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Truth: Funny things I have done in church

30 May

1. Everyone is super quiet and I gasp extra loud. This Sunday the pastor challenged our community to be still for five minutes each day (no ipod..complete silence). What made me gasp was when he mentioned he wanted to gradually get to an hour of silence!

2. I used the force. When our church prays for people we stretch out our hands toward the people we are praying for. Every time I do this I feel like I am using the force (maybe I am).  

3. Responded to a rhetorical question. Yup, that would be me, the one is the middle raising her hand admitting to lying this week. Glad to know you. 

4. Laughed extremely loud at a mildly funny joke. It was a play on words I couldn’t help it.

5. Picture this everyone is seated. It is super quiet. Mr. Snail and I walk in late. I trip (in front of everyone). Everyone “acts like they didn’t see it”. I laugh at myself. It is still quiet. 

Every family has that one crazy aunt….glad to be of service.

Picture Me Domestic: Self Portrait Contest

25 May

Hi Friends,

Scrolling through my blogs this morning I came across this self portrait contest on The Letter 4.

 

I thought that it would be kinda fun to take a self portrait of me being domestic. That word domestic always makes me think of cows…random thought. Anyway, it took me a few hours to think of something fun and available (I couldn’t milk the cows because I don’t have any). This is what I came up with.

That screams domestic doesn’t it? I think so. I mean I can’t get more angelic than reading a Better Homes and Gardens magazine and snacking on Nutella.  Let me, let you in on a little insider knowledge that isn’t the store size Nutella. Oh no dear friends! That is the extra huge, I’m sharing with 30 of my closest friends size, except I don’t share with others unless I really like you or I am related to you and thereby obligated to keep relational peace.

So that’s me being domestic, greedily eating Nutella from the jar with my hands and reading.

Happy Friday

Advice from Laura 2.0

23 May

This picture is about 6 years old. I found it today as I was cleaning out some junk drawers. I looked at myself and thought what advice would I give myself if I could blast to the past. This is my advice:

Be courageous…wimpy doesn’t become you.

Your not fat eat the cake don’t count the calories. 

Enjoy the moment things happen so fast and then they are gone.

Don’t take your self too serious you born to be silly. 

Whatever the season of life you are in, thrive in that season. Don’t just get by. 

Give people second chances and thirds and fourths (keep counting) they are a student at life too. 

Give grace

Be creative. Don’t be afraid. Art is for you…an expression of you

Your husband is your best friend for life so play nicely

Give people high fives whenever you can (it makes them feel better).

Make friends with the butcher. He knows how to cook meat and he usually has some recipes up his sleeve.

Read your book .There will be time to clean and get groceries. You only have your “good eyes” for a little while. 

Make every action count. 

Don’t read bad books…seriously life is too short for that nonsense. 

Don’t be afraid to say no thank you, but always do so with a smile and a compliment. 

Laugh at yourself and other cute things you see along the way. 

Being alone feels strange at first, but being in your own company is the place that you find yourself. 

Do the best work you can whether it be at school, work, or volunteering. Never give anyone work that isn’t your best. 

Everything good I learned from my mom

8 May

Mother’s day is on Sunday and to be honest I ALWAYS have a hard time picking something out for my mom. My mom isn’t picky or anything like that. In fact, I think if I made her a painted macaroni magnet, she would proudly display it on her fridge and comment about to every visitor about her creative daughter. You laugh, but I am so serious.
The reason that it is so hard is because she is better than some basket of body spray and lotions. I don’t want to give her nothing at all, because quite frankly, that’s not my style. I am still on the search and if anyone has any ideas please let me know in the comments.

While wandering the aisles like a lost sheep, i started thinking about all the things I love about my mom. This post is dedicated to her.

My mom is amazing because…

She loves the library and taught me how to love it too. The library was our magical place. She would take us weekly and then we would have a McDonald’s picnic in the park. When we got home, she would read to us for what felt like hours. We would all fall asleep with the books as our bed.

She makes friends with everyone from the grocer to the janitor. I think her trick is she sees the good in everyone right from the start.

She is extremely patient. This is one quality that I haven’t mastered. I do admire it in her though.

She loves to laugh.

She spends time with God every morning not because she has to but because she wants to. (4AM early!!!)

She gives second chances, and third chances and nineteenth chances.

She is my number one fan. When I first started blogging she was only reader for a month. I didn’t want to let her down so I kept blogging so that she would have something to read.

She taught me to “always put your lips” on before your significant other comes home. Basically, smell good and put lip gloss on before you walk in the door. Has always worked for me.

She has her priorities straight and she doesn’t waver. I overheard a conversation once in which she interviewed for a job and they asked her what her to list her priorities in order of importance. She replied “God, my family then my career.” I will never forget that.

Her home is a place of rest. My friends would come over to hang out with my mom. Yeah…she’s that cool.

She is the person I look up to the most. She is the first person I call when I have a question, and I don’t trust Google to give me the right answer. My mom is the best no doubt about that.


