Plaid Blue Shirts and Cheap Plastic Tires

So, sometimes God moments just feel few and so far between. Here it is New Years Eve and I can't even begin to place what all occurred the last 5 or so months. Regretfully, for some reason I neglected this blog by journaling lots and lots the last year. Honestly I wish I had continued writing entries in here rather than journal, but here we are at December 31st. The last few months have been a challenging circus full of multiple tents and people. Most of the "acts" resembled a tight rope or trapeze and I kept waiting on Jesus to meet me before falling. It's bizarre considering so many events occurred and yet I sit wishing to recollect what feels like a dream. Other things are right at the back of my mind, yet I know it is not time to pull them out to written word. Alas, it would be rather simple for me to write some long list of the many things I have gained knowledge on. Perhaps it would make more sense on recording things i want to "change" over the new year. Yet, as i sit here, 6 a.m, ...which was once a figurative, metaphorical time in my opinion, and I have only one story to tell.

Maybe that is a lie. In fact, that is a lie. A blatant, stupid lie. Yet, for this morning I am going to run with it, because it is not only the most recent story- but a pretty daggon awesome one.

Yesterday was seemingly a dreadfully, long, pathetic day. If you had asked me about 20 hours ago why it was dreadful I not only wouldn't tell you, but I would choose to wallow in my frustrations while giving some long winded answer that no person in their right mind would ever be able to follow. This would then allow bunny trails of conversation so that not only would I not be convicted of my patheticness, but also would leave whomever it concerned in a labyrinth of confusion afterwards. (Note also that at 6 a.m. the word labyrinth to a dyslexic was almost unbearable to construct- but I focused on fixing the letters misplaced for all of my grammatical&spellchecking absurd amigos out there). Long, boring story short- I was alone for about 48 hours straight with merely a pizza box, cable i never wanted to buy, and my paint sets. "AwesOme".

Finally, as I was about to cancel coffee plans with a friend, I realized how absurd that would be. After a 5 minuet shower I ran to my destination only to find myself further creating my maze of a story for whomever would try to crack my hearts safe for the day. Amazing what 23 years of practice can give you when it comes to such things. Graduation day with a masters in B.S.ing my emotion is not something to be proud of and I in no way hang the diploma on my wall. Finally my friend and I realized there was not much to digress upon at coffee, so we went to play some sticks for a wee bit (Aka hit some heads, or eh hem...drum). While at the church I kept feeling the Lord pushing us to go to Walmart. Over and over again I heard this but shoved it off due to the notion that I hadn't really been hearing much from the Lord lately, so why the crap would this be different? Mocking in my mind, about 2 minutes after hearing "Go To WALMART" for the third time it also finished with, "and then to Kroger". Feeling somewhat bored at this point my friend and I realized all we really wanted was prayer. That being said, we drove over to a church couples house in hopes to receive prayer on a few different matters.

Now, I can understand where this would be dumb to anyone reading it.

Even if you don't believe in God, I am sure that you could agree that if you DID believe in God- and felt whole heartedly that He was telling you to do something (keeping in mind that His will was actually wonderful because you are looking through the lenses of me) then you most certainly shouldn't waste time in disobedience.

Sadly, however, we drove to their house. After waiting outside their house for about 15 minuets parked by their next door smoker using her dog as an excuse for a late night cig fix... I finally vocalized my thoughts, cowardly.

Me- So, uh, do you think maybe we are supposed to head somewhere else?

Friend- Walmart

Me- OH MY GOSH WALMART, I've been getting that the whole time!

Friend- I KNOW-- even back at that church

Me- HAHAHA I THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY

Friend- i think we're supposed to meet someone there

Me- Omg Me too! Lets get there before they leave!

So, to explain to anyone who thinks we are nuts at this point- this is known as a Treasure Hunt. God knows when believers listen to the Holy Spirit. Many times He will send them on wild goose chases knowing they will listen. To anyone who says this is crazy, I would retort with --Well Perhaps you haven't listened because He calls everyone.

On our way up the street to Walmart we started asking the Lord for specifics about the person.

Our "treasure map" clues entailed:

Male, about our age, blonde hair, near the auto mechanic area, plaid shirt, and a staff member.

Now, that is undeniably quite a bold list. It looked crazy watching the letters even form that sentence as I sat here typing it all down. You have to keep in mind, in our heads, in the moment it sounded even crazier.

