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There’s something about the weather.

There’s something about a 75 degree day with a breeze.

It makes me feel like I’m actually breathing, BREATHING for enjoyment rather than any utilitarian reason.

Something that makes me want to ride with my windows down, and not wear any make up, and flirt, and drive somewhere, and throw myself of the ground (ANY ground) and sigh just absorbing the sun.

The SUN.

The sun that tells me to buy frozen drinks again and that hits my legs that have been dying to be in shorts all winter.

There’s something about the weather that makes everything better and brighter and makes conversation unnecessary and lazy dreams impossible to keep from running and running and running…

Today I stole someone’s phone, put my name in it as God and texted them all day.

It was the best.

In which a girl loves Valentine’s Day

It was Valentine’s Day today.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

I kind of expected it to be normal as a single person, but it was absolutely lovely.

Yesterday I got cards from my Granny, Zane, and flowers from my dad.

I carried all of it home and everyone was like, “Oooh, packages and flowers.”

Today I woke up to go to Early Morning Prayer.

At 6:30 AM.

Early but super rich, it was awesome.

Then I went to class.

Today was just one of those class days where 30 minutes in I NEEDED to get out and was ready to scream, and punch a thousand baby seals, and got super whiny in my head.

Then I went home and baked Chocolate Chip Cheesecake cookies and watched the X-File and Casper (Christina Ricci version) whilst knitting and programming my remote.

About a week ago at pre-meet when planning this week’s life group, my co-lead Matt was like, “Don;t worry about it, I got this next one.”

Abbey and I were like, “Oh, you’ve ‘got this one?’  Oh, okay, cool…”  Because we both are quietly control freaks.

I show up at life group tonight and all the men are there cooking a full dinner for my girls.  Freshman wearing t shirts and ties, veterans full suits/classy CK attire.  They then made us all sit down and served us and encouraged us for our virtue as sisters and challengers.

It was awesome.

Also, it was great because Tuesdays are my long days.  I have class from right after EMP until 4 then I have to make a snack usually and be at life group at 6 which I don’t leave until after post-meet around 11.  I love it. I love all of the stuff I do and the people I see but sometimes when I’m busy (leading specifically) and tired Satan really hits me hard with lies that I’m not good enough or I’m not doing enough or I’m not doing anything well.  

And they are just that, lies, but they’re still there.  

Matt has never said anything to me that was not honoring.  He is the type of guy that is super careful about being a stumbling block and respecting people and loving people.  I said something in post-meet about not doing something well enough or needing to be better and he told me to shut up for the first time ever. It was awesome.

I really value leading with him and Abbey.  Abbey is really good at being direct but being humble at the same time.  She pushes me but not in a stressful pressury way.  Matt is just humble and a real protector of our life group.  He loves to see people honoring each other and loves to find new ways to do that.  He is the first guy that I’ve ever been around and not worried AT ALL about the fact he is my brother.  I know a lot of people who are that but don’t think they should be or don’t know how to be a good brother in Christ but I value that in Matt.

Long post.  It’s late and I’m ranting.  But it’s 11:18 and I had a lovely day and I was thinking of y’all. I hope you all had fantastic Valentines who showered you with love and affection!  

Love you!

You know what?

Your head is naturally filled with lies and confusion.

About you.

About your life.

About God.

About who God says you are.

Thanks, Satan, totally appreciate it, but Imma fill it with some truth instead, kay?

And chose to worship the God in whom there is no darkness.  

Today we did this thing where we looked at the tags of our t shirts and prayed for the countries that made them.