it's not about who you spend the most time with...
it's who you have the best memories with.


Saturday, December 5, 2009

oh by gosh by golly...

...It's time for mistletoe and holly.

It IS the most wonderful time of the year. I love the cold weather coming in...it means cozy in doors with a nice cup of hot chocolate and friends gathered together.

Let's see, a lot has happened since my last post...

I turned another year older.
One class away from being completely done with my first semester of grad school.
Pulled a 'few' pranks on some of our neighbs.
New friendships were made.
Fell in love...with Jacob Black. Just kidding...but seriously.
Played with my niece, who actually looks like my own kid.
Probably broke a common law or two...or three. Nahhh.
Still have not finished a book for 'fun reading'.
Dyed my hair, twice times.
Made delicious Jolie frosting...yes my family has our own frosting. :) It's kind of a big deal...
Looked up jobs for future referencing.
Summer missions...where will I go?
Thought about where I would like to work after my Master's Degree is completed.
Thought about what God has planned for my life.

Enough about that...more about one of my all time favorite things...

Truly connecting with God during worship. The type of connection that while you are worshiping and completely opening up your heart to God and focusing on Him and picturing his grace, mercy, and love for all. The type that when you have your hands crossed or to your side that for those moments in worship you feel something, not those butterfly feelings, but you truly feel something...the feeling that something is around you and holding your hand. I love that, I feel as though my maker is holding my hand and all I can do is cling on for life and smile. In those moments that you find like that...perfection lies. No weeping, no suffering, no pain...no darkness, no sick, no lame just you and God. Those are moments that my heart beats for.

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He is jealous for me.

Loves like a hurricane.
I am a tree.
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.

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