Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Psalm 103

  Let all that I am praise the Lord;
      with my whole heart, I will praise his holy name.
  Let all that I am praise the Lord;
      may I never forget the good things he does for me.
  He forgives all my sins
      and heals all my diseases.
  He redeems me from death
      and crowns me with love and tender mercies.
  He fills my life with good things.
      My youth is renewed like the eagle’s!
  The Lord gives righteousness
      and justice to all who are treated unfairly.
  He revealed his character to Moses
      and his deeds to the people of Israel.
  The Lord is compassionate and merciful,
      slow to get angry and filled with unfailing love.
  He will not constantly accuse us,
      nor remain angry forever.
  He does not punish us for all our sins;
      he does not deal harshly with us, as we deserve.
  For his unfailing love toward those who fear him
      is as great as the height of the heavens above the earth.
  He has removed our sins as far from us
      as the east is from the west.
  The Lord is like a father to his children,
      tender and compassionate to those who fear him.
  For he knows how weak we are;
      he remembers we are only dust.
  Our days on earth are like grass;
      like wildflowers, we bloom and die.
  The wind blows, and we are gone—
      as though we had never been here.
  But the love of the Lord remains forever
      with those who fear him.
   His salvation extends to the children’s children
     of those who are faithful to his covenant,
      of those who obey his commandments!
  The Lord has made the heavens his throne;
      from there he rules over everything.
  Praise the Lord, you angels,
      you mighty ones who carry out his plans,
      listening for each of his commands.
  Yes, praise the Lord, you armies of angels
      who serve him and do his will!
  Praise the Lord, everything he has created,
      everything in all his kingdom.
   Let all that I am praise the Lord.

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reminding myself of how i ought to be praising him.
in this psalm alone it says it so many times - "let all that i am praise the Lord."
but reminding myself will not do me much good if i then do not choose to praise him.
the state of my heart is too often such disaster that i don't just praise him for who he is,
that i don't just gladly praise him out of love and adoration for him.
and for this i am in need of much forgiveness.
so this is another prayer of my heart - for my heart to be continually changing and softened.

i'm praying that i will not harden my heart as he is calling.
i'm praying that as he is calling, i will have ears to hear his voice.
that i will recognize his voice. recognize his care for me.

Listen, O heavens! Pay attention, earth!
this is what the Lord says:
"The children I raised and cared for have rebelled against me. Even an ox knows it's owner, and a donkey recognizes its master's care - but Israel doesn't know its master.
My people don't recognize my care for them."
Isaiah 1:2-3

i read this a few days ago and it hit me.
i pray to know my master. to recognize his care for me.
to put aside my rebellion and worship him.

Today when you hear his voice, don't harden your hearts as Israel did when they rebelled.
Hebrews 3:15

i'm praying for understanding as i read about his compassion and mercy.
about his forgiveness and unfailing love.
how he is slow to get angry and how will not constantly accuse me or stay angry with me forever.

i need to remind myself of these things and take them to heart. know that they are true and believe them.
they are not just words on a page. they are truth.

what the heck don't i understand about these things? why don't i just get it?!

i liked "The Lord is like a father to his children, tender and compassionate to those who fear him."

i pray to have the right kind of fear for him.
and to know and accept the kind of love he has for me - love like a father would have for his child.
what gets me is that i know the love of an earthly father. i have been so blessed with a dad who loves me and goes out of his way to do special things for me just to show that he cares. but for some reason, i don't see God like this. nevermind the ultimately more because God's love is so much greater than my dad's love for me ever could be.

so i pray to know him.
i pray to diligently seek him that way i can actually know him.

i pray for my heart.
that he will be diligently working on it.
taking it out. giving me an extreme makeover - heart addition.
tearing things down. rearranging things. cleaning it up. removing the mess and ugly.
and rebuilding into something new.
something beautiful simply because he is the one rebuilding it.

this verse gives me much hope.
Then I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you will be clean. Your filth will be washed away and you will no longer worship idols. And I will give you a new heart, and I will put a new spirit in you. I will take out your stony, stubborn heart and give you a tender, responsive heart. and I will put my spirit in you so that you will follow my decrees and be careful to obey my regulations.

