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Showing posts with label Just For Fun. Show all posts
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Monday, June 8, 2015
Wordless Week
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Day
In which are musings to change the way we think of day.
Just.
Think about it.
In the morning, it's kind of all slow and foggy and still a little dark. Things are cool and fresh and smell like coffee shops and sound like birds just starting to chirp. We listen to different music than we do at night. Your mood in the morning? It's not going to happen at any other time of the day.
But by the time night comes around, our senses are fully alive. We are ready to wrap up a day that was a roller coaster of life and food and conversations. It was full of boring moments. Sad moments. Hysterical laughter. Impatience. Frustration.
We may have just interacted with a surprisingly large amount of people as this day went on. We probably impacted even more people than we will ever know.
So all the sudden, only hours later, we are in a completely different world than we were in hours before. And in a few hours, it will start all over again. Some days are a long journey, a day that was an eon...by nightfall, morning really did feel like it was years ago.
Sometimes we may feel like it gets a little old. Like days need to be longer, because we have to make breakfast and get up and take another shower and brush our teeth again, even though we just did it yesterday and a thousand yesterdays before that.
But that's just it. We have taken these thousands of journeys, from dewy, clean mornings to emotional, volatile night time. Over and over. Its like our life is splintered up into countless little lives, that pass in a brief 24 hour period.
So think of that next time you open your curtains in the morning, or end your night with weary eyes. Think of all the billions of things you'll do, just in that day, or all the millions of emotions you traveled though, as your eyelids droop with fatigue.
Think of how a day is like a little lifetime. You are born into the morning, your eyes opening, blinking at the light. You stretch. You will grow, however slowly. You will be hurt. You will be loved. You will discover. You will want to give up on something. You grow weary. You die into the night. But you will try your life all over again the next day.
Think of that. Think of the beauty in that. The wonder and strangeness. Change your perspective.
And don't even get me started on nighttime.
Day. A strange, quirky, fascinating journey.
Just.
Think about it.
In the morning, it's kind of all slow and foggy and still a little dark. Things are cool and fresh and smell like coffee shops and sound like birds just starting to chirp. We listen to different music than we do at night. Your mood in the morning? It's not going to happen at any other time of the day.
But by the time night comes around, our senses are fully alive. We are ready to wrap up a day that was a roller coaster of life and food and conversations. It was full of boring moments. Sad moments. Hysterical laughter. Impatience. Frustration.
We may have just interacted with a surprisingly large amount of people as this day went on. We probably impacted even more people than we will ever know.
So all the sudden, only hours later, we are in a completely different world than we were in hours before. And in a few hours, it will start all over again. Some days are a long journey, a day that was an eon...by nightfall, morning really did feel like it was years ago.
Sometimes we may feel like it gets a little old. Like days need to be longer, because we have to make breakfast and get up and take another shower and brush our teeth again, even though we just did it yesterday and a thousand yesterdays before that.
But that's just it. We have taken these thousands of journeys, from dewy, clean mornings to emotional, volatile night time. Over and over. Its like our life is splintered up into countless little lives, that pass in a brief 24 hour period.
So think of that next time you open your curtains in the morning, or end your night with weary eyes. Think of all the billions of things you'll do, just in that day, or all the millions of emotions you traveled though, as your eyelids droop with fatigue.
Think of how a day is like a little lifetime. You are born into the morning, your eyes opening, blinking at the light. You stretch. You will grow, however slowly. You will be hurt. You will be loved. You will discover. You will want to give up on something. You grow weary. You die into the night. But you will try your life all over again the next day.
Think of that. Think of the beauty in that. The wonder and strangeness. Change your perspective.
And don't even get me started on nighttime.
Monday, April 20, 2015
Pieces Of Me...J.C
Look guys. I made a quote. Since this, my blog, is a place for me to throw all my literary scribbles and random creativity at the world, sometimes, stuff like this is just gonna happen.
