what a sweet..

just another somethin' that tells me he loves me..

plus..

and finally - one of the first and most brilliant things Blake's ever taught me..

so, this is what i get post dinner.. plate of oreos - warmed up in the microwave ( i don't know where he came up with that, but i'm not mad - who wouldn't want warm oreos??) glass of milk - and a fork - for complete submersion.. couldn't have been any more genius..

Therapy.

This weekend.. scratch that.. Friday was much needed. I suggest this to any ex-Drill Teamer....

I know you realize it's April/May.. and I know you know what that means.. so here's what you do.. so what if you look feel like a lurk, go to your local high school - admissions stand, "one please".. get your fourth row seat - cause we know to see the whole stage you have to sit back a little, how else can you see if all toes are pointed and all ripples are on cue? sit down, open your program - who cares if you don't know anyone.. just remember to yourself how much cuter your ad was.. and enjoy the dimming lights..
That's right..... IT'S SPRING SHOW!!!! My roommate and forever friend, Hope Cheadle and I, went to Plano East's Spring Show this weekend. It's great that you can go anywhere in Texas and still see the overlays. the boots. the glittery hats. the openner. the finale. and that beautiful drill team talent. cause we all know those were some of the best times of our lives. I've already planned myself to have two girls, three years apart, they will be on Drill Team.. and they will compete the heck out of MA dance as an unstopable sister duo taking trophy after trophy..

Sure we didn't know anyone.. except only one of my Younglife girls.. we still felt a peace in our hearts leaving that night. Dance is therapy. Drill team, I can honestly say, shaped me into the person I am today, and it was so nice to see a whole new set of girls in Plano, Texas receiving the same set of morals and responsibilites and experiences as Hope and I did.

6 years since that picture above and still love Drill Team.. Love it..

broken cisterns

the idea of a broken cistern has never felt more real than it has today..

i just become so lowly sometimes.. and it's taken me a while to realize, but every time, it comes down to the fact that i'm not filling my time with you. I'm not taking this relationship serious. I become so numb to the day to day that i forget you're the only thing that i thirst for. buying that thing isn't going to bring me life, doing that activity isn't going to bring me life, spending time with those people isn't going to bring me life. It's the time like this, when i get to soak in your presence and hear your truth, that makes this life worth living.

keep my interest in you.. keep my heart patient.. how marvelous.. keep my soul thirsting..

praise god that you are everything i need. i hope that you are always what i want..

no power, no heat, but so worth it..

snow day.. dallas.. 2010

the day captured..

mullin town..

mullin with someone great.

exploring.

good food.

pep in my step.

thought.

i'm going to take more pictures.

am i willing?

.. to know the worst of myself?

i'm reeeally far behind in my one-year chronological bible. what a great book. i just wish i had the discipline to actually sit down everyday and read what they wanted me to. too hard. but tonight i read January 8th's

Job 11-14.

the sovereignty of god. am i willing to know the worst of myself?

i'll answer that.. no.

i find it incredibly easy to gloss over the harder things - the shameful things - the sin in my life and just pass things off as great. my day was great. my time with jesus is great. great. great. great. so no, i don't usually know the worst in me. Job tonight made me think.

There is a line between self-pity and self-righteousness. I've heard a lot of people talk on this. I'm usually at either extreme. Or lying to myself and not even thinking. I can do that. "you have to be thinking of sommmmmething...??" ..not me.. sometimes I can sit and let my brain and thoughts be still. it's kinda freeing- in a dulling kinda way. I feel like I sound crazy - whatever, my blog.

Job and Matthew Henry (love commentary) paint a sweet picture of the difference between us and our Holy God. "Can you fathom the mysteries of God? Can you probe the limits of the Almighty? They are higher than the heavens - what can you do? They are deeper than the depths of the grave - what can you do?" versus man being a vain creature, empty yet very proud - self conceited.

Praise God that I am an empty creature. That he is the only thing to fill my soul and my longings and that whatever he fulfills in me is Him and that he be the only thing I can be proud of. Praise God that we are looked upon in his grace and not by our works - because I am inevitably evil.. anyone else? Thank you God for seeing me with mercy.

Job 12.10 - In His hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind

great night. seriously.