so have at it, Lord. sprinkle the water on me and make me clean. wash away my filth and help me as i work on this whole idol worship thing. please give me this new heart you talk about, and this new spirit. Take my old, stubborn and stony heart out. remove it - i don't need it. and replace it with this tender, responsive heart you talk about. place the new spirit in me so that i will follow your decrees and be careful to obey your regulations.

amen.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

My {lack of} love life

is pretty humorous at times.
pretty dang humorous.

well after the fact. like when some time has gone by and i can actually think about it and laugh.
but just moments after an incident has occurred, it is too embarassing for me to even think about and i often cringe at just how awkward and nervous i was.

i will recap just an example of this from earlier in the summer:

out to dinner with a friend in Boston. after dinner we head to a random local bar to finish watching the rest of the Bruins game. i am in no way wanting to pick up a guy. after all, i'm at a random bar. it was the middle of the week. what's the chance i'll meet anyone anyways? it is in no way even on my mind! so of course the oneee time i'm not thinking about it, randomly a guy starts talking to me and before i know it, it's been over an hour. he and his friend are just talking to me and Jess. and it was actually nice. nice conversation. i wasn't acting like a complete fool. i was actually a piece of myself - joky, sarcastic. i wasn't overwhelmed by my nervousness and this made it enjoyable. i couldn't believe how natural (as natural as can be in a bar, i guess) the conversation happened. they seemed like nice guys. guys that were just innocently fun to hang out with and talk with.

so it's getting late. we are all about to leave. i should have known it was coming (this is what happens in the normal world, Virginia) - one of them seemed really into me (again, as into someone as you can be just having met them in a bar an hour ago) and so he asks for my number.
me, being Virginia Rose D'Olimpio - having never given out my number and having never just talked to a random guy in a random bar - i freak a little. i am SO reluctant to give out my number. my thoughts go something like "what?! give out my number? what's the point - you live in California anyways. you're a guy. i don't even date. i cannot get a phonecall from a random guy on the phone! how awkward! i will die. (of embarassment at my awkwardness) and anyways, christians don't give out their numbers to random men, do they? is that alright? is that a sin? WWJD"

haha. ohhh brother. talk about psycho

so i sort of grab for jessica's arm for some sort of comfort. literally. i grab it and hold it
(again, can you say p-s-y-c-h-o)
and what stinks about this is that as much as i respond externally to my internal thoughts, no one else but meeeee can see those internal thoughts. i seem to always forget this. and then i do something or say something and people don't understand me. and then when i go into my virginia-like, very lloonngg and confusing explanation, that only makes things worse.

so i forget that this kid doesn't know me. he doesn't know i don't date. (not that i don't want to - just that it isn't a normal occurence for me. and by normal i mean any kind of occurrence for me. but hey! i'm workin on this) and so he also doesn't know i don't give out my number because i have never really thought about what it would mean to give out my number. and all the logistics. how maybe it is not thatt bad/evil/sinnish. if only i had had that dang conversation with Katy the day before meeting this kid instead of the day after during our lunch break, maybe i would have more normally given him my number.
but instead, i clutched on to jess some more. looking to her for comfort and relief saying "i don't do this." kind of like "jess! help a sista out!! you know i don't do this..." and then back to the poor guy who i actually did enjoy talking to and under more normal circumstances (like me not being Virginia and him not living in California) i would have given my number to w/o hesitation and gone out on a date if the occassion ever arose.

so on to the [even more] embarassing part.
i may or may not have said something about him getting in touch with me through facebook.

ya. i now know you don't do that! you just don't use facebook. you either reject or give your number.

and then i may or may not (out of my nervousness) told him that my number was the rejection hot line and then said "just kidding."

but to me...that was not me rejecting! that was actually me (relucantantly - YES!) but willingly giving him my number. and then me being myself with the jokes.
but does he know that? no! because he does not know me.