Take it or leave it. I don't care.
It's just a piece of me...J.C.
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Currently
In which I get selfish and write about myself and my life...oh wait, that's almost every post...
Despite the fact that I write a scrap of something in at least one of my sixteen (yes, sixteen) half filled notebooks everyday. (I like to tell myself each notebook kind of has it's own subject. This ones for spiritual thoughts, that ones for making lists, this ones for story ideas, that ones for blog post ideas, this one is for my favorite quotes from books, that one is for emotional feelings, this one is...yeah you get the idea.)
But I was inspired by pinterest (ehehe) just to try some good old plain journaling (I don't think that's a word. Any way you should try this. It's kinda fun).
1. Thinking: About life. The point of life. Some days, it's just enough to be a person and do normal person things like eat breakfast and read books and take walks and clean house and go to work. Most days, though, for someone like me, I am also thinking about why I am doing this or that, what the point is, if I should be doing something else, and if I really can be happy living this everyday, physical life, when something in my heart keeps aching and telling me how life is so much more than material things. It hurts so much just to be a physical human being doing mundane things sometimes. I am a soul with body, as C.S Lewis so accurately said. And living the everyday, minute by physical minute...it's achingly painful some days. I don't like it. Sometimes, I don't want to find wonder in this world, even though I know I should. This soul gets a little stir crazy inside this body, and gets the inexpressible urge to make that physical body scream or cry or throw something at a wall. Just because I am not enough, and this world seems to be not enough. "Find your place, Jillian. Let the blessings of this world make you physically happy but not soulfully content. Stop trying to do this shallow thing of finding all your happiness in a nicely decorated room or a new movie or good food. You know those things won't cut it, silly girl. Appreciate a marvelous mountain view, a vigorous hike, a good book. Appreciate and enjoy it all. But stop trying to fill up a eternal glass with a perishable water. This physical world is the overflow of our cup that runneth over with blessings...it is not what fills that cup in the first place."
2. Enjoying: Words. Bible verses, lovely quotes, new words, music lyrics, written words. Because they are something physical, something seen and heard, that represents something not seen. The body of a soul, I guess you could say.
3. Feeling: Sad. But happy. Because "Sad is happy for deep people". (apparently, this quote is from Doctor Who. And I haven't even seen Doctor Who. But this quote though. It's so accurate it makes my hurt heart)
4. Wearing: Um, Dark purple and turquoise. This color combo kinda makes me happy for some reason. For example, my blog header.
5. Needing: To study more of Gods word.
6. Wanting: To be Okay with my christian walk. To not be so perturbed by it.
7. Listening: To "the best of Epic Music 2012" on Youtube. Another physical thing representing the soulful and untouchable.
8. Making: Um, lets see. Oh, I'm sewing a coat that I designed myself. Slow going. I'm so gonna show it off on the internet when it's done though.
9. Eating: Well, currently nothing. But I did have a pretty good omelet this morning.
10. Drinking: A raspberry mocha. Okay, Okay, so physical food can be pretty awesome sometimes....
Keeping a regular Journal is not really my thing,
Despite the fact that I write a scrap of something in at least one of my sixteen (yes, sixteen) half filled notebooks everyday. (I like to tell myself each notebook kind of has it's own subject. This ones for spiritual thoughts, that ones for making lists, this ones for story ideas, that ones for blog post ideas, this one is for my favorite quotes from books, that one is for emotional feelings, this one is...yeah you get the idea.)
But I was inspired by pinterest (ehehe) just to try some good old plain journaling (I don't think that's a word. Any way you should try this. It's kinda fun).
2. Enjoying: Words. Bible verses, lovely quotes, new words, music lyrics, written words. Because they are something physical, something seen and heard, that represents something not seen. The body of a soul, I guess you could say.
