Today was absolutely crazy.
In church this morning, our preacher gave an overview of the lesson for that morning. It was on life, and how fleeting it is. So I did my little Sunday ritual and prayed about where and when God wanted me to go to Africa (because it's on my mind just as much as snorting crack is on Charlie Sheen's mind). And then the most powerful thought came immediately after my prayer- Quit school. My immediate reaction? Why in the junk would I ever do that. I mean really... my parents would kill me, I won't have money to finish my degree when/if I came back to America, there were just so many reasons why I couldn't pull that off. Then those thoughts came to a screeching halt when I felt four simple words that impacted me more than any of you reading this can understand... "This life isn't yours".
This life ISN'T mine.
Yes I have control of my actions. Yes I can decide what I want to do today, this week, this month, this year... so someone might tell me that this technically IS my life. And that's right. But I want, more than anything on earth, to live and breathe God. HE made me perfectly and wonderfully, with every curl and freckle and freakishly long finger/toe. I am obviously here for a reason. Otherwise, I simply wouldn't be here. So, with that being said, how can I call this life mine? Why would I let the maker of EV-ER-Y-THING else create MY body, personality, passion, and talent... and not give Him the credit? It's simple really... God made me, so I'm His.
I'm not going to turn away from what God is calling me to do. Psalm 139: 7 says "Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?" Call me weird, but when I read this, I think of the bed intruder song. You know...when he said "We gon' fiiiiind you, we gon' fiiiiiiiind you". (Now every time you read this verse, you'll think of Antoine Dodson. SUCKAS.). But seriously... running from God's plan for the life He gave me would be incredibly unintelligent. So I'm just going to get over every fear, every selfish ambition, every person holding me back. Because again, this life isn't my life.
Besides... God must think I'm pretty special if He trusted me with the abilities and the passion for Africa. I consider it a huge compliment. So....you can run n' tell that, homeboy. (MORE ANTOINE DODSON!!)
Well that was my huge wake up call today. Other than my shift from snow cone hell, spending more than I should at Target, and being an emotional wreck...my day was fantastic. I have the most amazing family on planet earth, and the best friends I could ask for. Yada yada yada... bottom line is that I'm blessed. And praise Jesus for that.
Peace and Bless-ings.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Bow chicka wow wow.
Mike Posner has quite a way with words... I mean really, "Once I set the mood right, I can make it sound like *guitar solo*". What does that even mean?
Anyways. I decided I'm going to make a summer to-do list. Here are a few things...
1) Learn the double dream hands dance.
2) Try every snow cone flavor at my stand.
3) Fully potty train the 2 year old that I will be watching.
4) Work with the 4 year old I watch every other day on things to prep him for pre-k.
5) Save money for Africa.
6) Learn 3 songs on the piano (Including the song "I see the light" on the Tangled soundtrack...judge me.)
7) Learn how to make a foreign desert.
8) Stand in line for Beyonce's new album coming out in the NEXT FEW MONTHS.
I may be forgetting a few things, BUT that's what I could think of off the top of my head.
I think my dog is eating something in my room, so I'm going to have to cut this blog short. It's better for me to get what she's eating now than later on......if you catch my drift.
Peace and Bless-ings.
Anyways. I decided I'm going to make a summer to-do list. Here are a few things...
1) Learn the double dream hands dance.
2) Try every snow cone flavor at my stand.
3) Fully potty train the 2 year old that I will be watching.
4) Work with the 4 year old I watch every other day on things to prep him for pre-k.
5) Save money for Africa.
6) Learn 3 songs on the piano (Including the song "I see the light" on the Tangled soundtrack...judge me.)
7) Learn how to make a foreign desert.
8) Stand in line for Beyonce's new album coming out in the NEXT FEW MONTHS.
I may be forgetting a few things, BUT that's what I could think of off the top of my head.
I think my dog is eating something in my room, so I'm going to have to cut this blog short. It's better for me to get what she's eating now than later on......if you catch my drift.
Peace and Bless-ings.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Catching up (I haven't shaved my legs)
I'm going to wipe the dust off this blog and start fresh. I've neglected blogging due to finals week... along with sleeping, eating properly, and shaving my legs. So now that summer is here (PTL) I can start blogging again. And I know all of you have been dying to hear what I've been thinking (Extreme use of sarcasm, in case you couldn't catch that), so here we go.
