Ways I've enjoyed God lately... ...afternoon naps to the Sounds of Silence on Vinyl ...prayerful/tearful times with my mom about what's ahead ...getting loads of sleep ...radio silence, even when its not my favorite thing ...being totally and completely blessed in travel preparations, especially financially ...Jenna calling me on the phone and chatting with me ...the pink clouds at dinner ...chipotle blackened chicken wraps paired perfectly with I.P.A. ...finding olive green soft pants that make my legs feel like they're wearing clouds "Enjoy Me." Just these two words He spoke changed my life.
What a burden I thought I was to carry - a crucifix, as did He. Love once said to me, "I know a song, Would you like to hear it?" And laughter came from every brick in the street. And from every pore in the sky. After a night of prayer, He changed my life when He sang, "Enjoy Me." [St. Teresa of Avila]
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Too, too, too many blessings of friendship this year. Here are some of my favorite memories from these incredible friendships I have. [Hint: click on the picture to read about the great times I had with these people]
To the mother of these three largeish redheads... This weekend. It was a good one. Filled with sunshine and baby cousins and sunburn and really good food and fro yo and two weeks notice and lots of tears and good books and too much packing and letter writing and brothers playing quelf and car rides and cooking and absolutely no fighting except the physical kind. Hope it was a good one, mama Z. fiery grey memoriesmy firey red hair When unexpected things come into this world, into my life, they have a tendency to shake me. A troubled relationship, the anxiety of transition, the fear of the unknown, building and growing like a dark rolling thundercloud streaming towards today. But I know that being shaken does not mean being uprooted. Being stirred does not mean being torn from my ground. For I am rooted firmly in the truth, the love, and the surpassing grace of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. "Fear no more the heat o' the sun; for the shock of Lady Brutin asking Richard to lunch without her made the moment in which she had stood shiver, as a plant on the river-bed feels the shock of a passing oar and shivers: so she rocked: so she shivered." -Mrs. Dalloway
Tuesday mornings are my favorite because I love the beauty of a routine. Of everything being right and regular, I just find such joy in the simplicity of a morning routine.
On Tuesdays, I wake up at 7am and I get out of bed at 7:09. I put on my suit and the same grey hoodie and walk to the pool. I always get locker 508. The same lifeguard greets me every morning and usually 2 other swimmers are there with me. I always grab the shower on the end and hang my towel on the left. Every step of getting ready is predictable, like clockwork. In the caf, I get hard boiled eggs with hot sauce, oatmeal with yogurt and banana, and half of a grapefruit. I grab a bran muffin to go if they have them. I spend a bit of time in my room with Jesus, before saying goodbye to my roommate and walking to the bus, which takes me downtown for coffee at acoustic and time spent talking with God and Carey. My Tuesday routines are precious to me, I value the normalcy of these mornings, to me the word "normal" almost doesn't even apply to the rare beauty I find in such a routine. Sometimes I wonder if I would be willing to interrupt my routine if God had something better in store for me. |
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I'm guessing I'll have it all figured out by the time I turn 30.
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