3. Feeling: Sad. But happy. Because "Sad is happy for deep people". (apparently, this quote is from Doctor Who. And I haven't even seen Doctor Who. But this quote though. It's so accurate it makes my hurt heart)
4. Wearing: Um, Dark purple and turquoise. This color combo kinda makes me happy for some reason. For example, my blog header.
5. Needing: To study more of Gods word.
6. Wanting: To be Okay with my christian walk. To not be so perturbed by it.
7. Listening: To "the best of Epic Music 2012" on Youtube. Another physical thing representing the soulful and untouchable.
8. Making: Um, lets see. Oh, I'm sewing a coat that I designed myself. Slow going. I'm so gonna show it off on the internet when it's done though.
9. Eating: Well, currently nothing. But I did have a pretty good omelet this morning.
10. Drinking: A raspberry mocha. Okay, Okay, so physical food can be pretty awesome sometimes....
Monday, March 30, 2015
I wish I Had Smiled
In which: this happens to me all the time.
people watching. Your eyes dart from person to person, making an assessment of each one in turn, imagining what they are thinking, who they are looking at, and what their secret dreams are. All is going well until somebody's eyes turn suddenly, and they look back at you.
Your eyes meet for one millisecond, and then you blink hard. When your eyes open again, they are neatly focused on something else in the room and you have carefully kept your expression exactly the same. "They didn't even notice that I was looking their way", you think, trying to believe that you've just been awfully sly and clever. But all along you know that the one millisecond gave you away. You were just caught red-handed.
The more you think about it, the more you wish that you had not looked away. You wish you had simply smiled, in acknowledgement that you were both just caught staring at each other. Everyone looks around andspies on
observes other people on occasion. There should be no shame in it. So
why couldn't you have just smiled? Or winked? Or nodded a neat "hello, you've caught me looking at you, and isn't this amusing?"
But you didn't and now it's too late.
You feel a little embarrassed by your lack of honesty. And you go right on pretending that you never looked at them in the first place.
It happens to everyone.
(I can't take full credit for this little snippet. I got the idea from another blog a long time ago, who got it from someone else...yeah anyway.)
You are looking around the room,
people watching. Your eyes dart from person to person, making an assessment of each one in turn, imagining what they are thinking, who they are looking at, and what their secret dreams are. All is going well until somebody's eyes turn suddenly, and they look back at you.
Your eyes meet for one millisecond, and then you blink hard. When your eyes open again, they are neatly focused on something else in the room and you have carefully kept your expression exactly the same. "They didn't even notice that I was looking their way", you think, trying to believe that you've just been awfully sly and clever. But all along you know that the one millisecond gave you away. You were just caught red-handed.
The more you think about it, the more you wish that you had not looked away. You wish you had simply smiled, in acknowledgement that you were both just caught staring at each other. Everyone looks around and
But you didn't and now it's too late.
You feel a little embarrassed by your lack of honesty. And you go right on pretending that you never looked at them in the first place.
It happens to everyone.
(I can't take full credit for this little snippet. I got the idea from another blog a long time ago, who got it from someone else...yeah anyway.)
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Don't Let Me Lose My Wonder
In which I list out some Eucharisteo.
I know it's wonderful. It's amazing. The universe is beyond mind-boggling. Stars and galaxies are incredible. I know it.
I just sometimes have a hard time living in the dimension where I look at things with wide eyed wonder, and see these things instead as basic elements, mashed together, in different colors, with no reason to go out and see it, cause you know, it's all just 118 different types of stuff.
The world, the universe is way more complicated and intricate than that.
But instead, over and over, I get caught up in myself and my own woes and confusions. I get wrapped up in my own head, and the physical world outside me is this strange state of being right up against my skin while still being hollow and empty and millions of miles away.
Why do people bother to go travel the world anyway? Water is water, wherever you go. Mountains and hills and plains and valleys are just dirt and rock. People are people. They eat and sleep and live for their own happiness, the world over. Are we in search of something new? Do you think you'll find it if you just wander around the earth? Why does this fill you with such happiness and wonder all the time, to look at mountain range or an ocean, or a waterfall, and sometimes I just can't seem to get out of my own head and enjoy anything?