so point of the story - the freaking Jonas Bro look-alike kid never called me. all that work and not one call/text! what's up with that?!
did he feel rejected even before doing the real work and getting up the guts to call me and then me not answer or something? if so - be a man! call the girl! risk the rejection!
orrrr, is he just a guy and got my number cause he felt it necessary after talking to me for a while. if so, spare me the time! don't talk to me then! and it would ahve been totally fine if you left w/o asking for my number. if i really wanted it i'm sure in some odd world i would have asked for it.
or did my freakishly awkward behavior tell him to run before it was too late.

who the heck knows.

another point: i have a long way ahead of me. it makes me laugh. it really does.
i know i have many more awkward and nervous days/moments ahead of me.
but i guess that is just a part of life and interacting with men for me.
i'm nervous and scared. and it takes me a while for me to feel like myself and be my normal joking/fun/loud/silly dancing/making friends laugh - self.

this is just a glimpse into the life of a 14 year old teen stuck in the body of a 23 year old woman.
or at least on the road to woman becoming a woman.

for now all i can do is laugh.

more to come about another story that took place today at work.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Still Thankful

  • loving this song "Forever Reign" by Hillsong. but listening to a version by Kristian Stanfill. we sang it at church today and tears started streaming from my eyes as it starts out "you are good, you are good, when there's nothing good in me."
  • loving my new pup Misty Mist. she's so sweet and is just a love bug. one of my new favorite things to do is come home and plop down on the kitchen floor so she can plop down on me like she's a lap dog...even though she isn't. and i just rub her belly and kiss her. and i love mornings when i yell to my mom for her to open my door and Misty comes running in, jumping up on my bed and plopping down on my head and we just cuddle. truly. lots of kisses are given by both of us and i cherish these moments.
  • loving that it's summer time. enjoying boating and jet skiing and sun tanning and spending time with my family and friends. it's been really special. i'm still so thankful to be home and am still in disbelief (almost) when i think about my last summer compared to this summer. i am just so thankful for this "season" of joy and specialness with my family and i am going to take it and continue to be thankful for it!
yesterday while on the boat i hear my brother say "oh - my - word" and i almost die. just because it is so untypical to his usual language. so i smile big inside because i know he must have got that from me and then i laugh. and then i say "did you just say 'oh my word?'" and then his friend Mike goes "Ya! and he's been saying 'DANGIT' a lot too."
and so i laughed some more. because he obviously got that from me too.
and because just a few days ago i heard him say 'dangit' myself and for some reason it just made me smile inside. i really do love him.
i love that when he's out having fun on the jet ski we all just look at him and say "look at him and his smirk. he has no changed one bit since he was a kid."

  • loving warm weather and working in Boston and lunch breaks with old and new friends/coworkers.
  • loving seeing my mom enjoying her summer and her days. especially especially thankful for the joy she is experiencing. praying it will continue to surround her. and loved seeing my dad taking pictures of us all having fun on the island yesterday. it was really special. i'm really thankful for the hope only Jesus can bring - to our brokenness and darkness and for the power he has to restore and bring beauty from pure mess
  • praying for change to be happening within my heart. praying for my gaze to be shifted from the things i tend to worship - to above. praying for just a glimpse of God's glory and just a taste of relationship with him so that it keeps me coming back for more. praying for a better understanding of the depth of my sin and wretchedness while also praying for a better understanding of the depth of grace and love i receive despite my filth. praying for more intentionality
  • looking forward to a wedding this weekend. to seeing one of my good friends marry her best friend this weekend and being a part of the celebration. glad to be sharing it with other friends and excited to be wearing that tangerine dress of mine
i was on a positive roll here but just have to add a negative. i was just playing with my hair as i am typing and i come across something hard that makes me think "what is that?!" and so i pull it out only to drop it immediately because it was a bug! NOT COOL! how in the world did a beetle get in my hair and how long was it in there for?!? disgusting! now i'm just a bit paranoid and checking my head for more bugs

reminds me of the time Becca woke up with gunk in her hair wondering how in the world it got there and what in the world it was. only to find out jenn, while i think giving her a massage or doing somethinggg nicee.......had sneakishly placed chocolate chips in her hair. apparently forgetting to tell her/take them out, becca was already asleep with them in her head and woke up pretty concerned. it was really funny :) brings back such good memories living in 351 :)

thankful to be on a thankful note. praying i will be able to remember this time or season of "relief" or "joy" when the sometimes crummy comes along. and also praying that in those times of crummy i will still know there is much to be thankful for and reason to praise - not just when things are nice.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Reflections on my Babe Lightning