Well, getting to Walmart, we headed towards the Auto Mechanic section. Literally at the same time we looked up to see a worker, about our age, blonde hair, and wearing a blue plaid shirt walking by with his box cart to load. Pathetically, I will admit to pointing and saying "HIM" with my mouth wide open, but hey- it was a long list and my faiths been a bit trampled on recently. My friend and I legit stood there laughing and finally went to sit on some benches realizing we never asked the Lord what to tell this guy! So, while sitting on the benches the Lord gave us for this guy: 1. He is loved and appreciated 2. that he needed encouraged and 3. that something was happening with his mother. Finally, we go back towards the area to find him and he asked if he could help us find anything due to the weird faces we made. I don't know if you understand how odd it is looking at some guy you only knew things about minutes before hand then watching him pop up in front of your face like an Alice in Wonderland character...needless to say, it is a very weird feeling. When asked what we were looking for my friend said, "Well, You, actually."

Walmart guy- "whattttt?"

Me- "Ya (insert mini giggle), we were drinking coffee then got bored and went to our church. There we were told to go to Walmart and find the guy in the car section who has blonde hair, is about our age, and is wearing plaid! And so we drove all the way here and there you are!"

...at this point i am pretty sure he thought we were drunk, but who wouldn't? and thats Biblical anyway, Eph. 5:18.

Walmart Guy- "Wait, so like, is this some kinda Wigi board thing?

me- "Oh no, no- this is straight up Jesus and Holy Spirit stuff dude!"

Friend- "Yea, the Lord wants us to tell you he loves you and that you are appreciated! Is there anything we can pray over you about?"

Guy- "Ha, prayer uh... a million dollars? .....I'm not even a believer er nothin"

Me and friend- "oh thats fine dude! we are just here to pray for anything you may need"

Guy- "oh" (long hesitation in which I wanted to ask about his mom, but if we were wrong about the mom thing.....then it could put worry where it wasn't necessary) "uh, i'm ok thanks"

Friend- "ok, well know you are loved and being prayed for dude"

Me- "Yea, i hope your night is blessed"

...afterwards we realized regretfully we got so excited we didn't even get his name. To be honest, I doubt he would have given us the real one at that point. hahaha Awesome enough, if I ever run into him at Walmart again I can totally have a follow up conversation. Sadly, by the time we reached Kroger we are pretty positive the Lady we were supposed to chat with was leaving. The Lord then told each of us to go to McDonalds, where we talked and had encouraging conversations.

Now, I sit here typing at 7 a.m. and honestly feel physically sick. One of the awesome things we landed on last night was about how Jesus can use us no matter how we "feel". Whether physically sick, emotionally drained, or ready to drown some gold fish- when we are listening He will follow through and use us.

Regretfully the last few days I have been a bum when I felt mostly well physically. Now, here I sit feeling sick and have more energy than I did before merely because of my gracious- day and night redeeming Savior.

I pray over each of you reading this, that you may walk in the Spirit in such a way that outsiders can't comprehend why you are different. That the light of the Lord rests upon you. That you live outlandish, Jesus filled lives. Praise God for the undercover Superheros. May your time of alias's fade away as we transform the world with the Love and Peace of Jesus. It's time to come out of hiding. You are gifted, learn to use it. You are mighty, grow in the one who made you mighty. People are always looking for a resolution, but I think the world needs miracles. Whose ready to walk on water with me?

...there are lots of guys, wearing plaid blue shirts, just waiting to hear they are loved by a Savior. Sure, we could go running around telling just anyone those things- but why not let the Lord take us to the people who He wants specifically to hear it in special moments?

Three Point One Four, From Chocolate to Pie

It's been so long since that original incident of the "Jesus fed the 5 thousands, errrr maybe a dorm, with chocolate". The past 5 months it has truly been frustrating, feeling as though the Lord is there just not moving. Sometimes it seems He is just waiting for us to run into His lap and say, "Daddy! DADDDY! Can we have pumpkin pie!?"

Yes, this sounds incredibly silly to most people. In reality though, the Lord just really wants us to spend time with Him. It's almost like your boyfriend or girlfriend longing to take you on a date, but for whatever reason you are just to busy...even if its a pathetic excuse.

Well, yesterday I started unrealistically craving pumpkiny-pie goodness. I longed for the stuff more than a Prego woman craves chopped suey. (My mother always said when she was pregnant she craved chopped suey. Ironically, in Lady and the Tramp, chop suey is what the main lady character begs her hubby for when pregnant also. This developed into a fact, over much time in my brain that all women crave the horrid suey. Apparently, my so called fact is fiction, yet it doesn't mean I can't use it in my examples right?!) But, yea...omg pie.