Which is why I think it's time I listed some reasons for Eucharisteo. To remind myself that this crack in time I exist in can be pretty awesomely fantastic if I just let it.
41.Clear, Starry nights. The ones that make me feel small and insignificant and like a tiny, tiny speck. Like a microscopic piece of something beyond me, so beyond me that I can't comprehend it and I feel terrified and exposed. (Wait, she just said she likes feeling absolutely terrified? Yeah, in a weird scared curl-up-in-a-ball kind of way.)
42. Driving down the highway on said starry nights with the windows down (cold out or not) and the music cranked up to a point it probably shouldn't be. I finally get why my parents always enjoyed going out "just for a drive". When you're the one at the wheel...power. It's the next best thing to...
43. Running. Or well, in my case, running and then jogging and then walking and then sprinting off again, as the mood takes you. When all the frustrations and unanswered questions and yes, absolute hopelessness comes to its peak, you will find me running it out (for hours), rain or shine. (I prefer rain because it generally matches my mood.)
44. A brother-in-law and big sister who are willing to stay up past 10:30 at night and talk with you about life. Even though they have to be up before the sun next morning and go to work and take care of three small children and live a crazy busy life. They made time for me. That's pretty special.
45. Said brother-in-law who knows the art of Eucharisteo. " Think about it, toes are so awesome, Jillian! and wood, wood is amazing! We can cut it up and put nails through it and yet it builds a great big house!" ( I'm not even kidding. He was giddy about toes, guys. Toes. And I can't find exhilaration in an ocean.)
46. The incredible chemical reaction that happens in our bodies when we see something cool or amazing or beautiful. We see an really neat view from a mountaintop, while feeling a cool breeze, smell that dirt and that air, feel that rain on our face, fill our lungs and our eyes with these things, and it triggers something in nervous system that starts a chain reaction. End result? Exhilaration and awe. If you stop to think about it, that's pretty wondrous.
47. The beating of a physical heart. I have this strange fascination with heartbeats, guys. I like to put my hands on my little niece and nephews chest and feel their thumping. When my music teacher told me to use my heartbeat as a metronome, the coolest thing happened. You have to be really quiet, listen to your heart thumping in your chest for a moment, and then play your song in time with that, keep beat with your own heart, whenever it speeds up or slows down. If you are musician, please, try this a few times. Its magnificent.
48. Consequently, this poem is one of my favorites:
I feel a little better now. I know I will get wrapped up in my own head and my own worries again...and I'll think of more blessings again. Perhaps my life will not always be this endless cycle of despair and then remembering all the reasons why not to despair. then again, maybe it will. But at least I have these blessings to hold on to. God did give me blessings, despite everything else that gets dished out that I don't understand.
Despite the fact that I struggle living in this world that God made,
I know it's wonderful. It's amazing. The universe is beyond mind-boggling. Stars and galaxies are incredible. I know it.
I just sometimes have a hard time living in the dimension where I look at things with wide eyed wonder, and see these things instead as basic elements, mashed together, in different colors, with no reason to go out and see it, cause you know, it's all just 118 different types of stuff.
The world, the universe is way more complicated and intricate than that.
But instead, over and over, I get caught up in myself and my own woes and confusions. I get wrapped up in my own head, and the physical world outside me is this strange state of being right up against my skin while still being hollow and empty and millions of miles away.
Why do people bother to go travel the world anyway? Water is water, wherever you go. Mountains and hills and plains and valleys are just dirt and rock. People are people. They eat and sleep and live for their own happiness, the world over. Are we in search of something new? Do you think you'll find it if you just wander around the earth? Why does this fill you with such happiness and wonder all the time, to look at mountain range or an ocean, or a waterfall, and sometimes I just can't seem to get out of my own head and enjoy anything?
