My Life:

Is amazing right now. I have never been so excited about what my future will bring. God will provide all I need...He is the filler of all voids....He blesses me daily...He lets me experience everything that I need to experience and some things I don't need to. He gives me beautiful sunrises at 6:30 in the morning. He wants me even though He doesn't need me. What more can I ask for right now?

So maybe.......

I think that I had one of the best weekends I have had in a long time

Good Friday

yay for GOD!! and yay for an actually good friday as well!!

or maybe i am just good at breaking things

or maybe it is unfixable

or maybe I don't know how to fix it

It's Broken...

But maybe I don't want to fix it

Good Day

my boss wasn't at work!!

YES!!!!

A Good Book

Every Thought Captive by Jerusha Clark

and yes...obviously I am done!!

I had a bad day..or two..or three..or four

So it happened today. It has been festering for like 4 months now. I finally flipped. My frustrations have just overwhelmed me completely. I never knew a bad day could really start at 845 in the morning. But believe me it can. I wanted to seriously hurt my boss today, all because of laundry. Have you ever wanted someone to just tell you something to your face and they won't. That is what started it all.

Hold me Daddy

Today at church was the best possible day to be at church. All the little kids sang songs for Palm Sunday. It was amazing. One kid sneezed and snot was all over...running down his face. Luckily, his dad came to the rescue. His father rushed up to the front of the church and used his bare hand to wipe the little boys face. It was so cute, yet hilarious at the same time. Then a little girl stayed in her daddy's arms the whole service. She just leaned her head on his shoulder and she looked as if nothing could be done to her to cause her harm. She knew she was safe. Her daddy had her. Then, right in front of me, there was a little boy singing with his dadThe dad had his arm around his son and the little boy had his arm around his father. It was so very cute.

It made me remember all the times that I wanted to be my daddy's little girl. And believe me I was. I was spoiled beyond comprehension. I loved the days I got to go to work with my dad and ride around in his truck with him. Granted he worked with smelly cattle, I still loved it. It made me feel wanted and loved. And I know that he enjoyed my company, even if I did get in the way sometimes. I wanted to be just like him. I wanted to be his little farmer girl.

I was his little girl then, and I am still his little girl now. He worries about me constantly. Always wants me to come home. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all this but deep down at least I know he cares. And that he still wants me to be his little girl. I miss the feeling of being 5 years old. I miss it so much. I wish I could just go home and say, "Daddy, let me go to work with you".

"Daddy, you broke my heart"

This is what a little girl in Hastings said this afternoon. She said it because she wanted a bookmark and her daddy told her she didn't need one. I found it slightly humorous because her mother told her that there are many other things that will break her heart, but not a bookmark.

I just stood there a thought about it. If only I worried about bookmarks. If a bookmark could be the only thing that broke my heart, my life would seem so much easier. If that little girl only knew what life would throw at her. What would she do if she knew life wasn't only about which bookmark was the most beautiful.

I'm DONE!

I think that is just the only way it can be

I JUST REALIZED...

that I hate my social work policy professor. honestly who gives you assignments that you don't know how to do? and then when trying to tell you how to do it, she tries to be a vague as possible. i mean i am so sorry that i have never written a letter to the senator or a congressman...or given a testimony over a piece of legislation. tell me please..who does this on a regular basis? not me!! i would understand if i had done all this before, but teachers can't be vague if no one in class knows what to do.

I Want to Fall in Love With You

In open fields of wild flowers,
she breathes the air and flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses
in no simple language
Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all
He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close a heartbeat or a song on her lips
Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him
Someday He'll call her and she will come running
and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll
pray,

"I want to fall in love with You"

Sitting silent wearing Sunday best
The sermon echoes through the walls
A great salvation through it calls to the people
who stare into nowhere, and can't feel the chains on their souls

He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips
Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him
Someday He'll call us and we will come running
and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll
pray,

"I want to fall in love with You"

It seems too easy to call you "Savior",
Not close enough to call you "God"
So as I sit and think of words I can mention
to show my devotion

"I want to fall in love with You"

"my heart beats for You"

~Jars of Clay

I am HOME!!!

It is good to be home.....and believe me, there is nothing like staying up till like 4 and then getting up at 9 and then driving home for 4 VERY long hours. But I am an impressive speedster. It only took me 3 hours and 55 minutes to get home from Kearney. Wow! that is a record for me, wait I do believe it would have to be a record because I don't think I have ever been to Kearney before!!

I love what God shows me.... I had a long boring and lonely drive home. But you want to know what he let me see? Some amazingly green grass!!!!