Boy who sent the mystery flowers, was visiting D.C. last weekend, took me to dinner and watched the game at the pub with me.
We have Local Boy who I've gone out with three times. Same guy I ate the silica in front of. Same guy that took me to the baseball game.
And we have Boat Boy, one of the guys I go boating with that occasionally calls for no reason and wants to take me to dinner this week.
Out-of-Town Boy is the punster, the one that I enjoy least, the one that seems to have been the most persistent - go figure.
Local Boy is fun, considerate, I like him, but . . not so sure.
Boat Boy is funny, fun and owns a boat. Do I even need more in a guy? But seriously, I'm not attracted to him. And most importantly, he doesn't love Jesus.
So there's the scoop. Bottom line: I'm probably going to be single for awhile.
We have Out-of-Town Boy who sent the mystery flowers, was visiting D.C. last weekend, took me to dinner and watched the game at the pub with me.
We have Local Boy who I've gone out with three times. Same guy I ate the silica in front of. Same guy that took me to the baseball game.
And we have Boat Boy, one of the guys I go boating with that occasionally calls for no reason and wants to take me to dinner this week.
Out-of-Town Boy is the punster, the one that I enjoy least, the one that seems to have been the most persistent - go figure.
Local Boy is fun, considerate, I like him, but . . not so sure.
Boat Boy is funny, fun and owns a boat. Do I even need more in a guy? But seriously, I'm not attracted to him. And most importantly, he doesn't love Jesus.
So there's the scoop. Bottom line: I'm probably going to be single for awhile.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
my Labor Day
Not only did the Boy get us great seats at the Nats game, he took me to dinner on the Waterfront, ordered me fried calamari even though he doesn't like it much, and let me watch football on his huge flat screen. Best part of the night? Dancing in his living room to Justin Timberlake's live concert . . well, me more than him. Can someone say comfortable?
Sunday, September 02, 2007
change of plans
Could you sense the negativity in my 'Beaches' post? Being the positive person that I am, I took it as a good indication that I shouldn't go to the beach this weekend. I just didn't have a peace about it. And whenever a feeling of unease overpowers my love of all things fun in life, I know that I best be going with my gut. It still doesn't make a whole lotta sense to me, but I know that staying home was the right thing to do, and I haven't regretted it for a second.
Boy that sent the mystery flowers and lives out of town happened to be in town this weekend, and I decided the nice thing to do would be to . . let him take me out to dinner. Er, I mean hang out with him. Honestly, I didn't realize the night would consist of scrumptious baked and tender halibut served over a moist polenta cake topped with vegetable salsa . . or that it would be followed by a warm chocolate macadamia nut waffle next to a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream drizzled with chocolate and caramel. Otherwise, I would've been way more excited about it. The more chances I give this boy to win me over with some aspect of his personality, the more I am annoyed by his silly puns and quirky habits. I feel mean saying that, but can I be honest on my own blog? He is such a nice guy, but there is absolutely nothing that would lead me to believe that we would be a good match. And for that reason I made a specific effort to explain in great detail why I would not want to move back to my home state (even though I love love love it).
I took him back to his hotel at a relatively early hour, but not before he asked if he could watch the Nebraska game with me on Saturday at the glorious pub near Union Station. I said 'of course' only partially hesitant. I don't mind having his company, and I'd made perfectly clear my non-interest so no harm in having him tag along.
The next day, donned in red, I awaited his call to let me know he was ready. He'd had to pick up his new 'toy' several miles away. The word that would best describe the way I was feeling after getting his call is: angry. Or rather irritated, I suppose. We were going to be late. I chose immediately to pick up a bad attitude and phone my mother to vent. "Gah!! Mom! I am so irritated!! Now we are going to be really late and there won't be anywhere to sit!!", I said as I pulled my car up to his truck and tensed my muscles in frustration. Suddenly, the large styrofoam cup full of fruit smoothie and sandwiched between my legs broke open and my healthy lunch began oozing out the side and into my crotch. I screamed, hung up the phone and endured his laughter as he saw what had happened. Exactly what I deserved for being in such a sour mood.
