Crap re-heated

For My Love
It's deeply rooted in every woman- the question, "Do I stand out in a crowd?" The vision of someone walking across a room and asking me to dance plays over and over in my mind; out of the whole room, I was chosen. I'll be honest, I'm fifteen... I have crushes... but more than whimsical feelings and fickle emotion, I really do want to be fought for. I long to be recklessly pursued. I'm looking for true love, something honest and untainted, with no hidden agenda but that it wants to chase after me.

I love Psalm 45: "Listen to me, O royal daughter; take to heart what I say. Forget your people and your homeland far away. For your royal husband delights in your beauty." That's it! That's what every chick flick revolves around, that's what every romance novel is written about, those are the exact words that made me want to be a princess when I was younger.

The sad reality is, though, that women often aren't validated and reassured that they're worth that kind of affection. It scars us in the deepest places and causes us to cover our mouths when we smile and hide who we truly are. But, that's what I love about Jesus-he's a husband to the widow, the freer of a captive heart. -Bethany Dillon-

I just got back from a 5-day visit to Tex-as. It was great to see good friends who are really like family. However, let me be honest, if it wasn't for great friends and Mexican food, the trip would have stunk. Let me tell you why: 4 of the 5 days I was there it was overcast and constantly drizzling, and in addition to that, I got a head cold. *note: I really wanted to put in the words "sinus infection" because it sounds so much harsher and more dire than "head cold" but seeing as I haven't been to an actual doctor, I don't know if it is a head cold or not. I just know I feel like crap left out for 3 days, then re-heated, then left out for another 2 days, then frozen, then re-heated again.

So, now I'm back in Boston, without a job, feeling like crap.... Let's turn to the B-I-B-L-E for a little motivational lesson, shall we?

Though the fig tree may not blossom,

Nor fruit be on the vines;

Though the labor of the olive may fail,

And the fields yield no food;

Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,

And there be no herd in the stalls--
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD,

I will joy in the God of my salvation. The LORD God is my strength;

He will make my feet like deer's feet,

And He will make me walk on my high hills.
-Habakkuk 3:17-19-

Translation: I'm going to be fine.