Day two rolled around. Allllll day long nothing appeased me, due the lack of pumpkin pie in my life. Finally, tonight, I grabbed my keys and wanted to go to walmart for some things (obviously not pumpkin pie....). The Lord stole my attention and said, "Go to Kroger." We battled over that for a bit, but I ended up driving there. After passing the scan your own check out lines He immediately said, "Turn right". Ironically I took a few turns on my own and after a while eventually landed in pastries. (The pastries were to the right which is where I would have gone first). THERE, low and behold (drum roll...you'll never guess) were my favorite cookies.

NOW.

Once you get over the shock of there being cookies instead of pie, I would love to inform you that I HATE cookies. They have grown on me a bit this last year, but still...blek. Well, I hate all cookies. All except that kind with the weird frosting and sprinkles that never stay on- that are ALWAYS on sale and taste nothing of cookie?!...yea, i love those.

I grabbed the cookies, thinking they would due for the time being, and the Lord said, "Put the cookies down."

We then fought over the cookies.

All internally of coarse, for I figure most other shoppers would not like to listen in on the "schizophrenic" girl in aisle three, yelling about whether or not to buy cookies.

But, He continued to press the idea of letting them go. Finally, I self-righteously started walking off with them and there, right before my eyes, was...

of coarse,

PUMPKIN PIE.

I think I literally jumped for joy. Then, throwing the unnecessary cookies down, I lunged towards my beautiful pie. The cookies were a cheap fix. A personal re-bound to what my hopes really asked for.

We do that a lot with the Lord. We ask and pray...and think He's going to fail us when He doesn't respond as quickly as we want. Thats when we run for the cookies. We forget to go right, to pass go, and collect two hundred dollars. We settle. I settled. ...almost.

The cookies don't deserve that.

The Lord doesn't deserve that.

I pray we don't second guess our amazing daddy. I pray we go on some dates with Him, listen, and wait on His best. It's funny, He could have just let me have the stupid cookies. Instead, He gave me exactly what I longed for and left the cookies to be the answer to someone else's prayer.

...alright, time for paperwork and PUMPKIN Pie. Did I mention it's not in season? I mentioned that right? ...cuz it's not. ...I've got some miracle pieee.

faith and prayers.

3.14 C= [nerd pie]

The Unplanned Moments

Today was an extraordinary day.

The weekend was slightly like an atomic bomb of stupidness from the outside world pouring into mine. I hit a point of absolute exhaustion and utter hard heartedness. At the point of my frustration no song on guitar, time spent on a painting, amount of fundip, spicey Tika Masala (Nommy nom Indian Food), As Told By Liz episode, or funny moment could pull me out of slump.

The nice thing about being in a slump: You give yourself the absolute authoritative right to be moody and look upset with "Mess with me or Die" plastered on your face.

The bad thing about a slump: You in no way exhibit the love of the Lord or the His abundant joy. You hit a point where acceptance of self-centeredness sounds like the best decision. You express a non-realistic view to the world of what the Love of Jesus conquers.

SO, Sunday rolled around and I woke up to yet another ploy to make me reach over and slip on my mask of "Mess with me or Die". Then for breakfast, while running around getting ready, I drank an intense cup of "My life is insanity- EVERYONE SHOULD SYMPATHIZE WITH ME". After this I drove over to my friends dorm, picked him up, and rushed to church.

Granted, YES I was stoked to see some friends I hadn't in a long time. Reality is that my heart was in no place of wanting to a hear a sermon, praise Jesus, or communicate with people that could convict me of my growing bitterness.

Alas, I mention how crazy my weekend was and moved conversation around to what is going on in other peoples life. It was not completely a sneaky manipulating detour on my part because I did in fact care deeply for each of them. I will, however, admit the whole detour created a beautiful excuse to get away with my apathy for concerning matters at hand.

Everything was going swell, and then *BAM* ...the Lord hit me. Not literally, the Holy Spirit (as my gals and I would say) is a gentleman. The song He Loved Me to the End was our last worship song. As soon as I heard the first few chords something, some tiny twang in my heart split at that point. The bitter, apathetic, stoic side of me shattered and left a wound Jesus could bandage. There is something about the words to that song (you can look them up) that devours chains on my heart every time I hear it. Broken chains have tangible evidence of their pre-existance, however, devoured chains are what the Lord does. He physically took them on the cross. They have no type of evidence of their previous existence. And, then, as if the Lord Himself sings it to me, I can't contain myself, and I must sing it back to him. "I won't giveee up, He loved me to the End. I will press onnnn, He loved me to the end..."

From that point on my whole insides (and possibly outer demeanor) changed.

