Hair Still Wrapped in Terrycloth

This morning I woke up to the craving of an apple.

To the thought of his ticklish knees.

To my "to-do" list that is long and seemingly endless.

To my pajama shorts on backwards.

To my "wish" list of things I would thoroughly love to accomplish but are, unfortunately, drastically unrelated to what needs to get accomplished.

And what needs to get accomplished?

Gym hours I've been putting off--the thought of public exercise gives me goose bumpers. I'm all for fitness and taking care of ones body, I'm just not all for displaying this activity for all strangers to see (that and the equipment intimidates me so!).

But I need 18 hours!

Tomorrow, I hope to knock off at least 1 of those hours, before work, we'll see..

Focus Questions and much needed studying for my Western Civilization 2 class--why do I procrastinate so? Every time I wait until the week before our exam to complete the questions to turn in, and every time I say, "I'm never waiting until the last week ever again!"

And here I am. One week before it is due, will I ever learn?

And of course there are others, those are just the two that are lurking, haunting, hovering over my head like a black cloud that will soon burst and drench me with over-sized rain drops that will surely sting and scar my skin if I don't run for my life and seek shelter.

And here I sit. It has been over an hour since my shower and still my white towel is wrapped snug around my hair on my head.

The head that is still full from yesterday's reflections that are spilling out onto today as well.

Today I need my Jesus.

I always need my Jesus

We always need our Jesus

But today in particular

Because I find myself wondering about who I am and where He wants me

He wants to me to check off my to-do list

And I need His help

Hence

Today I need my Jesus.

Love/Straw

I want to love you like a straw--

The kind we use to suck the fluids from our cups.

I want to love you like a straw--

With open ends

Love that can burst out from either direction.

I want to love you like a straw--

Smooth and round

A love that unifies and is constant

Like the curves of the straw.

I want to love you like a straw--

Light and portable

A love I can carry with me in the palm of my hand

With ease.

I want to love you like a straw--

Stir the emotions inside you

Suck

And consume you.

Journey to the Heart

A delicious blossom with edible parts

Petals drenched in hot butter

Scrapes against the back

Of my teeth

Removing the the taste of tender sweetness

The butter rolls over my bottom lip and drips..

Discarded petals; an

Edible journey to the heart

Covered with fur.

The cost is high for such a precious blossom

One for each of us on

A rare, special night; a

Treat for us all

Blossoms with edible parts.

Fall ~ Color

I'd write about fall, but I believe showing it does more justice.

If I were to write about fall, I would end up being overly descriptive.

And it would turn into something sounding "flowery".

I hate flowery.

So here are pictures, no need to tell you how beautiful and unique fall is--

Just look outside your window.

It's here.

Family, Can You Hear It?

You know the old saying, "Stop and smell the roses", well...

Have you ever stopped and listened to your family?

They make such funny sounds. They speak such odd sentences.

We get annoyed when they don't stop talking, we get concerned when they don't talk at all.

You know what I am thankful for?

The opportunity I've been given to live with my sister, her husband, and their two little boys.

Until moving in with them last year I never did stop and listen to family.

I was always in the mix when living with my parents at home. But now, now I can observe from the outside.

It's been fun watching the four of them, and baby number three grow in my sister's belly.

But listening--that's my favorite.

I love waking up to the sound of little boys karate chopping.

I laugh every time I hear sentences like: "The guns don't belong with the food" and "Sam, you may not eat any more scissors."

These sentences won't make any sense to you.

And that's okay.

That's why they make me laugh.

Without children, we would never be able to say such odd sentences that shouldn't make sense but do under the circumstance.

My favorite is hearing my sister and her husband.

I over heard them laughing upstairs; the purposeful, hardy, and very fake sounding, "HA HA HA" kind.

I entered the room and asked, "What's going on in here, guys?"

This was their response:

"We were hanging this up." (this = my sister added small blank cards in her wedding invitations for the guests to write marriage advice on and send back with the RSVP. My sister had these cards matted and framed)

"One of the cards said: Take time to laugh together," they told me.

"Oh, so that was you two laughing together?" I said.

Matt, my sister's husband, chuckled and said "Yup".

I have learned so much from the two of them.

They love the Lord, they love each other, they love their kiddos.

They know the importance of hard work, whether it be "at the office" or in the home.

I cannot thank the Lord enough for such a wonderful sister and role model.

I was recently asked who my closest friend(s) were, and I said "...my sister?"

At first, after having said that, I thought to myself "LAME!"

But I quickly thought--no, I'm quite the opposite.

Because what would be lame-r, is having a sister that I took for granted.

She picked a good one. Her hubby is the brother I never had.

He looks out for me, he teases me, he brews coffee...well.

I laugh every time I pull his fatigues out of the dryer--it always takes me a good three minutes to detach all the socks, undies, and other small articles of clothing from the velcro.

Family.

Are you listening?