bank tellers are people too.

sometimes I forget.

Today I went to the bank. The bank teller asked if I had an older brother and I hesitantly said, "yes, I have three." Then she asked if one of them was going to Mexico and I, again hesitantly, answered yes. I was in the process of asking how she knew this when she told me that he had been there earlier and she recognized the last name.

In the car, I told Christopher the story. He laughed. I told him that she had just blown my mind. I had forgotten that bank tellers are people too.
They have brains, and livers, too.

Sometimes it feels like Satan is all-powerful, but I think that God lets Satan think that he is gaining the upper hand sometimes, God allows Satan to be "in charge" of a situation before acting himself. Before taking that situation and moulding it.

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God is a strategist.

He is fighting a battle and He will not lose.

inexpressible and glorious joy?

"These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls."

1 Peter 1:7-9

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Two weeks ago, on a Saturday, I felt closer to GOD than I had in a long time.

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Now I realize: it was a One Night Stand.

today my eyes are green

Sometimes, when my brother is playing guitar, I take a glass of milk and two cookies and I go downstairs. I sit in the room next to his on the pull-out couch. I have my pajamas on and I wrap myself up in the blue blanket my eldest sister gave me for Christmas four years ago. And I listen. Sometimes he plays songs that I know and I sing the words softly to myself so he won't know I'm listening. At other times he plays songs I don't know or songs he wrote and I make up my own words or I just listen and soak the music in, it's like I can feel it seeping into the pores of my skin. Sometimes I think about things, lots of things, difficult things. Sometimes he sings and I smile to myself and enjoy the beauty. Sometimes I'm glad I sit alone and I think that I wouldn't enjoy it as much if I had to share it, but that's a lie. I would like to share it with special people. Sometimes I wish I could sit there forever. I think I could be happy if I could sit alone, cuddled in my blanket, eating cookies, drinking milk, listening to my brother for the rest of my life.

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And then he stops and the silence replaces the music and seeps into the pores of my skin. It makes me feel cold and lonely and that is when I wish someone else was there. Someone special who would hold me and let me know that I'm not alone. Sometimes it seems like I can feel GOD's presence in those moments. But yesterday, it felt like He was gone, gone and not coming back.

water tastes better when it falls from the sky in fast-moving droplets

a new post contains enough excitement for several moments

Why don't nutella jars have flaps on the foil that you have to pull off in order to get to the chocolate-y goodness inside? Are they trying to make it impossible to pull off the foil all in one go? I mean, really, aren't you supposed to make it easy to get at the stuff inside? That's what we're waiting for, that's why we keep buying nutella!

Yeesh, maybe I should file a complaint or something.
That would teach them to make anti-flap foil.

Jeepers creepers, where'd you get those peepers?


I am very much looking forward to church today. Really and truly.

So, my brother and I are now staying home this weekend together, instead of going camping with the rest of my family. Sad, eh?

However, now I'll have no distractions to stop me from studying. And that's a good thing.........right?

I just clued in to the fact that I must now forego Thanksgiving dinner! What is that all about!?!?!

inexpressible and glorious joy

Yesterday I discovered the joy of being where GOD wanted me to be.
It coincided with where I wanted me to be, which made it even more beautiful.

I've been thinking about beauty

there's something strangely beautiful and romantic about someone walking alone in the rain,
with her hair sticking to her scalp because of the droplets attacking her,
ignoring the mocking smiles of those who are still perfect, safely huddled under their umbrellas