Then, at the end of the service a couple of us started talking about the Lord. We recently helped run a revival service. This service felt like one of the biggest blessings of this year, but happened to also make me feel black listed amongst some fellow believers. Constantly I have been fighting lies these last few weeks revolving this one night that truly was an encouragement and a movement. Yes, it made some uncomfortable, but it issued a place for some to encounter the Holy Spirit in a way they hadn't before. I watched a good friend get prompted to go pray for someone he didn't really know. This is COMPLETELY out of his normal realm of comfort zone...and I'm pretty sure he loved that he was obedient to the spirit afterwards. I watched a girl feel free to lift her hands and sing with all her might. I watched a couple kids hesitate then step into the presence of God unlike they had ever been able or stretched to do before. The service was an amazing force of impact, whether a tad uncomfortable for some or finally freedom raining for others. But, yes, the three of us talked about the service. It lead us to talking about many other things. Things that broke our hearts. Issues that we wanna fight for. Moments that we met the Lord in a new place.

...This one and simple conversation was the most uplifting thing that could have occurred after the events that had dismayed me this weekend. And, all of that being stated, it merely reminded me of these truths:

Sometimes the best and dearest moments come from abandoning your schedule. Sometimes the faces you view acquaintances are waiting to bloom into the dearest friendships. For them to bloom it takes putting down the planner, throwing out the schedule and stopping to give them your undivided attention. Sometimes the Lord has His hands out to bless us but it is always our choice to receive them.

I suppose what I am saying here is, I am blessed amongst the heartaches. I am blessed during the trials. I'm sent friends to help walk through fire. And, "OH, HE LOVES ME, TO THE END. ...WE WILL OVERCOME, BY HIS BLOOD, BY HIS BLOOD".

Oh HE Loves YOU, to the end.

Faith, Prayers, Encouragement,

Shattering Statistics

McDonalds always was my favorite...apparently its Jesus's too!

I have been broken for the Holy Spirit to move on my campus. Many believers from different organizations have been hearing one specific word in our prayer lives: REVIVAL.

As the enemy tries so much to vanquish this attempt of faith, the Lord keeps professing His utter love for my friends and I.

It's truly amazing how He has called us to unification and love for one another recently. To be honest quite a few of the ones I am now working with I did not even know. Satan has done a good job in splitting the church, and that is also proven in the on campus ministries here at our school.

Amazingly we have been filled with grace. Every time someone speaks against us, the Lord declares His plans. Regretfully, I was quite torn tonight as to how to react to some things that my heart is slightly broken over. Sometimes "my mouth is like a magazine" to use the wondrous words of the good ole' band showbread. Aka, my mouth runnith over on things I knew were not of the Lord, but just me in fleshy defense mode. One of the gals I love dearly sent me a blogpost about her weekend, and it is an amazing encouragement from the Lord.

I would love for each of you to take the time to read it. Time is a precious thing and I would never want you to waste it. But, this should truly bless and refresh your soul. It shatters some comfort zones and expectations we watch people put on our Savior.

Sometimes the Lord sends His word through a friend. Sometimes Jesus sends His love through a song. And, sometimes Jesus sends His love via blogging. I suppose this could be considered weird, yet He IS the one who created diversity, so you gotta believe He uses it to reach us.

FIRE OF JESUS; making disciples, walking as Jesus, Igniting the Nations.

"I see a generation, rising up to take their place. With selfless faith, selfless faith. I see a near revival, stirring as we pray and seek. We're on our knees. ON OUR KNEES." -Hosanna- Hillsong

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~♡ of an Evangelist~

The heart of an evangelist is an ever ascending and descending roller coaster of emotion. On one hand, the Word of deliverance from the Lord is ever on their lips, creating a drive of joyous perseverance. On the other hand, it is a constant heartache having daily encounters with people in desperate need of a Savior. If every 5 seconds someone goes to hell, what is the number of seconds that someone goes to heaven? To the evangelist, the one whose existence is to spread the truth that sustains their very life, the grim statistics are like needles to the soul. Yet, the evangelist runs on with faith. They hold bold conversations in the mere pursuit of beating the walls Satan established to blockade the souls of the wanted. These faces passed daily of carcasses whose broken, misused, beaten, bruised, and bound are imprinted on the mind and heart of the evangelist. We, as I outspokenly declare myself to be an evangelist as well, long for the day, any day, a hear is changed forever. As warriors wielding swords to the fight, we battle for those not knowing the war is at hand. Instead of a fight for the death, a fight for the life is passionately pursued. For we we're once pursued ourselves and we know the ever amazing redemption that came from it. It is a battle never questioned, because Jesus never questioned us.

We owe Him, yet He demands nothing.

Grace is amazing.

Jesus is love.

Fight for those who have yet to meet love.

Fight for those yet to know Jesus.