Which is why I think it's time I listed some reasons for Eucharisteo. To remind myself that this crack in time I exist in can be pretty awesomely fantastic if I just let it.
41.Clear, Starry nights. The ones that make me feel small and insignificant and like a tiny, tiny speck. Like a microscopic piece of something beyond me, so beyond me that I can't comprehend it and I feel terrified and exposed. (Wait, she just said she likes feeling absolutely terrified? Yeah, in a weird scared curl-up-in-a-ball kind of way.)
42. Driving down the highway on said starry nights with the windows down (cold out or not) and the music cranked up to a point it probably shouldn't be. I finally get why my parents always enjoyed going out "just for a drive". When you're the one at the wheel...power. It's the next best thing to...
43. Running. Or well, in my case, running and then jogging and then walking and then sprinting off again, as the mood takes you. When all the frustrations and unanswered questions and yes, absolute hopelessness comes to its peak, you will find me running it out (for hours), rain or shine. (I prefer rain because it generally matches my mood.)
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45. Said brother-in-law who knows the art of Eucharisteo. " Think about it, toes are so awesome, Jillian! and wood, wood is amazing! We can cut it up and put nails through it and yet it builds a great big house!" ( I'm not even kidding. He was giddy about toes, guys. Toes. And I can't find exhilaration in an ocean.)
46. The incredible chemical reaction that happens in our bodies when we see something cool or amazing or beautiful. We see an really neat view from a mountaintop, while feeling a cool breeze, smell that dirt and that air, feel that rain on our face, fill our lungs and our eyes with these things, and it triggers something in nervous system that starts a chain reaction. End result? Exhilaration and awe. If you stop to think about it, that's pretty wondrous.
47. The beating of a physical heart. I have this strange fascination with heartbeats, guys. I like to put my hands on my little niece and nephews chest and feel their thumping. When my music teacher told me to use my heartbeat as a metronome, the coolest thing happened. You have to be really quiet, listen to your heart thumping in your chest for a moment, and then play your song in time with that, keep beat with your own heart, whenever it speeds up or slows down. If you are musician, please, try this a few times. Its magnificent.
48. Consequently, this poem is one of my favorites:
I feel a little better now. I know I will get wrapped up in my own head and my own worries again...and I'll think of more blessings again. Perhaps my life will not always be this endless cycle of despair and then remembering all the reasons why not to despair. then again, maybe it will. But at least I have these blessings to hold on to. God did give me blessings, despite everything else that gets dished out that I don't understand.
Friday, February 6, 2015
Ladies and Gents, We Are Now In Overdrive
In which, I go too fast.
And I mean like depressed, life is pointless, don't care anymore, what's wrong with me, bored.
Life was empty. Stupidly, she turned to overinflated, commercial, material stuff. Clothes and "toys" and technology and literal...stuff. Things. Objects. She didn't even know why.
She lost the passionate fire to further Gods kingdom, and she really, really wanted that flame back. She couldn't get the sparkly eyed self she used to be back. She wanted her current self to slide back into the the excited person she used to be, only two or three years before.
So, that blustery December of '14, she decided to start thinking again. She dusted off the old mind machine, and started writing and reading. She started loving people, began to get excited again.
Then, the ideas started pouring in.
Oh, man, I need to do a study about that. Short story, I've got an idea for a good short story. No, make that five short stories. Hmmm, I could stand to do a self examination on this...blog post, I gotta write a blog post about that. Whoa...I love people. Life changed. Man, I need to read the whole Bible like, today. Ooh, a novel, I'm gonna write a novel. I have such a cool idea for this novel! No, no, make that a trilogy. Three books. I have to write three books. Questions, I got questions. About life and the Bible and beliefs and history and science and love and prayer and God and...
Dude.
Headache.
She went into overdrive mode, thinking about concepts and ideas and stories and philosophies. Dreams and plans a resolutions came at her, rapid fire.
