pack. clean. move. lather. rinse. repeat.

I'm packing. cleaning. moving. painting.
It's hard work.
Ren and I carried a couch down our stairs and out of our house by ourselves tonight. No boys needed. We were proud!

Please pray that my move tomorrow goes well. That I would have a good, positive attitude and that my dad would be cool with moving my stuff. How did I accumulate all this stuff??? It's crazy! I know that the more I give, the less I hoard, the happier I am...yet I still hold onto my stuff. I realize that none of this "stuff" is eternal yet I have a really hard time parting with some of it. But, I know that if I did part with a good portion of this stuff I'd be happier because I wouldn't have as much. Weird how having less can SOMETIMES make me happier. (If that didn't make any sense please blame it on the fact that it's already morning and I'm strung out on "cleaning adrenaline")

Thank you for your prayers.
Now I am going to enjoy my last night at 521.

"Change worlds. Shift paradigms. What else? When things get shaky, I'll lean on Jesus, my Beloved, and until then, I'll be building a relationship with Him so it's not awkward when I lean on him for support.

And, if we pray hard, things will happen. It's just invetible, providing we're pure. That's the real motivation: purity. If we're pure, wee can move mountains. It's as simple as that. So get some purity and call back in the morning."

I was blog snooping and found this "Mission Statement" on a brilliant kids blog from IHOP in Kansas City. He's young, not sure how young, but he's got loads of wisdom by the sounds of it!

WHO ARE WE TO THINK WE ARE BIGGER THAN GOD? TO THINK WE KNOW BETTER THAN HIM?
THIS GENERATION NEEDS A REVELATION OF WHO GOD IS. WE HAVE SUCH A LOW VIEW OF GOD THAT WE DON'T EVEN THINK HE SEES WHAT WE DO...OR EVEN CARES. WE SEEM TO PUT GOD IN A BOX OF OUR OWN MISCONCEPTIONS, PLACE HIM UNDER OUR BEDS AND LEAVE HIM THERE UNTIL IT SUITS OUR FANCY TO ASK THINGS OF HIM.

i'm frustrated.
i'm tired.
and am heart-broken about my generation.
b4 I continue, I must sleep.

Oh, and another question: What is reality?
I don't ask that out of a lost plea for someone to tell me what reality is...I ask that to stir my heart to search out God to show me reality...what is God's reality? There's more than meets the eye. There's something bigger, wider, deeper, greater, beautiful, terrifying...than we realize. He is God. We are man. And yet, He's lovesick over me!

Rain, rain, rain...please, please stay!

Tonight was a mental health night. I was supposed to be packing like crazy but instead I packed a little bit and had a lot of good fun : )

As I was trying to organize my room (on the verge of packing), I saw this awesome sunset out my window. It looked beautiful and clear outside but randomly there would be a mysterious peel of thunder... I went outside to take some pictures (see if there were any cool doors to photograph...I'm on the lookout) and, to my surprise and pleasure, I met a girl from my drama class in high school. It was great to chat with her, see where she's at and tell her about Sanctuary and what's going on in my life. I got home just as the huge rain drops started falling!









I ended up dancing in the rain with my three roomies who live in the downstairs house. We were squeeling, dancing, jumping, laughing and dancing some more. The rain was the perfect temperature - cool and crisp drops - so refreshing! I love the rain. I love thunder and lightening. It felt so good to be soaked to the bone. To be laughing so hard! And to have friends who are just as crazy!

I am blessed.
Thank you Jesus.

AND>>> SPEAKING OF BLESSED>>> HAPPY 2nd ANNIVERSARY KRISTI AND SHANE!!! I love you and I pray for many, many more great years of waking up next to each other!