Lovely Lightning:

Lightning, I’ll pretend you are human and I’ll write this to you, as I reflect on all the years spent with you. But then again, you pretty much were human – as stubborn as can be. You were human because you just “knew” sometimes. You knew like a human would, when things weren’t good. You just were almost human, it’s so hard to explain. Out of all our dogs, you were most like human and a part of the family, and least like just our pet.

So I reflect on the past 14 and ½ years. Just how routine it was to see you everyday. And that’s why it’s so sad coming in the house after leaving you at the vet and not seeing you. I was looking for you on the dining room floor or on the couch but you were nowhere to be found. It’s so odd and sad.

Man. I don’t remember much about you when you were a pup. I do remember I was in the 3rd grade and I think one time I took you out in the driveway and dropped you or something. And I was afraid I was going to get in trouble so I don’t think I told anyone.

I remember that once in your day, you were skinny and buff! But that soon faded as you aged and we got other dogs and your main concern was food. You fought for it and were so concerned. This I never understood because it was not as though you have never been fed before and or that you weren’t ever going to be fed again. You eventually became very plump. Fat, actually. No offense. And then you even became lumpy. Why? I have no idea. Tumors? Maybe! Who the heck knows. I just know you acquired quite a few pounds and lumps along the way.

And I remember you also used to have dark brown spots but I can’t seem to remember them very well. It’s hard to believe you were once skinny and not graying unless I look back at old pictures and say “dang! You’ve aged!”

I remember when you were younger and you’d sleep with me, you’d do this weird digging thing with your paw to make me move my legs so you could sleep right in the middle of them! It was very uncomfortable actually, but because I loved you so much I’d always put up with the discomfort to have you so close to me. And you were comfortable, so that was that.

I loved so much that you ALWAYS knew when things weren’t ok. Maybe that’s what all dogs do but then again it’s not what Scoob and Gracie did so I think you were just special. Like mom was saying to you earlier, you always knew when she was feeling sad and you’d just come to her and be by her side and kiss her. And the same with me. You’d sometimes kiss me or even paw me/claw me down just so you could get those kisses in to wipe away my tears. Dang you were special. Truly. What a blessing you were.

And when things got rough in the house and loud and a little out of control with fighting, you’d always come running in my room shaking on the bed. You hated when we fought.

You also HATED, despiseddddd baths. Come on Lightning! You were always such a baby, it was unbelievable. One sound of the word “bath” and you were up shaking and running out of the room. We’d have to almost hold you down in the bathroom and bribe you with a bajilion bones.

And your ears! “Lightning…I’m gonna clean your ears!!” and up you went running again, as though it was torture for you. Maybe it was. But it just doesn’t seem so bad. Sometimes we’d say it to you just to mess with you and it was funny. Sorry for that. You were just too much of a baby though, it was hard to resist.

You know what I loved? Seeing John come home and everyday, you were the first one he greeted. And that’s what he was saying he was going to miss about you most. That there’s no one else you come home to that is always excited to see you. But you Lightning, you were that one thing.

Remember you used to get so excited to see us that you’d wag your tail so hard and intensely that it would bleed from hitting the kitchen stove? You poor thing! We’d have to try to calm you down once we saw the tip of your tail all bloody.

Oh and gosh! Remember you’d stinkin PEE ON MY BED from excitement when John thought it was funny to show his friends “hey look guys, I can get my dog to pee on my sister’s bed when she’s really excited and it’s so funny…look” and then he’d say something like “Lightning! PEE ON VIRGINIA’S BED. PEE ON VIRGINIA’S BED” and our came the pee, onto my bed. Ya, disgusting! Thanks Lightning! NOT! I wonder just how many mattresses I had because of you. Either tearing them to pieces or peeing on them.

