Ask yourself:

1. Have you done anything this week that can be seen as comprimising your witness?
2. Have you seen anyone of your friends do anything this week that could be seen as comprimising your witness?
3. Have you spent adeqeate time in prayer this week?
4. Have you spent adeqeate time loving your family this week?
5. Have you spent time in the Word this week?
6. Have you spent time investing in someone else this week?
7. Have you lied about any of the previous questions?

If I had a day off

I would...

1. Turn my phone off.
2. go through my closet and get rid of clothes I never wear
3. clean my car
4. organize my life
5. have uninarupted time with Jesus
6. paint my toe nails
7. go on some obscure adventure with just me, myself and my 35 mm camera
8. write letters to Melody, Jamie, and Kristyn. (im terrible at responding quickly)
9. write.
10. have a date with Mr. Darcy and a few cups of coffee (its been too long)
11. bake...anything
12. call Dani and Becca back.
13. spend time with my mom

Close proximity

    Yesterday at staff meeting I was scheduled to give my testimony. I have given my testimony in the past- but not at a confrence table with 8 pairs of beady eyes staring you down. I usually dont get nervous to talk- ever, but the night before I was sitting on my bed talking to myself - trying to figure out what I needed to say, what veiw I wanted to take it. Do I go throught he eyes of the 8 year old in the back seat of a beat up minivan? Or do I take the theological bible college approach? All I know was that I am blessed enough to grow up in a chrsitian home, so I don't have any comming to Jesus moments in a crack house or any revelations of prophetic healings of some crazy addiction.

However, I am a human, a sinner and am saved... from myself.

  As I was continuing to talk to myself in my room and found myself continuing to talkg in circles, I threw my hands up in the air and cried out that God would just show me what He wanted!

"For where there is a testament, there must also of necessity be the death of a testator.

For a testament is in force after men are dead,

since it has no pwer at all while the testator lives." Hebrews 9:16-17

  I have been saved from myself. I have a testimony- but I must die daily for the power that lies in me to be awakened. The same power that Jesus used to conquer death is the same power that lives in me- I just have to be willing to call upon His name.

True Story

Me and Allie were meeting for lunch today and as I made my way over to the drink machine to fill up my shot glass size of water (ridiculous- why can’t it be a normal cup?), my eye caught something tall, dark and handsome by the window. Dressed in red plaid with cut off jorts, the scruff that covered his face all added up to something that made my heart beat faster. There was an empty table right in front of where he was sitting so I casually made a b-line for the open spot. Just so happened to sit right in front of his line of sight. *wink wink* We kept making eye contact through out lunch- also noticing he prayed before his meal. He was with an elderly gentleman who just so happened to be wearing converse (which I thought was extra cool). They got up and moved to sit behind us at a booth and an elderly woman sat down next to them, they took pictures and had some light conversation.
Allie popped up and said “you should go talk to him”
“Who?” as I played dumb.
“They guy you have been eye flirting with since we sat down. He is cute and just your type.”



We continued to laugh about it, knowing I would never have the guts to go up to some random dude I have never seen or met and say hello.


We left and all I can think about are those blue eyes.

I am such a girl.

Burried Treasure

            Yesterday I was told that I was “entertaining to be around.” I am not quite sure how to take that, as some “entertaining” people can be purely obnoxious and more of a bother then anything. I wonder if it’s because I have an altered filter when it comes to my thoughts and most of the time say just what everyone one else is thinking. Every other staff meeting, when we are reminded to fill out our timesheets, I outwardly praise the Lord. Everyone else just chuckles, but I know they are excited to receive that deposit just as much as I am.

            What is scary is I do have a filter and people are blessed to not have to hear everything that goes through my brain. It’s the curse passed down from my father I presume. (Love ya Pops) Along with this curse, comes the overly creative lives I write up for strangers when I find myself in a place of solitude. For example: the airport. I have 3 hours to kill in the oh-so-hated terminal of Atlanta and am bored past the point of no return. So I shyly scope out the terrain and decide to pin-point an innocent bystander. In my world, the lonesome man on his blackberry originally hails from the big city of Manhattan. He is a city boy through and through- probably never having actually been to the real Georgia, only having ever seen the airport and a conference room. He is impatient as he taps his foot on the ground, leaning against the pole, briefcase in hand. But as I start to analyze closer, I realize how uncomfortable he truly is. That monkey suit he is in? He can’t seem to stop shifting. The reason he is on his phone is because he is still trying to figure out the whole BBIM thing. He really wishes it was an iphone and will always wonder what life would be like without a cubicle and his hovering boss. (And that was just a snippit, cause in reality this man doesn’t even notice me)

            Along with this intrusive imagination (although is it really intrusive if the strangers never know?), is the uncanny ability to talk to strangers. (I can’t imagine having me as a child) For example, once again: flying. This past trip to California, I not only met Henry and Nick from Virginia on their way to Reno for a bowling tournament, I also introduced them to my seat partner Juan from Port St. Lucie who works for the US Postal Service, as we waited at baggage claim.

            I have been told I am easy to talk to and it’s a gift. I don’t quiet understand that, partly because me talking and enjoying finding out about other peoples lives is an absolute thrill to me. I am intrigued by how other people live and why they got where they are currently residing. Put me in a room full of strangers, and I am completely comfortable.

            Yet, I do know not everyone is like that. Probably a good thing. After all, we were made in God’s perfect image.

I am mulling over these things for a reason.

“He also who had received two talents came and said, ‘lord, you delivered to me two talents; look, I have gained two more talents besides them.’ His lord said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant; you have been faithful over a few things, and I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord.’” Matthew 25:22-23

We all have gifts. I believe some come naturally, while others allow us to be stretched and broken. It is for us to realize what the Lord desires from us. My fear is that I become so comfortable in my natural gifts, that I bury my talents in the ground- too afraid of what God might do with them. When I get to heaven I don’t want to see a pile of unopened boxes in the corner and wondering why those gifts were never given to me. I don’t want to be afraid to ask for them.

I also know that God desires for us to do big things, glorious things for His Kingdom.

So the question remains: What are your gifts and have you buried them?

Lovely

My SkyMiles on DELTA paid off! I got to see these two lovely ladies in California:

We had lots of fun in all of my favorite places.

(its blurry- sorry) IKEA!

I got giddy when we crossed the bridge.

Got to hang out with some more old freinds and had good sushi.

Cheesecake factory at its finest

Brought back some CCBC memories.

I will see you again... one day.