Things I’m afraid to tell you

4 May

Made Under My Life wrote this post the other day and I have been thinking about it ever since. I thought that Jess was extremely brave to write that post. Her post challenged me to push past the glitter and frosting of my blog and allow readers to really get to know me. So like jumping into the pool without testing the water here we go.

Things I am afraid to tell you….

1. I don’t like to play competitive sports.I have been told that I am athletic so that isn’t the problem. The problem is when people start arguing over a play or the score. I get really nervous.

2. I have this secret insecurity that I am overweight. So when people talk about dieting I get the feeling I need to do it too. 

3. I am afraid to run. I used to run 3 plus miles every day, seven days a week. After a sports injury to both of my feet I’m afraid to hurt myself again.

Oh my gosh this post is hard to write..

4. I can’t cut straight. I am laughing at this one because it is kinda of goofy. Seriously, I can’t cut a straight line. My dear friends who have come over and tried to sew with me know this statement is true. 

5. I don’t like to measure when I am cooking. I like to estimate. I know there are some bakers and cooks out there shaking their heads at me and I know that you should measure but I am a risk taker.

6. When entering a room full of people I don’t know, I get nervous. You wouldn’t know this by observing me because I look like I am a social butterfly and as comfortable as a clam….but I’m not.

7. I pray over my dog, Darcy. I know this is silly too but I do. If I know we are going to be doing something that is going to be challenging for her, I pray about it.

8. I’m not the perfect little Christian girl you might have imagined. I mess up. I hurt my friend’s feelings. I don’t read my bible every day like some other more diligent committed folks I know. I gossip (insert shock face). I’m just a chick in need of grace and that’s my primary reason I NEED God.

9. Volunteering isn’t my favorite thing to do. Many times while volunteering I think to myself “I could be getting paid for this.”

10. I have a secret love of roller skating. I am not very good at it but I love it.

Only a few more to go..

11. I wish I had a better relationship with my grandmother. I act like I don’t care, but I do.

12. I really like nerdy things like board games and super hero movies. I don’t just do them because my husband like them….I secretly really enjoy doing nerdy things too.

13. Sometimes I pretend I am the main character in a movie and someone is following me around filming.

14. I love to make up songs about dumping out the trash or taking Darcy for a walk.

15. When I eat Kraft Mac and Cheese it just feels like home. I can picture me and my family sitting down laughing and munching on mac and cheese. I purposefully go down that aisle when shopping for groceries just to pass by the blue box and smile.

Wow, that post was a tough one to write. Le Fin.

I’m having a Me party

26 Apr

Typically, when I eat by myself I don’t really cook anything fancy. In all honesty I usually just grab a granola bar and some Naked juice and that’s that.

Today was different.

I don’t know if it was the gloomy weather outside or if it was Darcy doing everything possible to destroy my garden. Whatever the reason. I knew what had to be done.

I needed a “me party”.

Homemade Mexican Rice

Beef and Bean Burritos

Restaurant Salsa

Let’s just say I was the life of the party. (Insert cheesy joke here.)

The art of being still and knowing

23 Apr

“Be still and know that I am God”-Psalms 46:10

Funny how many times I find myself coming back to this very verse.  I can distinctly remember several occasions when I clung to this verse like a life preserver.

Occasion 1: The summer between middle school and high school. I sat in a bathroom stall all pumped up about rededicating my life to Christ. Thinking to myself…I am going to loose all of my friends because of this choice. Friends are a big deal during high school (just in case you forgot).

Occasion 2: Flash forward to college. I was filled with questions like… What if I can’t get that last class I need to finish my degree? Am I wasting my time going to school? Why don’t I have a boyfriend when everyone else does? Am I unattractive? Worries…worries….worries…

Occasion 3: Getting ready to walk down the aisle. At the time I didn’t know how to cook, or do anything domestic (kinda funny thinking back on that). My biggest question was “Oh God. What if I fail?”

Occasion 4: Getting on a plane with my husband (only three days into marriage) and flying to a state far away from anything familiar.   Not a single familiar face in the whole state.Crying alone in my one  bed room apartment pleading with God to show me how this fits into his plan for my life?

You see me and this verse we have a track record. In each of the above occasions I felt unsure of what the future may have in store for me. I wasn’t trusting in who I knew God was. I was only pointing out the circumstances and feelings that surrounded me and that can be a very lonely and scary place. Trust me, I know. I’ve been there more times then I care to remember.

That’s the beauty of this verse….it reminds me that even in the current ocean of problems, worries, or heartaches that God is still the same God he was yesterday, and the day before that, and a hundred and fifty seven days before that.

I beginning to understand that although my circumstances change, my worries about  the future change, and my friends and relationships change, God doesn’t change. God is the constant in my life. The one that never gives up on me no matter how much I want to give up. I have found that when I start to focus on the character of God rather than my problems I begin to see a beauty in the storms.