math homework making you cry is a thing right? like there’s a post about it somewhere on this website?
Crying over math homework together via Facebook chat is how my best friend and I became friends. Literally the only worthwhile thing I got out of my college math courses.
I do not even know how to process how much I love him.
Always. 😝 #tbt #boyfstagram
"I will keep you company until you go to sleep, ‘cause you’ve been everything good to me…"
Proof my fella supports and encourages my love for Matt Smith: this shirt was a surprise from him. ;)
Can we go somewhere and you wear this and I wear my 10 (David Tennant) of hearts shirt?
I would say “most definitely” but this shirt is too tight now! To quote Fergie though (you heard me), I’m “workin on my fitness” so, hopefully I can fix that!
So, lately, God and I have been struggling. Not fighting, just, like, not in the honeymoon phase anymore. And to be honest, it’s been like this for a while. Years. He hasn’t been absent. I look around all the time and see His work, His hand is how things have fallen together (and apart) for me. I am provided for, and God is good. But He’s also been.. quiet. And I’m at fault, I know that. I’ve been loud and busy and so, so stubborn.
Here’s the thing: I have a niece. She’s 3 and I am one of her favorite people. In fact, when asked who her favorite people are, I fall in the list just under Santa and her mom and just above Jesus (we’re working on that bit). Out of everyone on the planet, she chooses to spend any moment that we are in the same vicinity plastered to me. It’s intense and really, really cool. Protecting her and having her watch my every move is absolutely one of the most terrifying honors I’ve ever been trusted with. So, when she recently developed the habit of bringing me things she thinks are beautiful or special or unique, it was my supreme pleasure to be effusive and admiring. “Wow! That is so special! Just like you!” or “How beautiful! Where did you find that? Tell me about it!”
But the other day,as I was sitting outside while she found items to Show and Tell, she ran up to me and held out her grubby little fist. The same hands I had helped her carefully wash not an hour before were clenched so tight around a thick green piece of glass. The piece was triangular and sharp, and still lightly coated with the sticky, dried remnants of the beer it had no doubt contained. She was so excited to show me how beautiful the glass was. “Look, Beez! Look! It’s green like your favorite color!” I love to make this little one happy, but I couldn’t let her keep her treasure. I jumped to my feet and hurriedly told her to drop it. She listened, but her face just fell. I told her that the glass could cut her, that it was very pretty, but it just wasn’t something she could have. I don’t think she understood, but she can spot a losing argument a mile off.
Lately, I think that must be what God feels like toward me. I have been so frustrated lately. Things have fallen apart and I keep bringing God plans. “Look, God, look! Look at how wonderful this would be for me!” and He, in His way, has to say “No, it’s nice, but it’s not right. You can’t have it and I’m sorry that you don’t understand why yet.”
But my frustration comes from the fact that not only am I like a child showing God glass, but I’m not receiving direction about what I should be trying to treasure hunt instead. I have this incredibly strong and pervasive feeling. “You’re not where you should be. Things have fallen apart exactly how they should. Take heart. Move on. Move. Move. Move.” But to what? I am trying to quiet myself. To set down my glass, and open my hands up, instead, to what God wants to put there. I can’t play Show and Tell anymore. It’s Your turn. Show me. Tell me. I’m mobile, I’m stronger, I’m ready to listen.
So, here I am to listen, Lord.
Take heart. Move.
Reason #74864 why I love having at @elizabeez home: make tutorials whenever I want. Her make-up game is so strong. 💪💄💪 #sisterhangs
10) Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die- Panic! At The Disco
Favorite Tracks: Girls/Girls/Boys, Nicotine
9) The Speed of Things- Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr.
Favorite Tracks: Run, If You Didn’t See Me [Then You Weren’t On the Dancefloor], Mesopotamia
8) Opposites- Biffy Clyro
Favorite Tracks: Sounds Like Balloons, Biblical
7) Wildewoman- Lucius
Favorite Tracks: Two Of Us On The Run, Wildewoman, Tempest, How Loud Your Heart Gets
6) Let’s Be Still- The Head and The Heart
Favorite Tracks: Josh McBride, Let’s Be Still, Shake
5) Two of a Crime- Perma
Favorite Tracks: The Bat and The Cave, Little Light, Torch Song, Two of a Crime
4) DL Rossi- DL Rossi
Favorite Tracks: Strange Thing, 12 Step Plan, See This ThrougH
3) In A Tidal Wave of Mystery-Capital Cities
Favorite Tracks: Kangaroo Court, Farrah Fawcett Hair, I Sold My Bed But Not My Stereo
2) Water & Guns- Aaron Sprinkle
Favorite Tracks: Whisper Something, Giving Up The Gun, I’ve Missed You, So Contagious (cover)
1) Currents- Eisley
Favorite Tracks: Drink the Water, Shelter, Real World, Blue Fish
What made your list this year?
livin dat Converse lyfe. #blackfriday #retailworkersanonymous
Pray for our Luna today too. Waiting to hear from the vet about the possibility of her having lymphoma. 😢
@cabenner asked me to write down my dreams when I woke up after taking the sleep medicine the other night when I was sick. I did so at 6:45 that morning and then feel asleep again for a bit. I just remembered and found the my notes. I’m dying. 😂 #pianocopymachine
Had to bust out the winter jacket today. I’m not lovin it.
Life is weird.
"Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous." -P.G. Wodehouse