Romanticizing

Romantic is not a word most people would use to describe me. Sarcastic, yes. Weird, yes. But romantic? Not typically.

Surprisingly though, I am very much a romantic.

For example, yesterday we were going to a graduation party and we were passing through a little town out in the middle of nowhere. We saw two people, a male and a female, walking down the street of this dusty little town in a tux and a dress. They looked like they were going to a wedding. Or from a wedding maybe, his vest was unbuttoned and his tie was tugged loose. And in all reality this is probably what was happening. Tis’ the season. BUT. I preferred the idea that they were on a date and had decided to dress up in their best and just walk around town. Doing normal things like getting ice cream. That idea was much more appealing to me, than just ‘they were on their way home from a wedding.’

Photos are also my weakness. There is just something about spreading photos on your bedroom floor and remembering. I don’t mean pictures from a photo shoot. I mean photos taken on a normal day. Random and… real. Don’t even get me started on home videos.

Today I was finishing The Ishbane Conspiracy. (Great book, highly suggested by myself) And it was talking about God and how the girl was eagerly awaiting her Bridegroom. And it hit me… This is the greatest romance story in all of time. God fights for us, comforts us, laughs with us, cries with us. He laid down his life to protect us. He loves to hear about our every day lives. The little things. He carries us when we can’t move. And He eagerly awaits when He can walk across the threshold into the place He has built especially for us.He is our best friend and He LOVES us. In the most intimate of ways. He knows us better than we know ourselves.

*mind blown*

It’s not like I have never heard this or thought about it. But today it just kind of clicked all new.

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Insightful Thoughts of the Day:

  1. Sometimes in our thirst for knowledge, we lose wisdom.
  2. The best way to defeat the enemy is to know him. We cannot hate him. For in hating him, we serve him.
  3. The key to control is the follow through.
  4. Sometimes the view we want isn’t the one we need.
  5. My thought process is less like a spider web and more like a chicken running around with it’s head cut off.

Planned

I am currently sitting in my closet, which is freshly cleaned and reorganized, staring into my room, which is much less clean. But I am tired and I will deal with that tomorrow. Along with about a million other things. BUT! On the bright side, my closet is clean and organized. Woo Woo!

Have you ever started one project and then did pretty much anything but that project? I have. On a daily basis, practically. It’s not that I’m not productive, it’s just that I hardly ever seem to get done what I meant to get done. Like my room, for instance. This was all meant to be done LAST week… But instead I spent the week at my aunt ad uncle’s house, helping prepare for my cousins graduation party. It was a VERY productive week. Just not how I intended.

This seems to describe life pretty well… It never seems to go as planned. Or at least, not how we planned it. We can plan for months ahead, but then something happens and… fa-da! New, last minute plan arises. I like to call these obstacles, adventures.

It’s a lot more fun to think of it that way. Like the adventure where all the electricity went out in town, so all of our neighbors came and hung out on our front porch in the middle of the night. (Because it was also ridiculously hot out) And all us kids laid out on a sleeping bag, and there was a big fight down the street. It wasn’t the best of circumstances, definitely not what we had planned, but it turned out to be one of my favorite memories.

Our lives are full of bad circumstances. But our circumstances don’t make us who we are. How we handle those circumstances does.

It’s like the debate I had with the leader of my Wednesday night class. Her daughter accidentally dropped her phone down a garbage chute and it was destroyed. I laughed, she did not. She thinks it is irresponsible to laugh at that kind of thing, because she says if one laughs at such a thing that one does not understand the value of said thing. I explained to her that it was not due to ungratefulness that I laughed. I’m not going to go around throwing phones down garbage chutes for entertainment. I laughed because there wasn’t a thing that could’ve been done to stop it. And I appreciate God’s sense of humor. We agreed to disagree.

The point is this, in any situation you are given two choices: you can make the most of it, or you can fret over it. I have tried both. I suggest making the most of it.

That’s all for today. Have a great one!

P.S.

We are getting a puppy! AFJSGDIDHDJKD! It’s a lab/something or other terrier mix. Black male. And we are naming him Elvis Strider. AFHGFHFHGFJMDSAHGKJ! Okay, I’m cool. I’m fine.