Summer summer summer. I need you so much. I've had a great start to the summer too! I got a 2001 civic. It...can use some work (coughcoughTHECOLORSUCKScoughcough). But I've decided that there's no way I could drive a nice car. Not because I couldn't, it's because I wouldn't want to. For example, this car is the first car I've had with automatic windows. I've had 3 cars before this one. And I got in this car and messed with the windows for a good minute, just because I could. It makes me appreciate what I have more. BUT one the other hand...you have to pull the handle out on the drivers side to push the lock down. Things like that just give the car character. And I love it. But I am saving up for a paint job down the road...I can see some paint on the car that looks like it's about to chip, so that's a perfect excuse to get rid of the dark green that's on my car.
Also, QT is back in my life. I thought I was going to pee on the floor of QT out of sheer joy when I was checking out my 32 oz sweet tea and my two steak and cheese taquitos. AND they have styrofoam cups!!! That way QT drinks don't get water all over the place and they stay colder for longer. It's just the little things...
My dog is probably one of the favorite things about coming home. I can tell she wants to hate me because I left her for college, but she can't resist that Sarah Lovin'. I mean really, who can? (another use of sarcasm, I'm really not that full of myself) She started sleeping in my room every night, and wakes up with me every morning to follow me around while I do random things. She loves me, and she missed me, she can't hide it. But I love her just as much so it's a mutual lovin'.
I've come to the realization that I love being single. A lot. Because I'm realizing that I'm getting to the age where the next person I date could be "it"... not that I have a problem with that, I just don't even want to even think about marriage right now. I asked my dad what I would do with the car with I was done with it, and he said "Well that's up for you and your husband to decide, this car will run for a good 6 years before it dies. You can be putting the car seat of your first kid in there if you really wanted to." That was a terrifying statement. I'm a year out of high school, don't tell me that crap.
Anywho, I'm going to get ready for the day. Oh, what's that you say? It's 1:18 in the afternoon? I should have gotten up when normal people do? Well here's the thing, I've been through the most hellish 2 weeks of my life for finals, I am allowed to wake up at 11:30 and lay in bed until 1. SUCKAAAAAS.
Peace and Blessings.
Summer summer summer. I need you so much. I've had a great start to the summer too! I got a 2001 civic. It...can use some work (coughcoughTHECOLORSUCKScoughcough). But I've decided that there's no way I could drive a nice car. Not because I couldn't, it's because I wouldn't want to. For example, this car is the first car I've had with automatic windows. I've had 3 cars before this one. And I got in this car and messed with the windows for a good minute, just because I could. It makes me appreciate what I have more. BUT one the other hand...you have to pull the handle out on the drivers side to push the lock down. Things like that just give the car character. And I love it. But I am saving up for a paint job down the road...I can see some paint on the car that looks like it's about to chip, so that's a perfect excuse to get rid of the dark green that's on my car.
Also, QT is back in my life. I thought I was going to pee on the floor of QT out of sheer joy when I was checking out my 32 oz sweet tea and my two steak and cheese taquitos. AND they have styrofoam cups!!! That way QT drinks don't get water all over the place and they stay colder for longer. It's just the little things...
My dog is probably one of the favorite things about coming home. I can tell she wants to hate me because I left her for college, but she can't resist that Sarah Lovin'. I mean really, who can? (another use of sarcasm, I'm really not that full of myself) She started sleeping in my room every night, and wakes up with me every morning to follow me around while I do random things. She loves me, and she missed me, she can't hide it. But I love her just as much so it's a mutual lovin'.
I've come to the realization that I love being single. A lot. Because I'm realizing that I'm getting to the age where the next person I date could be "it"... not that I have a problem with that, I just don't even want to even think about marriage right now. I asked my dad what I would do with the car with I was done with it, and he said "Well that's up for you and your husband to decide, this car will run for a good 6 years before it dies. You can be putting the car seat of your first kid in there if you really wanted to." That was a terrifying statement. I'm a year out of high school, don't tell me that crap.
Anywho, I'm going to get ready for the day. Oh, what's that you say? It's 1:18 in the afternoon? I should have gotten up when normal people do? Well here's the thing, I've been through the most hellish 2 weeks of my life for finals, I am allowed to wake up at 11:30 and lay in bed until 1. SUCKAAAAAS.
Peace and Blessings.
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