Thank you, Jesus.

I feel incredibly humbled and quieted by the love of my God. He, in all His glory, manages to relentlessly pursue me and display His great love for me.

I am nothing and yet You chose me.

Just another pair of shoes.

Edit: You can't treat people like things. Treat people like people.

Word vomit

I'll admit it. I miss you when I'm sick. Apart from your parents and mine, no one takes care of me the way you do. Gross. I can't even believe I put that in writing.


Oh, and I fixed Steph's blog link and removed Ivan's dead formspring link. Sorry for the delay!

It's a piece of cake.

Sometimes, you can be so far removed that you don't even remember anymore.

Demonstrate resolve, dangit.

(Note to self: One stride at a time. One task at a time. Breathe in, breathe out. Keep quiet but keep moving. And gag before you ever let tears well up in those chanks.)




"Lord, please help me."

Egg Butt Snaffle Bit

I wear one on my wrist as a reminder to myself.

(See James 3:3-12)

"No matter where you are, be there."

I remember my dearest Stephanie Baloy giving me this quote through the phone while I was spending a week in Kansas last January. Such a simple saying and yet something so difficult for me to master. My mind is always wandering, always spider-webbing or swirling. Anticipation can be kin to worry; reminiscing kin to nostalgia. But living wisely with expectant optimism can only produce gratitude and pave the way for better tomorrows and, perhaps, even a better me.

Time continues to roll, so I've decided that I need to do a better job at enjoying each moment and not looking too much into things that have gone before or may/will occur. Today I am enjoying an empty house, a good book, and checking off some things on my To-Do List :).