procrastination

Missing someone isn’t about how long it has been since you have seen them or the amount of time since you’ve talked. It’s about that very moment when you’re doing something and you wish that they were right there with you.

Spring Break

Spring Break is sooooooooo soon!! It's in two days. I can make it! Sheesh. Standing in my way are an Econ assignment and a Psych 3005 test -- the bane of my existence.

Please check back for baking updates. I have four recipes that I want to try over break - blueberry muffins, red velvet sheet cake with nutella frosting, rice krispy treats with peanut butter chocolate fudge, and the best brownie recipe ever. I will blog about at least one, if not hopefully more of these recipes! As long as it's on teh blog world. I must actually be held responsible for it.

I cannot focus on my work because I am waiting for an email that holds some very important news. I will update back once I have heard back!

Wow factor

"You are constantly aware of limitations: your own and others'. But there is no limit to My Love; it fills all of space, time and eternity." - Sarah Young's Jesus Calling

Thought for the Day

Don't fall into the trap of being constantly on the go. Many, many things people do in My Name have no value in My kingdom. To avoid doing meaningless works, stay in continual communication with Me. I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with My eye upon you.


From Sarah Young's Jesus Calling

My Dinghy

Questions. We are surrounded by questions. "How are you? What are you doing for spring break? What are you doing on Wednesday? Are you going to the game tonight? What are you studying for this test? What are you majoring in? What classes are you taking? What are you doing this summer? What do you want to do? What are you doing tonight?" If we're honest, this list could go on and on. 

Lately, I have been asking myself lots of questions. I seem to realize more and more each day that I am not in control. I like to plan in attempts to salvage my idea of where I think I'm headed, but in reality, I watch my plans get tossed like a dinghy in the waves of life's storm. I often try to grab the rudder and try to steer things in the direction I intended them to go. It's time to let go. I hold on too tightly to what I think is best. This post is mainly my frustration at figuring out what I want to do this spring break and summer. I thought I knew. I thought I had a plan. My God is defying my expectations of what I thought this summer was going to look like already. He is planting desires in my heart that I did not know existed. I thought it was time to break away from my family and live in Charlottesville and learn to be independent. I'm not so sure that's what will happen. I don't know. And that's okay.

I'm realizing that life is not so much about where you are at. It's about what you do where you are. Regardless of where I am this summer, I will be around others. I will be able to glorify the Lord, no matter what I am doing. I will placed in my own little mission field. Will I whine and complain about not feeling like this is the mission field to where I was called? I sure hope not. I hope to show Jesus to those who may not know Him. The Lord knows where the best place is for me this summer: resting in His grace and love. It does not take a geographical location to be smack dab in the center of the love of God. That sounds like a pretty good place to be to me. How about you?

If I'm meant to be an orientation leader, then I will be. Simple as that. Here's to letting go.

Things I love about Home

I love the blankets that lie around everywhere.

I love feeling carpet underneath my feet in every room.

I love the quiet. 

I love the trees that surround the house.

I love the shadows that dance on the branches.

I love the birds that perch on the branches outside the kitchen window.

I love the abundance of food in the kitchen.

I love the running trails in the woods behind the house.

I love how dark my bedroom gets.

I love the glow in the dark stars that still stick to my ceiling.

I love my mom.

I love how spacious the house seems.

I love how generous my mom is. She is also offering to provide. "Do you need anything from the grocery store?" "Do you need to see Dr. A (my chiropractor)?" "Do you need to run any errands?" "Is there anything you are craving for me to make?" "Is there anything you need to get to take back to school?" "Are you sure there is nothing for me to pick up from the grocery store that you are in the mood for?" "Do you need a nap?"

I love how time seems to pass more slowly here.

I love being with my sister and laughing about the dumbest things or talking and catching up about our lives.

I love hearing Davis run around the house, being as active as a middle schooler gets.

I love walking with my mom.

I love picking Davis up from school.

I love the quiet.

I love driving around these roads that I know so well.

I love reminiscing on what my high school life was like.

I love looking through old papers and assignments I completed.

I love seeing my Dad when he comes home from the office.

I love looking down at my neighborhood when I am on top of the hill.

I love the sunsets here.

I love the windiness of my neighborhood road.

I love pulling into the cul-de-sac, and seeing the basketball hoop. 

I love how much closet space I have.

I love how that closet space is full of sweatshirts.

I love drinking tea at the kitchen table.

I love eating desserts (nutella, cookies, ice cream, etc.), partially regretting it, but knowing that I will go back to my boring, healthy eating at school, so indulging. 

I love crawling into my bed and being thankful I'm home.

I love waking up and realizing where I am.

I love being close to home.
I love having parents who will drop everything to pick me up on a whim and bring me home for the weekend.

I love the simplicity.

I love the quiet. (Did I say that already? Oh, once or twice, maybe.)

I love talking to my mom in the kitchen.

I love going to bed while my dad is sleeping on the couch, too tired to make it to bed.

I love walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night and knowing that I am the only one awake.

I love seeing their daily lives.

I hate imagining all this happening without me when I am at school. I know that's selfish, but it's true.

I am thankful. I am blessed to have a home as wonderful and precious as this. The old adage goes, "If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were." I have gone. I have returned. My love will always be for these people.