I was right about not finding a place to sit. Although it was a holiday weekend and we were up against an unranked team, the die-hard Husker fans were there and just as pumped as I was for the season to start. At least 300 people filled the four rooms displaying nothing but the Nebraska game on the big screens. I met a rowdy crowd near the bar and became the victim in their celebratory human push-ups display in the middle of Mass Ave. I didn't realize I'd be thrown into the air thirty-five times when I agreed to step outside. We dominated Nevada of course and when the game was over, my appetite for football was still not satisfied. So the boy and I grabbed some burgers and fries from F!ve Guys and watched the Cal game back at my apartment.
Today I am more aware of the fact that my friends are on the beach while I've been sitting here in my pajamas for the past three hours. But I'm excited for a low-key day of church, the pool and who knows what else. And tomorrow I've got plans with another boy to see the Nats play. I guess it's nice to not always be so busy.
Boy that sent the mystery flowers and lives out of town happened to be in town this weekend, and I decided the nice thing to do would be to . . let him take me out to dinner. Er, I mean hang out with him. Honestly, I didn't realize the night would consist of scrumptious baked and tender halibut served over a moist polenta cake topped with vegetable salsa . . or that it would be followed by a warm chocolate macadamia nut waffle next to a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream drizzled with chocolate and caramel. Otherwise, I would've been way more excited about it. The more chances I give this boy to win me over with some aspect of his personality, the more I am annoyed by his silly puns and quirky habits. I feel mean saying that, but can I be honest on my own blog? He is such a nice guy, but there is absolutely nothing that would lead me to believe that we would be a good match. And for that reason I made a specific effort to explain in great detail why I would not want to move back to my home state (even though I love love love it).
I took him back to his hotel at a relatively early hour, but not before he asked if he could watch the Nebraska game with me on Saturday at the glorious pub near Union Station. I said 'of course' only partially hesitant. I don't mind having his company, and I'd made perfectly clear my non-interest so no harm in having him tag along.
The next day, donned in red, I awaited his call to let me know he was ready. He'd had to pick up his new 'toy' several miles away. The word that would best describe the way I was feeling after getting his call is: angry. Or rather irritated, I suppose. We were going to be late. I chose immediately to pick up a bad attitude and phone my mother to vent. "Gah!! Mom! I am so irritated!! Now we are going to be really late and there won't be anywhere to sit!!", I said as I pulled my car up to his truck and tensed my muscles in frustration. Suddenly, the large styrofoam cup full of fruit smoothie and sandwiched between my legs broke open and my healthy lunch began oozing out the side and into my crotch. I screamed, hung up the phone and endured his laughter as he saw what had happened. Exactly what I deserved for being in such a sour mood.
I was right about not finding a place to sit. Although it was a holiday weekend and we were up against an unranked team, the die-hard Husker fans were there and just as pumped as I was for the season to start. At least 300 people filled the four rooms displaying nothing but the Nebraska game on the big screens. I met a rowdy crowd near the bar and became the victim in their celebratory human push-ups display in the middle of Mass Ave. I didn't realize I'd be thrown into the air thirty-five times when I agreed to step outside. We dominated Nevada of course and when the game was over, my appetite for football was still not satisfied. So the boy and I grabbed some burgers and fries from F!ve Guys and watched the Cal game back at my apartment.
Today I am more aware of the fact that my friends are on the beach while I've been sitting here in my pajamas for the past three hours. But I'm excited for a low-key day of church, the pool and who knows what else. And tomorrow I've got plans with another boy to see the Nats play. I guess it's nice to not always be so busy.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Beaches
It was only two weeks ago that I was on Virginia Beach with two friends and my former church youth group leader (who also happens to be my friends' former 6th grade teacher).
We stayed the night together and woke up bright and early at 5:30am to leave for the beach . . only to discover my car had been towed. (Apparently you need a permit to park in visitor parking.) A couple phone calls and a hundred dollars later, I had my car back and we were on our way. Fortunately the bad start to the day wasn't any indication of what the rest of the trip would be like.