It felt like too much to organize. Her own head couldn't handle her own head. She couldn't stop. It was like a conveyer belt in a chocolate factory...those sweet thoughts were getting by her too quickly, so she grabbed them, stuffed them anywhere she could on her person, and tried to hold on to them for later.
But, she wouldn't have it any other way. She refuses to back to the way it was before. She just needs to learn how to slow down a little.
Have you guys ever seen that famous chocolate factory scene? Watch it. Just. Watch it. I am Lucy. I am so Lucy. My brain is that silly conveyer belt with the chocolate. At first, " Oh, I got this. This is fun." Then, "too much, just grab it, stuff it in!" I cracked myself up. So stinkin' accurate.
Once upon a time, in the year 2014, there was a blondie who got extremely bored.
And I mean like depressed, life is pointless, don't care anymore, what's wrong with me, bored.
Life was empty. Stupidly, she turned to overinflated, commercial, material stuff. Clothes and "toys" and technology and literal...stuff. Things. Objects. She didn't even know why.
She lost the passionate fire to further Gods kingdom, and she really, really wanted that flame back. She couldn't get the sparkly eyed self she used to be back. She wanted her current self to slide back into the the excited person she used to be, only two or three years before.
So, that blustery December of '14, she decided to start thinking again. She dusted off the old mind machine, and started writing and reading. She started loving people, began to get excited again.
Then, the ideas started pouring in.
Oh, man, I need to do a study about that. Short story, I've got an idea for a good short story. No, make that five short stories. Hmmm, I could stand to do a self examination on this...blog post, I gotta write a blog post about that. Whoa...I love people. Life changed. Man, I need to read the whole Bible like, today. Ooh, a novel, I'm gonna write a novel. I have such a cool idea for this novel! No, no, make that a trilogy. Three books. I have to write three books. Questions, I got questions. About life and the Bible and beliefs and history and science and love and prayer and God and...
Dude.
Headache.
She went into overdrive mode, thinking about concepts and ideas and stories and philosophies. Dreams and plans a resolutions came at her, rapid fire.
It felt like too much to organize. Her own head couldn't handle her own head. She couldn't stop. It was like a conveyer belt in a chocolate factory...those sweet thoughts were getting by her too quickly, so she grabbed them, stuffed them anywhere she could on her person, and tried to hold on to them for later.
But, she wouldn't have it any other way. She refuses to back to the way it was before. She just needs to learn how to slow down a little.
Have you guys ever seen that famous chocolate factory scene? Watch it. Just. Watch it. I am Lucy. I am so Lucy. My brain is that silly conveyer belt with the chocolate. At first, " Oh, I got this. This is fun." Then, "too much, just grab it, stuff it in!" I cracked myself up. So stinkin' accurate.
Monday, January 19, 2015
12 Fun, Easy Things To do in 2015
In which we make some fun plans for the upcoming months...just because.
I spent my weekend doing...other things. Possibly unnecessary things, like planning an epic adventure novel, taking personality tests online with my family, and reading. Also there may have been some nephews and a particularly adorable neice that distracted me.
But anyway.
Instead of a wordy post, I thought up something quick and easy, but hopefully fun.
You may remember I made some simple new years resolutions. But I also wanted to make a list of fun things to do in 2015, because I am a epic list maker and a constant planner of many grand ideas. (the doing part, that's...another thing altogether).
Who am I kidding? It's a bucket list. So I'm cliche. Shoot me.
2. Go buy a gift for someone. For a surprise. To cheer them up. Wrap it up. Make it nice. Put some thought into it. Make sure it's someone who will never expect it when you give it to them.
6. Reread a favorite book. (Or several. I'm reading all of The Chronicles of Narnia books again. It's been eight years)
Even though I have a million (Ok, eight) blog post ideas that are halfway written down,
I couldn't finish any of them in time for my self-inflicted Monday deadline.