I was often annoyed at this but really loved that whenever I had my friends over you always had to come out from mom and dad’s room and be with me and my girlfriends! You were just one of the girls. You loved us and loved being a part of all the excitement.

Remember when you used to HUMP my PILLOW? Ya, I do! Lightning, you are a girl. Why are you humping?

I remember the time one of John’s friends thought it would be funny to put the pool triangle thing around your head. Well that was funny only until you decided to try to walk down the attic stairs with it on and ended up falling down the stairs. And then mom and dad come running out all mad and I think make everyone leave and I don’t even remember how they got it off your head.

Speaking of your head, you poor thing. Just how many times did you have to go to the vet for either some ear problems or because your sister decided she wanted to attack you to the point of almost killing you, over like a water bottle, and you were left with holes all over your poor head. I really thought you were going to die that last fight.  I think will always be the most horrific thing I have ever witnessed. I’m so glad you didn’t die that day, but instead hung around for almost 3 more years. I swear this is what you were thinking towards Grace that day “LISTEN BII--ATTCH!! I ain’t going anywhere!! Attack me all you want but this was my home first!” and then you hung on until somehow, miraculously, she let go. And then since then, you’ve stubbornly hung on because I don’t think you could bare the idea of leaving us. And now I don’t know how I can think about life without you.

You just make up my childhood. I can’t think of my life without you. You are and always have been a part of it. You’ve been around for more than half of it and now it’s so sad to think about you not here.

But I’m left with a piece of you, always. In my heart, that’s for dang sure, but also all around your room. Why’s that you may ask? It’s because I have your freaking white fur infested ALL over my room. I came home to see it on my dark blue pillow today and was reminded of how sad it’s going to be to not have you around. Part of me was annoyed that after living in Amherst all these years and for the first time ever, having a bed w/o the smell of dog and the fur as evidence, I now had to deal with it all over again. But as much as I wasn’t the biggest fan of those things, I wouldn’t ever take back all the times sleeping in a bed with you for a nice and always fresh smelling bed. So ya, I’ll be reminded of you for the next who even knows how long because I bet even if I move out someday I will still be finding your fur all over my things. I would find it at college. I swear sometimes I would be eating in the dining common and look down and be like “how is Lightning’s fur on my food?!? Here? In Amherst!” It just traveled far.

You know that sometimes I felt bad for how pathetic you looked and must have felt with that dang huge-ash cone on your head! It musta been embarrassing, huh? For all the other dogs to walk by and look through the gate and be like “what’s up with her? Why is she always having to wear that cone? Wait…wasn’t she in that last summer too?” – ya, you were. But it’s cause you loved to attack your rear end area until you would bleed and have no more fur and raw, so that was the only solution. Although I’m sure it wasn’t the only solution. I’m sure you could have been bathed more or had some flee medicine or something but it sure did do it’s job, just at the expense of your reputation.

Oh man I’m just thinking of the summer and how odd it will be to not have you in the backyard anymore. Always annoyingly crying by the picnic table for some meat. Always running around and lately within the past couple years, panting and resting a lot more. But when you weren’t lounging you were always eating grass and trying to catch flies. That kept you in shape.

And the hose! It was so fun spraying you with the hose because you always loved it so much. You loved being sprayed in the mouth and attacking the water. You’d come leaping for it sometimes. I can just hear your teeth hitting e/o as you’d bite down on the water. You loved to do that. That, and wait for the water from the pool to come overflowing from the filter and we’d yell at you to stop drinking it.

You went in that pool a few times, but were never a fan, as much as I wanted you to be.

And summer days eating popsicles. I loved sharing my popsicles with you. And feeding you your bones. And always asking you to sit and give me your paws. You were good.