Although it took us over five hours to drive a distance that should've taken three, it was well worth it. The weather was perfect and the company was too. We had a lot of laughs and thanks to one of the girls, we stayed the night in a nice hotel.
It was great to get away, even for a short time. And although I hadn't spent a significant amount of time with my youth leader in years, it was easy to pick up right where we left off. I hope we made her trip out to the East Coast fun and memorable. I know it was for me.
And here I am, only two weeks later, heading to the beach again. This time, the Jersey Shore again. I'm looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time. While I love my friends and know we'll have fun, I know it will take double the time to drive there tomorrow and on the way back.
This weekend, the Huskers kick off the season at home against Nevada. I know I'll want to watch the game, but it will really take away from my hours in the sun. And I'm sure I'll be watching it alone. On top of that, the boys called and said they're taking the boat out on L@ke Anna this weekend. I honestly would rather ski than lay on the beach. But I decided to go to the Shore and there's no turning back. I don't know why I'm not excited, but I hope it's not a foreshadowing of what's to come.
We stayed the night together and woke up bright and early at 5:30am to leave for the beach . . only to discover my car had been towed. (Apparently you need a permit to park in visitor parking.) A couple phone calls and a hundred dollars later, I had my car back and we were on our way. Fortunately the bad start to the day wasn't any indication of what the rest of the trip would be like.
Although it took us over five hours to drive a distance that should've taken three, it was well worth it. The weather was perfect and the company was too. We had a lot of laughs and thanks to one of the girls, we stayed the night in a nice hotel.
It was great to get away, even for a short time. And although I hadn't spent a significant amount of time with my youth leader in years, it was easy to pick up right where we left off. I hope we made her trip out to the East Coast fun and memorable. I know it was for me.
And here I am, only two weeks later, heading to the beach again. This time, the Jersey Shore again. I'm looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time. While I love my friends and know we'll have fun, I know it will take double the time to drive there tomorrow and on the way back.
This weekend, the Huskers kick off the season at home against Nevada. I know I'll want to watch the game, but it will really take away from my hours in the sun. And I'm sure I'll be watching it alone. On top of that, the boys called and said they're taking the boat out on L@ke Anna this weekend. I honestly would rather ski than lay on the beach. But I decided to go to the Shore and there's no turning back. I don't know why I'm not excited, but I hope it's not a foreshadowing of what's to come.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
mommy visit
Mom was just here for five days. And she was probably ready to go after several nights on the air mattress and me force-feeding her expensive food, or rather forcing her to pay for it. Not to mention the fact that I nearly got us dehydrated because of my brilliant idea to take the scenic route on our walk. Five to six miles in 95 degree weather with 75 percent humidity, no water, no money, no cell phone. It was only at the halfway mark that our tongues were hanging out of our mouths and we collapsed under the shade of a tree, our hearts pounding and our heads slightly spinning. I had failed to mention to her just how long the scenic route was. It was my stealth attempt at getting us some exercise. It was also the first time I walked into an ice cream shop and only asked for water. We finally hailed a cab, and I ran upstairs for money when he dropped us off. Another one of those times where I just want to look at myself in the mirror and say . . “Idiot!”
Other than eating and nearly dying, we spent some time cooking, baking and shopping. I finally replaced the Citizens that were stolen from my laundry room months ago! And if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that it has to be a sin to spend that much on a pair of jeans. But what a sweet sin it is. Thanks Mom!
Sunday was Cousin J’s 35th birthday. Back in Nebraska, our families would celebrate the four August birthdays together each year. Cousin J, Cousin Joy, Dad, and me. (In fact, two years ago I wrote about J being in town to celebrate here.) Grandma would make angel food cake with homemade frosting every time. So in order to bring a little home to J on his birthday, Mom and I made the cake with frosting for him. The smile on his face was priceless. He even asked if he could keep the rest of the cake after we’d each had a piece with our Haagen-Dazs. He and his wife, K, gave me my belated gift – a cute little Longchamp pouch, perfect for make-up and other things I don’t want floating around in my purse. It was a fun night just being with them, eating cheeseburgers and corn & couscous, playing with Walker, and holding the baby.
