Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
- What would I say that would be counter-culture, but true for me?
- I'm not really sure...I'm going to think about it.
- You're probably more clever than me, what would you say?
- Speaking of counter-culture...human beings (including my own very human self) are constantly guilty of misplacing their self worth (and the worth of others).
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
I hope, I hope, I pray, I pray
I will, I won't, and for today...
I love it when people are nicer than necessary. I wish this occurred more often. You never know what someone is facing.
I love Disney movies. It’s nice to watch a decent movie without all the curse words and other filth that seems to fill the screens now. Have you seen The Princess and the Frog? If not, you should. It’s definitely one of my new favorites!
I hate ignorance. Just that plain and simple. I hate it when people say things, or do things, without the facts to back them up.
I hate complaining. More than likely, most people don’t have an actual reason to complain in the first place. I wish people would remember that things could always be worse, and life is short.
I like mowing the yard. Kinda weird? But it’s so peaceful. It’s great to have a few hours to just listen to music, think, and pray.
I wish people would sweat the bad things less and enjoy the good things more. There’s a whole world of joy out there that people miss out on because they spend their whole time looking at the ground, focusing on the little-bitty things that won’t even matter five years from now. Look at the big picture, realize how precious the time you have here is, and fill the world with hope. They desperately need it.
For goodness sake don’t outsmart your common sense.
I hope that I become a better blogger than I am! Maybe then I’d have someone to read it(:
I hope I have many, many, many more birthdays. The American Cancer Society is the official sponsor of Birthdays… you should join them, and allow them to be the sponsor of your birthday! Just go to www.morebirthdays.com! After all, “Happy Birthday” is a victory song!
I pray that I make the right decisions in the coming year while I am sixteen years old. I pray that I keep my focus on God, and my priorities in order and gracefully accept whatever comes my way.
I pray for my future husband. I pray that wherever he is, and whatever he’s doing, that he is making the right decisions and staying pure. I pray that he falls as head over heels for God as I am, or even more.
I will work hard and try my best in whatever I choose to do one day.
I won't compromise who I am for anyone else. I’m me- imperfect, yes. I make so many mistakes. But I’m loved, accepted, and adored by the One who truly matters. I’ve got a Savior always on my side, and I’ll follow wherever he leads me.
And for today... I’m going to be happy. After all, “Being happy isn’t about having everything in your life be perfect; it’s about looking beyond the imperfections.”
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
There are days when I get in the shower and think to myself, “I’ll use all the hot water…that’ll show him!” And then, much more frequently, there are days when I think about the people I could have ended up with and think to myself, “Thank you so much, God, for not giving me what I wanted until what I wanted was Eric…” Oddly, sometimes those two thoughts even occur on the same day…
He was nineteen when he took the ring to my parents’ house to ask my Daddy’s permission to marry me. Nineteen! We had been dating for two years, and I had gone to Paris, France to live with a host family and study French at the Sorbonne. When he came to visit me in Paris right after his 20th birthday, I had suspected that he might be bringing a ring with him. As we were walking along the quays of the Seine River, beside of Notre Dame Cathedral and under a perfect little bridge called the “Pont au Double,” he pulled out a diamond (several diamonds, to be accurate), and asked me to marry him. October 19th, 2002.
Over the next two years, I vividly remember having at least a dozen “tentative elopement” dates written on my little pocket planner, but each one of the tentative dates would pass without nuptials, and I would resolve myself to the fact that “we’ll be ok to wait until the next one.” Somehow we managed to wait until after we graduated college…mostly because we were petrified that our parents would string us up for eloping. In fact, of all the fatherly advice Eric had received over the years, the piece I remembered the most was, “don’t leave school for a skirt.” So…we gritted our teeth, and in a flurry of school projects and wedding planning, we made it through the last two years of school (at separate universities), and graduated in May of 2004.
On June 12th, 2004, I became his wife – Mrs. Eric "I"– at the wise old age of twenty-one. I have been asked at least a hundred separate times if I thought we were too young to get married…for the record, I want you know that there has never been a moment in our marriage when I thought we should have waited for even another second to marry. To the contrary, the two of us and St. Paul would have preferred us to wed sooner.
We had a beautiful wedding – I had the most stunning bridesmaids any bride has ever had (what was I thinking?). Everyone we loved in the world was there…our families, our friends, probably some random people our moms threw in for good measure.
I count myself wholly blessed to be able to say that I wake up every morning more in love with my husband than I was the day before. Even when things aren’t perfect, they are still undergoing the (strenuous) process of being perfected. I’m not so ignorant as not to know exactly what I am fortunate enough to have in my husband…and I think he would say the same about me…even when he hopes he uses up all the hot water before it’s my turn.
June 12th, 2004 was wonderful. It was wonderful, and I would do it all over again in an instant…but I would change something. I would change my preoccupation with our wedding, and I would focus on our covenant. What I know now at 27, I had no way of knowing at 21: it’s not about the wedding. I am sure I will learn a million more life-altering truths before the next six years have passed, but at this moment, this is the one that is important to me. I would forsake thinking about the flowers, and the cake, and the dress, and the attendants, and the invitations…all of the minutiae that floods a bride’s mind when she’s trying to make sure she has the day she’s dreamed of (and, truth be told, trying to make sure that all of the right people are sufficiently impressed) on her big day. At 27, I would give all of that up. It was exciting, and it did truly make me happy to be planning something that was so significant to both of us, but you, love, are the thing about my wedding that gave me butterflies. If I could do it all again, I would meet you somewhere at a predetermined time with nothing in the world in my head except for the truth of the oaths I was about to make to you. And every intimate vow I would make to you would be for God and for you – no one else. …And I would have summed it all up by making this promise: I will cherish you with my words, my thoughts, and my actions, and I will expect the same in return.
I am so thankful for you. Happy 6th, my love.