I used to always be early, cause that is how I was raised. If you aren't 15 minutes early, you're late. (Thank you, mama). Although lately the snooze button has been getting the best of me, and I tend to just misjudge exactly how much time I need to accomplish abc so I can get to xyz. That being said, I hate being late, and this new habit of mine is one that I need to break.
What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or to tell them that you do not love them back?
This one is easy. I've lost too many people I love too waste time not letting them know I love them. If I say "I love you", I mean it. However, I'm a strong believer in Love being a verb, not a feeling, it's something that you do. I need to get better at being "Love". If that makes any sense....
As far as telling people that I don't love them back...back when I was dating this got me into more than one jam. I don't like hurting peoples feelings, and me not feeling the same as they do...well hurt their feelings. So unfortunatley I had a nasty habit of letting things drag on too long, which (as you know) hurt them worse. Oops.
Which would you rather have: a high salary or job satisfaction?
Again, easy. Job satisfaction. I would love to be doing a job that I felt like I was making a difference in this world. Where if I could make one person smile or one persons life just a little bit easier. yeah, that would be cool.
Well, I guess that is all from me today. Have a great labor day!!!
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To say this last couple weeks has been crazy does not begin to explain it. I've gone between floating on "cloud 9" to lying face down on the ground in humilty and heartbreak. I've been elated, confused, fearful, and sad. I have been a mess. I was becoming this ugly person that I don't like, but didn't even really see it. I'm lucky enough to have a friend who wasn't afraid to tell me I was being ugly and didn't care if it made me mad to hear it. Hopefully this friend still believes in the potential of the person I am, and not the person I was allowing circumstances and petty fears turn me in to.
This weekend I received the gift of peace. With my precious husband at work , and my friends busy for the holiday weekend I had lots of time in quiet contemplation. I believe God knew I needed this, He knew I was standing at a cross-roads, I was lost and getting off track. He knew I was getting consumed in the events in my life and everything happening around me...He knew I was about to crumble. So God gave me peace...quiet.
At first the peace was uncomfortable. I'm not good alone, so on Saturday when I reached out to a friend and was told "I'm busy this weekend"...I was like "ok, I get it". I cleaned my house more than it's ever been cleaned before. I slept...a lot. I prayed, I sang, I danced by myself in the living room, I cried, and I slept some more.
I realized in all the chaos of life, there is something constant....God's love for me.
Psalm 139:7-10 "Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast."
He has given me a husband who loves me, wonderful parents, and grandpa who is pretty amazing. Who am I to question His love? Who am I to say what I have isn't good enough, or act like a child when I don't get my way? Yet even in my childlike ways, he cares enough to bring me out of the depths, out of the dark and into His PEACE.
This song has been my mantra this weekend, I've put the lyrics below:
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.
We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like an unforseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…
And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all
He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.
I got to spend a day last week in the beautiful Rocky Mountians...here's some pictures along with one of my favorite folk songs.
For these are my mountains
And this is my glen
The breas of my childhood
Will know me again
No land's ever claimed me
Tho' far I did roam
For these are my mountains
And I'm going home
These Are My Mountains
Scottish Folk Song
For fame and for fortune, I wandered the earth
And now I've come back to
This land of my birth
I’ve brought back my treasures
But only to find
They're less than the pleasures
I first left behind
For these are my mountains, And this is my glen
The braes of my childhood, Will know me again
No land's ever claimed me, Tho'far I did roam
For these are my mountains, And I'm going home.
The burn by the road sings, at my going by
The whaup o’er the head wings
With welcoming cry
The loch where the scart flies
At last I can see
Its here where my heart lies
It’s here I’ll be free
Chorus
Kind faces will greet me
And welcome me in
And how they will greet me
My ain kith and kin
This night round the ingle
Old songs will be sung
At last I'll be hearing My ain mother tongue
Chorus
