New Year!

It's a new year!
Somehow I've let it slip by.
I need to work on some goals for the year.
Writing them down is half of accomplishing them, I hear.

I am truly in process of being shaped into a different human being. I hope in the best way possible. New things, new places, new people, will do that to you.

It's a fabulous thing, Life is, and I want to be full of it. Of Him.

Here's to a new start, new mercies every morning!
Glory.

New Life, part one

Mmmk. So many have asked me to keep them updated on this move that I think I should have a running editorial on life in Birmingham. But, alas, I don't know if a blog is the way, or an email...or a letter typed and mailed...wow. It is about to POUR. I just saw the lightning through my window along with some rumbling thunder.

I need to think in not such a public forum, perhaps. So more to come later.

Watering

Starting a new life is weird. How will I find the post office? What do people in offices actually DO all day? I suppose I will find out.

I'm looking at my soupy cereal right now, and all the granola and flaxseed has blown up. The milk is slightly blueberry-colored. My room is a wreck. In the name of moving, of course.

This should be a new beginning in all respects. I will somehow find a way to exercise, or dance, frequently. I will abstain from shopping and eating out far too much. I will always be on time, always wash my face, and always be excited to wake up in the morning. You know, they say that writing down goals makes them more likely to happen...well. Somehow these goals seem much less likely now that I read them written out. And this proverbial "They"...who are They? What do They know, anyway.

Maybe I can pull out my black tights with multi-colored hearts on them this fall. Is that acceptable office attire? Is this what my college education has boiled down to? What can I wear to work? Surely not. I know it's not. But it certainly feels like it.

Waiting seems to be the theme of the season. What seems like useless waiting. I guess we all have to wait. It just looks different for some people than others.

So while I wait, I will get sheets and towels for little ones to use across the ocean. I will make pictures and write notes just because. I will enjoy the moments I have and with the people I have them with. What is that saying?...I will bloom where I'm planted.

whoever brings blessing will be enriched, and one who waters will himself be watered.
proverbs 11:25

Your Love Never Fails

Really. It doesn't.

Jim and Pam are great.

Instead of perhaps studying more thoroughly for my exam tomorrow, I sat and watched deleted scenes from the office with my roommates. How could I resist? They all are so happy and it looks like so much fun...
Really, that's about all I have. I was trying to think of a funny story, but...nothing.
The difference one hour can make is amazing. Exhibit A: I could have gone to sleep an hour ago and been tired, yes, but good in the morning squeezing into my tights and leotard for the 2nd time this week. But. Here I am, an hour later, and the likelihood of me feeling like I got run over by a truck as I roll out of bed and, soon after, warm up for plie, releve, retire, is much greater. So. Before it becomes another hour, I am off.

You'll Come

What a wonderful song. I declare that He will come. In all the craziness of school and family and life, He will come. I just want Him in all His fullness. I had to think about what Solomon was asked...what would I want, if I could have anything? And after thinking about it for a little while, I think that is what I would say. The Lord Almighty in His fullness. Jesus. Daddy. Savior. Spirit. If I could have that, I would lack nothing. I want it--Him--to come into my life with that fullness. It is from the fullness of His grace that I receive blessing after blessing. Or another way to look at it...from His fullness, I receive grace upon grace. Beautiful. His love. Compassion. Broken heart. Wisdom. Grace. Forgiveness. All in Him. Jesus...You will come. Surely as the sun rises...
Let Your glory fall as You respond to us.
Spirit reign.
Flood into our thirsty hearts again...

Chains be broken!
Lives be healed.
Eyes be opened.
Christ is revealed.

The Sounds of My Day

Buzz-Buzz, Buzz-Buzz. [Vibrating alarm]

Creak. [Back into bed, ignoring alarm]

Dang it. [Overslept. Bad.]

Hallelujah Chorus. [Trish gives me water and a ride to class]

Omph! [Falling into my seat climbing over my fellow classmates. Auditorium style.]

Overstating Ending Inventory, LCM Wah, Wah, Wah...[Accounting]

'I think elderly people should have the right to be sexually active if they choose...' [Controversy 9. When do we make judgement calls for elders?]

YES. [Dad overestimated deposit to my account]

OOh! [Tripping directly in front of men smoking on way home]

Squeak-Squeak, Squeak-Squeak. [Anti-fungal foot powder+Chaco flipflops= endless noise once powder has dissolved]

Belch...Well S%*t Jim...[Construction workers on walk home. Liberty taken--his name may have been John.]

Creeepy...[Other construction worker watching me walk through a window...for the second time...]

S**t. [Upon discovering no one is home and I don't have my keys]

Double S**t. [Upon discovering next door is locked also. Just being honest...]

Creeeaak...[Ceej opens her door!]

Hooray! [I remember we have a spare key!]

I wonder...[Package on doorstep for me. Am I a bridesmaid?]

Aw! [Indeed I am.]

Boo...[I now will study the rest of the day]

The End.