Yesterday, Friday the 23rd, was probably the best day of my life.
You may believe in God and in His son, but there are things in your life that are too deep to even speak of. There are weeds that have made their roots and you are too afraid to pull them up. There are struggles you are too ashamed to unravel. But the thing is, if we aren't open to receiving someone's love or help, we aren't fully open to receiving Him.
"A bee in a glass jar." That is what my mom calls me. I'm everywhere, all the time. I have always been this way, jumping from one idea to the next, but my mind has been going crazy the last 8 months, jumping from thing to thing, worrying over the smallest leap and the tiniest decision because my next step determines the rest of my life, apparently (according to myself at least). And as my mind started to race & juggle the idea of my one year contract with teaching and a 2 year program to earn my teaching credential here in California, I realized something.
I'm a weirdly vulnerable & honest person. So I want to share 10 honest things about me. Here we go.
I know, I know, school is school. We need to teach our kids how to act in society, how to sit quietly, how to stop tapping their dang pencil on their desk or hitting their feet together because seriously, everyone can hear you (still learning my patience on this one), how farts in public are not and never will be appropriate, and how respect and kindness are the two things that will get you anywhere in life. But just because they need to learn those things doesn't mean that making silly faces to your friends across the room can't happen every once and awhile. It doesn't mean that a an always quiet classroom is a learning classroom. And it doesn't mean that reading, writing, speaking, math facts or problem solving have to be done sitting on your bottom with four legs on the ground.
About a month ago I had this great idea of backing up my past post, How to be Single, a Christian, & a College Graduate – All At The Same Time. Backing it up meaning- sharing with you all that the fear of being single goes away. That when people tell you it is all going to be alright, it will be. That they aren't lying. The hurt, the fear- it will disappear, you just have to give it time.
So the count down begins. And so do all the questions.
I used to brush off anything that mentioned women not feeling enough or worth it, loved or valued. I used to get frustrated with so many articles being written, so many posts created, telling women: YOU ARE ENOUGH. YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL. It frustrated me because women should know that. Women should feel loved. Women …
I have a love/hate relationship with wedding season. The part I love? Well heck- I love the love. The part that hits me where it hurts? The constant reminder that my plans weren't His plans. This past weekend I had a stinking BLAST at my friends', Alec and Morgan's wedding. This weekend was all about celebrating love …
Joy: a feeling of great pleasure and happiness. It's a funny thing that joy. It can swing as high as belly laugh or smiling until you cheeks hurt, or as low as an indescribable peace in the eye of the storm. Joy can come in the happy moments, but it also can come in the crappy moments. …