Lightning, you really were the best with our other animals. Well especially when they were puppies/kittens. You were always momma Lightning. I always thought you would have made the best momma dog, you just had those instincts. It has been especially fun seeing you interact with our new kitten and watching you play with her. I’m glad I have those videos I took on my ipod most recently, just licking the cat to death. And I always loved seeing you interact with Oreo. I think one of the saddest things right now is thinking of Oreo later, wanting to come in the house looking for you. To cuddle with you and lay in between your two front paws just so he is as close to you as he can be. He’s fresh sometimes and not so friendly to the kitten, but with you! I swear he thinks you’re his mom or something. You’d always let him suck your mouth until the point of being too annoyed and then you’d get up and move. He loves you. I’m thankful for some of the cutest pictures of you guys literally spooning.

Even though I hated letting you out in the middle of the night (not like I had to do it often, I’ve been gone for so long now, but even still—letting you out can be so annoying!) I sure will miss it now that you’re gone. Although you took the longest time! You took your sweet time doing who knows what and sometimes I’d have to go out and retrieve you and grab your collar, yelling at you probably. You never seemed to care when I told you to hurry up.

I still keep thinking about a few days ago when I was taking a shower and a couple fireworks go off. I finish my shower and open the curtain to you! Just sitting on the bathroom floor cause you must have gotten scared so you somehow banged the door open. I was not expecting you there at all! But it was a nice surprise.

I loved kissing you. Especially your ears, when they were cold. Probably to the point of annoyance for you. And I loved blowing in your face until you tried to bite my tongue. It was so cute. We always had so much fun.

I’m just gonna miss you so much. Your presence in the house. It won’t be the same without you. But I’m so thankful for all the joy you’ve brought. I just never expected this day to come, silly as it seems. Well actually I felt like it would be coming soon, but I just can’t believe all of a sudden you’re not here. I knew your time was coming, you were getting up there! You were definitely a grandma. But I just can’t believe it.

I’m glad you were outside with us as we were playing badmitten last night. I knew there was no way we were going to all be outside without you. That’s the thing. You were so stubborn you’d cry til you got your way. And because you were so annoying and loud when you cried and didn’t let up, we’d always just give in.

I remember just a couple weeks ago you trying to get on my bed but couldn’t. And even though I tried to help you, right before I grabbed you to give you a lift it was as though you just knew it was too much. And in the same exact second, it was so odd, we both thought to go get your bed. So you walked over to it in the living room as if to sleep out there but I dragged it into my room and plop you went. You slept on my floor for the night. But I’m thankful (as much as I was annoyed at the time because you’d wake me up from my precious sleep) for the times in the past few weeks where you’d come in and cry for some help up on my bed. It was so odd seeing you like that. It was so evident you had aged. And sometimes I would laugh because you looked so pathetic as your legs wiggled and I wouldn’t even be able to help you I was laughing so hard. But then other times I’d be like “come on babe. Just jump up, I’ll help ya.”

For some reason I called you “babe.” Don’t ask me why, but I did. I don’t know when I started but it just came out. And I remember thinking “man I hope I can call a man babe sometime. And that it sounds just as normal as me calling you babe” haha

I will miss you dearly, my lovely Lightning. I will miss coming home to you. I will miss getting down on the floor to just lay with you and kiss you. I will miss your eyes. I’m sure I’ll miss you trying to get food from the cabinet as I’m looking for a snack, as much as that annoyed me too. Dang, you sure did annoy me. But I just have so much love for you because of it. And you will be missed by so many more. SO many more.

But I have loved you and have a place for you in my heart. And I am thankful for the possibility of a new place in my heart for a new addition to our family. Never to replace you, but only for another chance to love another dog like we have loved you. Because it has been a true joy and gift.

I’d say you have had a pretty dang good life. Lots of food. LOTS of food. Many steak tips stolen from the table when we weren’t looking. And many more given to you as you sat by our side waiting for all the scraps or fatty pieces that me and mom wouldn’t eat. You were spoiled, that’s for sure.

That’s all I can think of for now. I love you lightning. And sure do hope there are some wet noses at the pearly gates, yours being one of them.

Thanks for the gift you have been. And thanks for the unconditional love you have given. For that I am truly thankful.

And while I’m thinking of the positive, I’m thankful to have been home and not in Amherst when this happened. And I’m especially thankful to have all gone as a family to see you off.