I was sad to see mom go, but I hope she enjoyed her time here, finally seeing where I live, seeing where I work, meeting several of my friends and . . even eating at my favorite restaurants.
Next up is Dad, since I wouldn’t allow him to come along with Mom. After all, two visits are better than one!
Other than eating and nearly dying, we spent some time cooking, baking and shopping. I finally replaced the Citizens that were stolen from my laundry room months ago! And if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that it has to be a sin to spend that much on a pair of jeans. But what a sweet sin it is. Thanks Mom!
Sunday was Cousin J’s 35th birthday. Back in Nebraska, our families would celebrate the four August birthdays together each year. Cousin J, Cousin Joy, Dad, and me. (In fact, two years ago I wrote about J being in town to celebrate here.) Grandma would make angel food cake with homemade frosting every time. So in order to bring a little home to J on his birthday, Mom and I made the cake with frosting for him. The smile on his face was priceless. He even asked if he could keep the rest of the cake after we’d each had a piece with our Haagen-Dazs. He and his wife, K, gave me my belated gift – a cute little Longchamp pouch, perfect for make-up and other things I don’t want floating around in my purse. It was a fun night just being with them, eating cheeseburgers and corn & couscous, playing with Walker, and holding the baby.
I was sad to see mom go, but I hope she enjoyed her time here, finally seeing where I live, seeing where I work, meeting several of my friends and . . even eating at my favorite restaurants.
Next up is Dad, since I wouldn’t allow him to come along with Mom. After all, two visits are better than one!
Saturday, August 25, 2007
frame of mind
It was the picture frame. But actually, it wasn't even a picture frame. It was a mirror. A mirror with a wooden frame of black swirlies and . . I just can't do it justice. It was lovely. And it put me in a bad mood.
Why? Because I couldn't buy it. At least I didn't feel right about buying it. Not with that last medical bill I have to pay. And that letter from the Commonwealth of Virginia saying I owe them more money for taxes. (They're wrong, by the way. And hopefully my accountant can prove it.)
I've gone six and a half weeks (but who's counting?) without buying myself a single, solitary thing. Except the Harry Potter book when I was delayed at the airport. But that doesn't count, because what was I supposed to do? Sit there and do nothing for four hours? I'm sure that six weeks doesn't sound like a long time to some, but it's quite a milestone for me. Makes me feel like my self-control is off the charts.
I didn't even have a place to put the mirror. And I think that's what made me sad. Not the not buying. The not needing. The not having a cozy place to decorate. Sometimes it gets to me. I'm 26 and I feel like I live in a huge dorm room. It's not just that I don't have the funds to decorate right now. It doesn't make any sense to. Why invest in something temporary?
I think I wanted the mirror to make me forget about the temporary. It would remind me that someday I'll have a place to decorate. Something to invest in. And it will be lovely.
Why? Because I couldn't buy it. At least I didn't feel right about buying it. Not with that last medical bill I have to pay. And that letter from the Commonwealth of Virginia saying I owe them more money for taxes. (They're wrong, by the way. And hopefully my accountant can prove it.)
I've gone six and a half weeks (but who's counting?) without buying myself a single, solitary thing. Except the Harry Potter book when I was delayed at the airport. But that doesn't count, because what was I supposed to do? Sit there and do nothing for four hours? I'm sure that six weeks doesn't sound like a long time to some, but it's quite a milestone for me. Makes me feel like my self-control is off the charts.
I didn't even have a place to put the mirror. And I think that's what made me sad. Not the not buying. The not needing. The not having a cozy place to decorate. Sometimes it gets to me. I'm 26 and I feel like I live in a huge dorm room. It's not just that I don't have the funds to decorate right now. It doesn't make any sense to. Why invest in something temporary?
I think I wanted the mirror to make me forget about the temporary. It would remind me that someday I'll have a place to decorate. Something to invest in. And it will be lovely.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
hideous
I'm trying to fix the ugliness of this page ASAP.
For those of you who care - basically what happened is that the template I was previously using became unavailable somehow. It was linked to a URL.
I will miss that template. Our time together was too short.
I only hope I don't scare you all away with the boring blue!