I spent my weekend doing...other things. Possibly unnecessary things, like planning an epic adventure novel, taking personality tests online with my family, and reading. Also there may have been some nephews and a particularly adorable neice that distracted me.
But anyway.
Instead of a wordy post, I thought up something quick and easy, but hopefully fun.
You may remember I made some simple new years resolutions. But I also wanted to make a list of fun things to do in 2015, because I am a epic list maker and a constant planner of many grand ideas. (the doing part, that's...another thing altogether).
Who am I kidding? It's a bucket list. So I'm cliche. Shoot me.
1. Take a picture everyday of your summer this year. Try to make each one different and unique.
(This one is because I am buying myself camera, hopefully this June. A nice camera.)
3. Write out a whole chapter of the Bible by hand. I am doing Matthew six.
4. Dedicate a whole day where you are consciously going to be other oriented. Compliment others, show random acts of kindness, listen to them. I know, I know, we should do this everyday. But you know we don't. Really try for at least a day.
5. Go for a hike. At least once. You may be surprised at how refreshing and rewarding it is.
7. Make your closet look professionally organized. (This one actually doubles with my April resolution.)
8. Write a letter. To a friend, to Grandparents, to your future self, to your future spouse. Pick one.
9. Find reasons to get up early and enjoy life. (Blog post(s) on this coming later)
10. Read at least one book you have never read before. (Not sure yet what this is going to be)
11. Make breakfast for dinner. Because Pancakes.
12.Pray for your future spouse. At least once.
(all photo courtesy via pinterest.)
(all photo courtesy via pinterest.)
Monday, January 5, 2015
25 Reasons For Eucharisteo
In which you learn a new word. Eucharisteo.
Eucharisteo – yoo-khar-is-teh’-o.
Verb. Greek.
Definition: To be grateful; to give thanks.
Yummy. New words are so delectable. And this one is a lip smacker, peoples.
You and me...we could stand to be a bit more thankful. Today is just another day where I need to get over myself and look at the world again as a really, really awesome place.
Millions of things around me, in all there softness and wetness and warmness and coldness, in there bigness and smallness. And thank God, I get to be a tiny part of it, watching it all.
A Portrait of Grace is going to get to 1000. Maybe I can too. Working on praising Him in the best and worst of times is something this generation needs to do.
What am I thankful for? Right now? Today?
1. Soaking in a hot bath. On a snowy day.
2. A Dad who has the patience and know-how to fix stuff. Like my computer. And the freezer. And Mums sewing machine. (which was my fault. Oops)
3. Having the time to get lost in a book.
4. Roast beef sandwiches. With mustard.
5. My ipod. Nuf' said.
6. Learning delicious new words.
7. That happy, exhausted feeling when you feel like you really earned your dinner and a good nights sleep. (Shoveling snow will do that to ya)
8. Watching movies with my family.
9. Cozy PJ's, thick, soft winter blankets on blistery winter nights.
10. Reading myself to sleep.
11. Peanut M&M's
12. Epic movie soundtracks that pump you up for hard work. (did I mention shoveling snow?)
13. Having a mental bucket list.
14. Snow covered mountains.
15. The brain God gave me. Sometimes idea's go tumbling through my head and I can't seem to keep up...but you know, I wouldn't want it any other way.
16. When some one turns a thought into something memorable and beautiful.
17. Exercise.
18. Fresh fruit.
19. Late nights.
20. Early Mornings.
21. Looking forward to the day.
22. Knowing there is always something to be thankful for.
23.Winter apple body wash. Smells so good. All fresh and clean and cozy. Sound a little too girly? good. I like girly.
24. Rereading old books, re-watching old movies that take me back to a younger me. Good times.
25. The contented feeling of finishing a list. *wink*
I was going to write about being un-apologetically single, but so many other blessings took up my time today, (Pretty sure I mentioned snow already) that will have to be Fridays post.
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