Love you babe,

your sister.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Thankful, Thankful, Thankful

just a list of some things i have been so truly thankful for in the past few weeks.

  • a stinkin JOB! a real, adult job. in Boston. with just a short 30 minute commute door to door. walking to the train station and seeing the beach everyday. not waking up sad at the thought of going to work but waking up energized with the sun in my room, ready for the day. working with a friend. seeing people throughout my day and going for walks during my HOUR LONG lunch break. hour long lunch breaks. delicious lunches. laughing/smiling at the thought of having a job and working with Katy everyday after a whole year of joking about it every time i saw her. a really nice interview with such an odd feeling of peace afterward and a trip to finagle a bagel thinking "man i could get used to this!" and then getting hired! being able to decorate my desk area with jars for my pens and pictures. meeting new girls at work.
  • living at home. just a year ago this time my world seemed to be crumbling. the thought of home and my family seemed so scary and seemed to be breaking. i feared the worst. i feared i wouldn't have the typical "family" that i was so used to and valued. i feared never having a place to go home to. i feared how my heart would react to that, being full of such hatred and bitterness and lack of forgiveness. but God is capable of taking the broken and glueing the pieces back together. he takes the disgustingly ugly and somehow, miraculously makes it beautiful again. i've seen him so that with friendship before, and it seems he has done it with my family (or so i pray) and i'm thankful for that. i'm thankful to be home. i'm thankful to be with my parents and my brother. i'm thankful to wake up on the holiday and be asked by John if i wanna go for a ride to the tool store with him. i'm thankful for affection from my parents and to have parents who truly care and love me. i'm just thankful to be home, and for that i'm thankful for! 
  • i'm thankful for the sweetest year i couldn't have even came up with if i tried to imagine, living with my dear friends and roomies Kait and Jenn. i'm thankful for last summer and how fun it was. to have Katy living there. to have Allie there for some time. for the time at puffers, for the times on the porch, for the walks. for the place our home was and how the doors were always open to visitors. for how pretty and cutely decorated it was. for all the meals prepared and eaten together. for ALL the laughs, ALL the pranks, ALL the silly and ridiculous things that happened. for my friends understanding my humor and enjoying it and joining in with me. for all the freakin dance parties and all the dance moves learned. for all the preparation for Matt&Ashley's wedding that we all practiced for which was the beginning of all the dancing craziness. for all the times at the ABC playing pool. for coming home everyday to two awesome friends and sharing about our days and being listened to. for all the encouragement. for all the love. for all the fun. for a beautiful and colorful room. for all the crafts worked on in that house. for all the times we just sat and laughed watching Golden Girls. for all of our lists of fun things to do and then crossing each thing off as we accomplished them. for it being Becca and Katy's home away from home. for the day we moved in and all the help we got, i still can't forget that day and the service of our friends. for being woken up my last morning in the house to Kait and Jenn blaring Justin Bieber and squirting me with squirt guns. and then crying. i'm tearing up as i type now. for just a beautiful year of such sweet friendship and company that cannot be put into words. there were so many things i loved about the year there and so much of it was all the little things that are slipping my memory now. for 351 Main Street and all that it meant to me my 5th year living in Amherst.
  • being by the ocean!! walking the beach and smelling the smell of the ocean.
  • all the potential for summer as it is just beginning. all the excitement for boating and sun tanning and tubing and JET SKIING!! and camping on the island and ice cream eating and sitting outside late. that it gets dark so late now. for the joy summer brings to my year. for nights at the yacht club just sippin some wine on the deck and looking into Boston. for all the BBQs and all the beach days. 
  • for the hope i feel at the thought of connecting with God and really working on some things
  • colorful furniture and inspiring people and blogs
  • a sweet last day at Sue's where the kids who do not usually show up on Thursdays came for one final lunch with me. they all made me cards and it was just so sweet. hugging some of the kids i had to hold back the tears or they would have just kept streaming down my face. and a gift card that all the parents chipped in for me where they treated me to $125 to ANTHROPOLOGIE!!