For those of you who care - basically what happened is that the template I was previously using became unavailable somehow. It was linked to a URL.
I will miss that template. Our time together was too short.
I only hope I don't scare you all away with the boring blue!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
instant messages
Co-worker: L, this is what happened in song of Solomon. She was NOT all about him at first. he had to keep going after her. if it would KILL you (and that's TOTALLY fair - i've been there) to have him pursue you, then you're right, you can't do it. But if you think that you could stand it, i would let it happen a little bit.
Me: oh man
Co-worker: lol, i love NOT being the one to make decision
Me: oh man
Co-worker: lol, i love NOT being the one to make decision
Monday, August 20, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Over Halfway to Fifty
Once again, pleasantly surprised on my birthday. I want to give a shout out to all the Facebook commenters. Thanks for reading your sidebar yesterday and taking the time to click on my name and wish me a happy birthday. Seriously. Reading comments is much more fun than working.
My first birthday wish was a text from Cousin Joy, whose 22nd birthday happens to be today. We used to celebrate our birthdays together, and I wish this year could’ve been the same. There would have been a lot more chocolate involved, that’s for sure.
My old bedroommate and birthday-sharer, EB, gave me a call bright and early and we wished each other a “Happy Best Day of the Year”.
I had a big lunch with two co-worker friends at the Daily Grill. Chicken parmesan and cheesecake in strawberry sauce. It was a gazillion times tastier than it sounds. And it was free which makes it even more delicious and enjoyable.
Birthday calls from people I love and two boys I don’t like like that. This is when the “I’m working” excuse comes in real handy.
I received one gift in the mail from Anonymous. Two bouquets of irises. The note read “Hope you have a Happy Birthday!!!” Thank you Whoever You Are. I can probably count on one and half hands the number of times I’ve been given flowers, so I was pretty delighted. I’ll be lucky if I can keep them alive for a week, but I’ll do my very best. I carefully followed steps 1-4 on the plant food package so I think I’m off to a good start.
All three of my roommates left cards on my pillow. One with a gift certificate to my favorite Mediterranean mezze place. Lyn, the newest roomie, told me the last two weeks have been better than the previous nine months for her. I think hearing that was better than the gift certificate. Words better than food. Never thought I’d say that.
Not only did Lyn give me a hilarious card with nice words, she made me a crepe cake! Layers of crepes with nutella and cream sandwiched between each one. She is awesome!
I went to dinner with five girlfriends, the old Bible study girls. A couple I hadn’t seen all summer due to traveling and crazy work schedules. We sat on the deck of Indigo Landing, right on the Potomac next to the marina. The food was Southern-ish, but pretty random. I ordered the roasted chicken and asparagus with a pimento cheese fondue-stuffed charlotte. Don’t even pretend like you know what that is. I didn’t. I’ve found that if I’ve no idea what I’m ordering, it’s bound to be delicious. And it was just as pretty as it was tasty. My dessert was the banana pudding. And it was actually done right – with fresh bananas and warm meringue on top!
My friends are so cute. Bruin Girl asked me tons of questions about my birth story and favorite birthday memories growing up. And Kentucky gave me an adorable polka dot umbrella from Crate and Barrel. Apparently the host thought they were cute, too. When I arrived, he asked me if we were all models. Have you ever seen a model that was 5 foot 2?
I haven’t, but I know a girl that height that had a really nice birthday yesterday.
My first birthday wish was a text from Cousin Joy, whose 22nd birthday happens to be today. We used to celebrate our birthdays together, and I wish this year could’ve been the same. There would have been a lot more chocolate involved, that’s for sure.
My old bedroommate and birthday-sharer, EB, gave me a call bright and early and we wished each other a “Happy Best Day of the Year”.
I had a big lunch with two co-worker friends at the Daily Grill. Chicken parmesan and cheesecake in strawberry sauce. It was a gazillion times tastier than it sounds. And it was free which makes it even more delicious and enjoyable.
Birthday calls from people I love and two boys I don’t like like that. This is when the “I’m working” excuse comes in real handy.
