“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented,
and fabulous -
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn’t serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people
Won’t feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone,
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously
Give other people permission to do the same.”
- Marianne Williamson
Some of you might have heard that I got my hair cut.
I walked down to Sister #3′s house yesterday and asked for a new look. And boy did I get one.
Before I had “blah” hair (or at least I think so):
[And yes -- in this picture I just look plain scary. I thought it might help the before and after look. It was also longer than it is in this picture. I tried to look for a more recent picture with my hair down, but it was harder than I thought it would be!]
Then came the new hair:
Watcha think of my new rockin’ 80′s look?
I think it’s pretty snazzy myself.
If you were to ask your average person “what did you do the day after your sister’s wedding?”, they’d probably say sensible things like sleep, eat, clean up, watch movies, be lazy. What do we do after a sister gets married? Well, since you asked, I’ll tell you!
We grab our passports and go to Ottawa. We walk around the Byward Market, get some dinner, drop off a new friend at the airport so she can head home to Calgary, get Starbuck’s, and then take a long but beautiful walk around the perimeter of the parliament buildings. That’s what we do.
I know this picture is blurry but isn’t she pretty? She’s the best girl I know.
And here’s proof that she really is more mature than me:
On the way to my sister’s wedding reception.
Would you like to see my pretty sister? This was taken right before she put her veil on. She’s lovely.
I feel like we were just in this season of colorful leaves, pumpkin spice candles, and cozy move nights, but apparently that was a whole year ago — who knew.
We’re back to candles, pilgrims, those animals that supposedly say “gobble gobble” (i have never personally experienced their ‘gobble gobble’ noise), apples, and all of those other ‘fall’ things. I love it.
We have bags and bags of apples sitting in our kitchen… Wonderfulness.
This is in our kitchen. It makes washing dishes that much more enjoyable and I’m not even kidding.
I’m playing Mr. Frank. He’s a favorite.
Hope you had a
peachy — I mean — ‘appley’ Monday.
I’ve been thinking about God’s goodness. I hear that God is good all the time but I don’t think I’ve ever taken time to think about it. I’ve never sat and made a list of what His goodness in my life really looks like. Is it miracle after miracle? Is it story after story? In some ways, yes, it is tiny miracles and solidly good stories. But mostly He has surrounded me by things that remind me of Him. He has surrounded me with people who consistently reflect His character, reminders of His promises through nature and images of the gospel and Jesus’ love for me.
That’s why He’s been good to me. He hasn’t let me forget who He is and what He’s done for me. And I’m so thankful for it.
There are beautiful things in my life. Jesus has blessed me with them. Here are some of them:
She is precious. I love this baby a lot. This baby blesses my heart so much. (we talked about her here)
The promise after the rain. He is faithful.
sister #4 got married this past weekend. so, of course, we danced thriller, as a family, at the reception. it was fun.
I love to organize and make sure that everything has a specific place. When there is an item that doesn’t have a home I feel like everything is a mess… insane? Most likely. But whatever.
Recently I walked through an “office-organizing” section in a store and practically drooled over all of the baskets and bins.
The temptation was too much — I gave in.
I now have three new beautiful baskets with fabric lining in my bedroom. One large and two small… And I love them. And yes, I’m aware that I used the word beautiful for baskets. FYI: anything that is used for organizing I generally call beautiful or pretty — just ask J who was with me when I purchased those baskets.
But here’s the catch… I’m also the person that doesn’t typically have “stuff” just laying around because there’s just too much of it. I realized this when I brought home my baskets and found myself LOOKING for things to put in them — how lame is that? But after staring at every inch of my bedroom, I found some things to put in them. Aren’t you just SO glad!? hah
This is one of the small baskets. Isn’t it purty ‘n cute?! I thought so.
Just to prove that I’m insane:
My “Who Face”
Hey guys look! It’s a picture that looks like it has one of those weird distortion things on it, but it DOESN’T! It’s just my face with a normal camera!
Have I got skillz or what!?
*[i am aware that these photos are not becoming and could be used against me]
I had a visitor today. And we made funny faces.
He’s a cutie.
J, L, &C – together again in the cavern.
For a few days at least.
No turning back, I’ve made up my mind,
I’m giving all of my life this time.
Your love makes it worth it,
Your love makes it worth it all,
Your love makes it worth it all.
There are times in my life when I just remember. I remember my brokenness, my need, my heartache, and my Savior, my redemption. I remember.
I remember when I gave my life and it’s still as real and breathtakingly wonderful today. So I spend time remembering. Because, really, there’s nothing I’d rather spend all day thinking about and marveling at.
I have found a peace that ploughs on through the storm.
I have found a joy that jumps over sadness.
I have found a love that lights up every room.
I have found, I’ve found You!