Friday, May 6, 2011

the things they say... {continued}

often when i'm with the kiddos and they say something ridiculously funny i run for a piece of paper and pen and jot it down. then i put that piece of paper in my wallet so i can share the silly sayings with my roomies and friends. and then my hope is to always write it down on here so that someday i can go back and read it again. and laugh.

here are two more things i've had sitting in my wallet for quite some time now.

i was talking with one little boy i babysit for about what he was going to be when he grows up.
the conversation went a little something like this -

n: I'm going to be everything when i grow up.
me: oh ya? what are some of the things you are going to be?
n: like a fireman... and a doctor... i would like to be a dad but i'm too shy to ask someone to be my wife

 i'll just call him n. he is 4 1/2 years old. he is too sweet, don't ya think?
haha oh brother. i can't even remember my response now.

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the kids at Sue's preschool are all about pirates and throwing innocent people (like myself, and now their favorite target, Kait) into the ocean and killing them and yada yada.so Loving, right? i like to hope this is indeed their love language. it's all i can hope when i walk in and immediately am being told to walk the plank and being called mean, piratey things. 
but anyways, they have a little play structure that they climb on and usually the "pirates" are telling the ordinary folk that they can't come on their ship for some reason or another.

sometime last week i hear one little boy yelling to one of the cutest and sweetest little girls at the school:

NO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE ALLOWED ON THE SHIP!!
NO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!
AND YOU'RE ONE OF THEM!! (as he points to the girl)

this made me chuckle.
although it was sweet what he was saying or implying, that she was beautiful, my boss pointed out how funny it was that he was using such kinds words to still KEEP HER from being able to climb on the play structure.
ohh these kids. they kill me sometimes.
with laughter but also energy wise.
they definitely suck all the energy that's within me.
i'm definitely reconsidering whether i have the energy for kids anymore.

with that said, only 6 more days working at Sue's, with the kids i have spent the majority of my days with this year. i don't know where the time has gone.

and less than three weeks left in amherst.
i'm excited but scared that reality is going to hit me once the transition takes place and i find that all the things i'm excited for are so fleeting. i'm expecting the worst, i guess, assuming i should feel more sadness over excitement but that's not the case. or i think i have not thought about what leaving here will mean but have considered all the possibilities of being near Boston. i'm just scared that i'm not full of sadness. 
but i'm trying to tell myself it may be because it's a perfect time for transition. and because it's not a surprise/shocker, i knew it was coming. or because summer is around the corner and summer is my favorite season. and because it sounds nice to be able to have just one home instead of feeling torn between two and having to miss things in certain places when i'm at the other.

but reality hit me last night as i was sitting on the couch with jenn next to me, so graciously using her time to help me with my resume and cover letter. i will not have that at home. or at least living with my parents. i will have nothing like that there...the friendships, the community. i mean, i will have those things a r o u n d, just not in the place i go to bed. and that makes me sad. and i think that will be the hardest part, for sure. not having such sweet friends to share your nights with, going to zumba class, or watching tv with, or telling stories to.

i don't know what i feel exactly but i need to start thinking about it. and being sad over it, because it's ok to be sad about it.

amherst has been lovely.
and i don't know what my life would be like w/o the influence it has had on me.
the friends, the experiences, the memories.
how it's shaped me. the independence i've had.
the people i've met.
the way i've seen people follow Jesus.
the life God's given me here.
it has been really sweet and something to be thankful for.

i'm not quite sure what life will look like at home. but i hope it can be just a piece of  here, moved to boston. that i'll take the things i've learned and bring them wherever i go. and start fresh there.
because although i'm moving home fir a bit, i still want it to be like a fresh start to something new.
and that friendships will stay, yet change as we all grow and move to different places.

i hope this is just the beginning of something really exciting.
i'm 23 for goodness sake! life should be exciting!

Monday, March 21, 2011

Dream Bathing Suit

i've been wanting a vintage bathing suit like the ones worn in the 40s or 50s.
when what was considered beautiful was a little bit of meat on your bones and the cut went above the belly button. 

wishing this one from Anthropologie was only about $35 and not $100.
dang you prices at the most beautiful store ever!!


beautiful though, right?
and floral.
just how i like it!