I received one gift in the mail from Anonymous. Two bouquets of irises. The note read “Hope you have a Happy Birthday!!!” Thank you Whoever You Are. I can probably count on one and half hands the number of times I’ve been given flowers, so I was pretty delighted. I’ll be lucky if I can keep them alive for a week, but I’ll do my very best. I carefully followed steps 1-4 on the plant food package so I think I’m off to a good start.
All three of my roommates left cards on my pillow. One with a gift certificate to my favorite Mediterranean mezze place. Lyn, the newest roomie, told me the last two weeks have been better than the previous nine months for her. I think hearing that was better than the gift certificate. Words better than food. Never thought I’d say that.
Not only did Lyn give me a hilarious card with nice words, she made me a crepe cake! Layers of crepes with nutella and cream sandwiched between each one. She is awesome!
I went to dinner with five girlfriends, the old Bible study girls. A couple I hadn’t seen all summer due to traveling and crazy work schedules. We sat on the deck of Indigo Landing, right on the Potomac next to the marina. The food was Southern-ish, but pretty random. I ordered the roasted chicken and asparagus with a pimento cheese fondue-stuffed charlotte. Don’t even pretend like you know what that is. I didn’t. I’ve found that if I’ve no idea what I’m ordering, it’s bound to be delicious. And it was just as pretty as it was tasty. My dessert was the banana pudding. And it was actually done right – with fresh bananas and warm meringue on top!
My friends are so cute. Bruin Girl asked me tons of questions about my birth story and favorite birthday memories growing up. And Kentucky gave me an adorable polka dot umbrella from Crate and Barrel. Apparently the host thought they were cute, too. When I arrived, he asked me if we were all models. Have you ever seen a model that was 5 foot 2?
I haven’t, but I know a girl that height that had a really nice birthday yesterday.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Twenty-Six
"I don't know what the future holds
Or what lies beyond my horizon
The years ahead are just out of sight
Well I think sometimes that You hide them
So that I walk by faith, not sight
So that I take Your hand, holding tight
Through twenty-six summers and twenty-six winters
I've laughed in the springtime, I've cried in the rain
Though I've questioned the meaning in some of life's seasons, it's true
They've left me holding on tighter to You
My one desire for the road ahead
Is that we would walk it together
Friend and King, You're my everything
May I stay by Your side forever
For when my heart's afraid, You're near
Whispering to my soul "Don't fear"
I will trust in You alone
For You're the hand leading me home
I've spent twenty-six summers and twenty-six winters with You
Through all of the seasons and my search for reasons
You've carried me through
I will keep holding on to You"
-Vicky Beeching, Painting the Invisible
Or what lies beyond my horizon
The years ahead are just out of sight
Well I think sometimes that You hide them
So that I walk by faith, not sight
So that I take Your hand, holding tight
Through twenty-six summers and twenty-six winters
I've laughed in the springtime, I've cried in the rain
Though I've questioned the meaning in some of life's seasons, it's true
They've left me holding on tighter to You
My one desire for the road ahead
Is that we would walk it together
Friend and King, You're my everything
May I stay by Your side forever
For when my heart's afraid, You're near
Whispering to my soul "Don't fear"
I will trust in You alone
For You're the hand leading me home
I've spent twenty-six summers and twenty-six winters with You
Through all of the seasons and my search for reasons
You've carried me through
I will keep holding on to You"
-Vicky Beeching, Painting the Invisible
Friday, August 10, 2007
Lyn
So my new bedroommate. She is great. And how did I stumble across a great roommate who happened to also be a total stranger? GOD PROVIDES. I’m really trying to drive that point home – is it working? Hey, a truth like that just never gets old.
First of all, my roommate is sweet as can be (in part because she knows Jesus). Second, she is clean. Third, she thinks I’m funny. Fourth, she likes Nacho Libre.
What more could I ask for?
First of all, my roommate is sweet as can be (in part because she knows Jesus). Second, she is clean. Third, she thinks I’m funny. Fourth, she likes Nacho Libre.
What more could I ask for?
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Lullaby
Forget "Twinkle Twinkle" . . Michael needs a little hip hop in her life. Does anyone recognize this despite my weak attempt at singing?
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