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the worst picture taker on the face of the earth!

I spent most of Memorial Day weekend hanging out in South Carolina with Amanda, David and the fam.  We had tons o’ fun.  Went to a little festival in downtown Seneca, went to their cool church, rode jet skis.  But do I have any fun pictures of those things?  Negative.  Behold my one documentation of the weekend…

Good one right?  You really get a feel for everything we did just by looking at this solitary photo.  And don’t be fooled…this takes a lot of practice.  Not everyone can capture the awesomeness of an entire trip in just one picture.  Mama always said I was special.

I just saw some app on facebook that reminded me of something I used to LOVE when I was a kid…garbage pail kids!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I collected these in my sticker book right along side my unicorn and Lisa Frank stickers.  Interesting dichotomy there, but we’ll save that therapy session for another time.

These are a few that I distinctly remember having:)

Tom Thumb was my favorite…cause I sucked my thumb when I was little…and us thumb suckers stick together.

While I found these stickers hilariously cute; I find this trailer for a Garbage Pail Kids Movie very disturbing.  I had no idea this even existed.  Good thing…I think it would’ve given me nightmares back in my thumb sucking days.

when I used to update my blog everyday?  Those were the good ole days huh?

I went to see one of my friends last night who just had a precious little girl.  Actually she had her a few weeks ago, but I’m a bad friend and just got over there to see them for the first time last night.  They also have an almost two year old little boy who told me no less than 355 times about how he does NOT like the big cows at Chickfila.  
Annnnywho…after dinner we moved into the living room and he started running in circles around the chair I was sitting in.  About 10 laps into his marathon he paused right in front of me.  I figured he was catching his breath…or maybe regaining his balance…or pausing to relive the horror of the Chickfila cows.  But then he ripped one right on my leg and all those theories flew out the window.  After he finished marking his territory he resumed his circles around my chair.  Nice one kid…preciate that:)   

I’ve told yall my story before, but here it is again…in a different way. 

Wandering in the dark
wondering who cared
cowering in the corner
a child scared.

So I put on my mask
played the part
a perfect cheerleader
with a hidden and bleeding heart.

Blind but not knowing
cause I’d never seen
dead but not caring
cause I’d never breathed.

Drink it down
smoke it up
trying
just to be cool enough.

Dating this boy and that boy
on down the line
giving away pieces
of something that wasn’t mine.

Don’t get me wrong
it was all great fun
but at the end of the day
I just wanted life to be done.

And then it was
not for me but for her
and something
inside of me started to stir.

Slowly
but all at once
in an instant
but taking months.  

A light broke through
I could see
first his perfection
then my need.

Compared to him
I was so unclean
what made me think
I could stand before a king?

So I knelt before him
even that not from me
then he did something
interesting.

He stepped down from his throne
put his robe on my back
instantly filling up
everything I lacked.

Amazing grace
that I can’t put into words
something I’d been told
yet never heard.

From that point on
things were different
not easier
but now I was confident. 

I knew what I was here for
knew who’s I was
I knew he loved me
cause his word says he does.

I love to think about that time
so many years ago
and when the darkness tries to sneak back in
this I know

I was chosen
before the foundation of the earth
and neither my works nor my sanity
give me my worth.

The king gives me my worth
the one from back then
and he’ll always be
cause he’s always been. 

For Mother’s Day my mom wanted red velvet cupcakes.  I’ve tried ten million different recipes and they all end up being pretty dry.  I’ve added more oil and that helps, but then after about a day they taste…oily.  What to do?  What to do?

A Christian woman does not put her hope in her husband, or in getting a husband.  She does not put her hope in her looks or her intelligence or her creativity.  She puts her hope in the promises of God.  She is described in Proverbs 31:25 "Strength and dignity are her clothing and she laughs at the time to come."  She laughs at everything the future could bring because she hopes in God.
She looks away from the troubles and miseries and obstacles of life that seem to make the future bleak, and she focuses her attention on the sovereign power and love of God who rules in heaven and does on earth whatever he pleases.  She knows her bible, and she knows her theology of the sovereignty of God, and she knows his promise that he will be with her and will help her and strengthen her no matter what.  This is the deep, unshakable root of Christian womanhood.

-John Piper

I have a thing for guys in hats.  Only I wish guys still wore cool hats like back in the day. 

I mean, tell me that’s not cool!

I don’t know what it is…these kinds of hats are just…manly.  

And there’s your random thought for the day.

cakes comin’ out the ying yang.