Contentment...

is a fickle friend when you expect your circumstances to make you happy.

Friday, Black

-slept until 7:45 a.m., which is sleeping in for me nowadays. i got 10 hours of sleep, something that has happened approximately twice before in my entire life. or since infancy, perhaps.

-laundry, dishes, and cleaning

-watched a couple episodes of Lie to Me

-tried ironing some clothes for the first time, ever. i was terrible at it, and laughed at myself.

-time with Jesus

-went on a little drive and got lost for a bit

-had coffee at Sam and Zoe's for the first time

-bought some glasses at T.J. Maxx

-bought some sweatpants at Goodwill

-played with my pastor's dalmatian, Murphy, who is being dogsat by one of my roommates

-ate at Panera with Sam and then watched Sister Act II. i haven't laughed that hard in a while.

ahhh, what a day.

simple, but nice. and much-needed.

dwell not

on yesterday, yesterweek, yestermonth, yesteryear.

yes, sometimes it's tempting to wish yourself back

to a time when things seemed easier,

simpler,

better,

clearer,

more lighthearted,

and more fun.

but, in the end,

you're just being too sentimental for your own good.

all of the money in the world could not bring back yesterday.

whatever happened, happened, and there's nothing you can do to change it.

the globe will continue to spin and the sun will rise and set as usual.

He made it that way on purpose.

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"Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert."

-Isaiah 43:18-19

"Not by my might,

nor my power, nor by the strength of souls,

only through Your love, my Lord.

All that's lost will be restored."

-Josh Garrels, "Rise"

0.238 Lives Ago

cheese-coated cheese with cheesy filling dipped in queso

sometimes, it's nice to look back and see how far you've come.

right now, it's easy for me to be jealous of his seemingly carefree life,

but, half a decade later in the present is where i am, and

all cares aside, i'm happy with where i have ended up, and not that he could have ever

imagined it, but i think he would be, too.

Like your own life.

Occupy your own skin.

You have a name and a face. Own 'em.

Envy not the lives of friends x, y, and z. It's pointless. You will never be them.

Walk in your own shoes.

Perhaps your ship is sinking because you've deserted it. Re-man it. Slam those watertight compartments shut. Retool. Renovate.

Clothe yourself with Christ. Nobody else's clothing, no matter how stylish, will satisfy.

Changes.

I see them.

I feel them.

They're picking up,

rushing like an oncoming hurricane,

but the result

will not be a disaster.

Soli Deo gloria.

Mom, Esq.

bein’ all classy and such

sounds like a tv show,

perhaps a legal dramedy

about a lawyer mother in the suburbs

trying to have it all.

the reality, thankfully, is far better than that tv show would be,

mostly because

reality is real.

real lawyer moms > fictional lawyers moms

any day, if you ask me.

any mother who can be a lawyer and an amazing homemaker

while still being a super darn good mom

deserves a cacophony of commendation.

a very happy birthday

to my favorite one!