What a day to appreciate.

I want to be like these people. This video has meaning. Community. Thats the meaning. To me. Im not talking about the Christian term. Just regular community. They might not even be Christians. But I like what theyre doing. The time they have to go on a small fun adventure. and talk. and eat. and just be together. Its special. Those times are special. Live simple. Be brave.

Theres this one guy that always wears a sun visor. He takes it off for class and there is a crease in his hair. Its all I can look at.

Ive got some fantastic books lined up to read. Ones that probably no one knows about.

I never know what to do with the last little bit of coffee in my mug. Do I heat it up? Do I push through? Its a constant battle.

Last night my friend Kristi and I skewered a piece of Okra and stuck it in a chocolate fountain. We made our friend Alan eat it. We didnt tell him what it was.

This makes me laugh:

Autumn is almost here. Its so close. I got a taste of it today. It was a tease. Like having one Twizzler. Or one Candy Corn (I had my first ones this past weekend-It was dazzling). With Autumn comes a new spirit. A new mind. Its uplifting. Every year. Crispy air, the trees, the treats, the cool mornings, blue skies, decorations, the scarves and boots. Every Autumn I do new things. Listen to new music. Read new books. I get new ideas. I try new things. Special things. Its a warm season. Autumn helps us appreciate nature. Maybe thats why I like it so much. It makes things beautiful and enjoyable. I cant wait to see leaves on the ground and on my car. And have picnics. And read outside without getting sweaty. And having windows open. And be in the woods. And have adventures. While the winds blowing. It just warms the cockles of my heart. Thats all.

Weve been doing a series at Wiregrass Church dealing with Time and making good use of it. Our lives are so short. We wrinkle so quickly. Everything we do is but a moment. A moment in all eternity. Since we are but moments, it should be all the more important to glorify Christ with every single thing we do. As if thats not stressful enough, we must do it the best we can. We must glorify Christ as hard as we can. Its not about us. All the moments arent about us. Yet its so easy to get caught up in ourselves. But why? I think its because everything in society points to us. Not the Saviour of the world. Not the creator of the world. Not the Sustainer of the world. But us. Society makes it so easy to live for ourselves. Im not saying this is an excuse, but a mere challenge. How can we overcome it? Walking with Christ. Spending time with our heavenly Father. Who desires a relationship with us. Who wants the very best for us. Our glory is way too small anyways. How can we make our days count? How can we make every moment about Christ? Pray. Pray that doing the right thing will be second nature. Pray that the very thought of making every moment count will consume you. Making every moment count is stressful. It actually makes me nervous. I will fail today. I will fail tomorrow. At those moments I will be most thankful for Grace. But the Lord is near. He wants to help. He wants to change my thinking. He wants to give second chances. More tries. I am thinking about the decisions I might make today. Living for my own glory is wasted time.

I want an old swimming cap. Not sure if I would wear it all the time, but sometimes. Whenever I went swimming and wanted to keep my curls.

Divine!!!



This ones styled a little differently, but it goes so well with her suit.

Ok. This was my dream last night. Oh man. Im nervous. I dont know how it started but I was at this hospital in the middle of a jungle. It wasnt an ordinary hospital. It was a hospital for both humans and animals. Wild animals. Now. There were only a few humans in this jungle. Me being one of them. We were searching for a baby. A baby tiger. It resembled a calico kitten. This is how we searched for it. We had to find the areas where the tigers and cheetahs and lions slept. We had to find patches of grass and if it was flat we knew they had been sleeping there. And from there we could somehow track them. I have a vivid memory of finding a flat patch of grass and laying there to get the full effect and to better my chances of finding the thief. As we traveled to different patches we finally came across a family of cheetahs. The baby calico kitten lay in Father Cheetah's mouth. In his lower lip. My human friends and I had to go and pull down his lip and get the baby kitten. Without getting bitten. And without the cheetah getting angry. Success. It was easy. And it was all slimy. We took it to the hospital bc it needed medical attention. I remember walking down the hall in the hospital and looking in each room and seeing animals. I passed one room that had a roaring lion in it. I thought about running for my life but then thought about how it could easily come out of its room and eat me. But if I just quietly walked by and smiled it would all work out. At one point I went into my friends room and she was straightening her hair. Nothing seemed to bother her. While I was confused and stressed from searching for the kitten, it was like a regular day for her. Just another Wednesday at the wild animal hospital in the jungle. In search for the baby kitten stolen by the cheetahs. It sort of gets fuzzy here. All I can recall is that before I woke up I was playing dodge ball in a big dark building with lots of people. They werent very good. And there might have been animals involved there too.

This video speaks to my heart. It should speak to yours. Here:

Goodbye, Space Program. No, not goodbye.