..."we live, we die. We live, we die, we fight for love."-Disciple

Furious Love and Butterflies to Prove it...

The LAST post i wrote was way back in August. It's focus was on seeing the butterflies in life that God sends us each day. Granted, I was speaking metaphorically, yet I saw literal butterflies daily until October! I know it sounds as if I am exaggerating, but it was a daily encounter. It was truly incredible, as if the Lord was saying, "I know what you we're truly asking for. In fact, I know you better than anyone. But I am sending the literal butterflies to remind you of - oh How I DO LOVE YOU... So much!"

(side note to those who are more poetic of heart: If you have read or studied much about Joan of Arc- she felt that the Lord was with her and loved her when she saw butterflies. Apparently when finally burned at the steak, she was surrounded by fluttering white butterflies. I figure if they are good enough for Joan, I am honored to believe the same. And this story goes along with where my blog is heading...)

So Kathryn and I we're hanging out with some AMAZING brothers-in-Christ last night. One happened to mention that The Finger of God documentary came out with an amazing sequel. If you are interested in The Finger Of God at all- I blogged about it almost a year ago- and you can find it on a link connected to the post. Kathryn and I decided there would be no finer way of spending our free Friday, then watching this movie. Cool enough, Jesus provided a way for us to get our hands on a copy, and praise Him for it-cuz it was mind blowing! So these some of my thoughts on the documentary, regardless of there being no real way to convey the amazingness of it all. I preface all of this with EACH OF YOU NEEDS TO SEE IT. EVERY CHURCH NEEDS TO PLAY IT. IT WOULD RADICALLY CHANGE THE WAY THE AMERICAN CHURCH IS ESTABLISHED.

... Alas, I shall step off my soap box momentarily to explain what it was about...

(here is a link to a preview to easily set the tone for the rest of the blog: Furious Love )

The documentary starts out by testing love. You watch this journey of taking love to the most GODLESS places you can find on earth, just to see if love will impact or concur the darkness.

Some stories are gruesome. Some stories are terrifying. Some stories are unbelievable. But the one thing its all centered around is Jesus is the ONLY real LOVE that there is.

We watch as the man and his team travel all around the world. We see brothels, villages, Satanic and New Age Conventions, one of the worst drug capitals in the world, and many many devastating, heart-wrenching places.

It's a radical thought, that ties well into the dark month of October, that in the midst of Darkness- love OVERSHADOWS everything. Love not only overshadows- but it grabs fear, lies, and doubt by the throat and suffocates it.

LOVE. Furious Love. A radical and Furious and AMAZING love.

...During this movie I heard testimonies of Christians whose friends and family we're murdered and being persecuted for their faith, daily. I listened as a man tells a story of visiting the most dangerous village in the world. He met a man who found his fathers head on a post one morning because their family we're Christians. I ask myself, how Lord, how do THEY feel your LOVE? Isn't love non-existent there? Yet they felt the love and presence of God. Needless to say the man who visited was changed forever.

I watched a Satanist give a testimony of how Jesus delivered her! Here is a woman who is a bride within the Satanic church (I can explain sometime to anyone interested). She works with the demonic and was told from her birth that Christians are of coarse the enemy. Yet the Lord brought HER to Christianity? ...REAL love is the ONLY thing that can concur something like that.

I listened as a Pimp was shown compassion, healed physically, then miraculously came to the Lord. Ten minuets later she, and the person who had just helped lead her to Jesus went and told one of her prostitutes about the Lord as well. THATS THE COOL PART- when you are consumed with the LOVE OF THE LORD- u HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT.

Story after story, person after person, each touched by Jesus, each feeling loved.

By the end of the movie there is not much to say. Your mind just races at the un-fathmableness of it all.

One of the only things I could think of was a line in the song, "When Satan is VANQUISHED and JESUS IS KING" which lead me to think of, "He loves us, OH HOW HE LOVES US".

I don't add pictures to my blog's often. I'm not completely sure as to why this is since i love taking pictures. When it comes to my writing, however, I just tend to let the grammatically challenged-hopefully Holy Spirit inspired-sentences speak for themselves. Yet, the NEAT thing about this picture, the one at the top of this post ...hahaha is I took it myself. That is MY hand. That was MY butterfly! Well, at least one out of the hundreds I saw the last few months. I simply found him on the ground, barely alive. If you look closely His little wing on the left was torn. The Lord let me pick him up and spend some quality time with the lil' broken fellow. Finally, at the end of the day I set him in a tree for peace and rest.

The Lord was like, "This is what I do for YOU! I find you by the road and I see that you are broken. This devastates my heart because you are beautiful and I love you! I pick you up and carry you to safety. You don't have to love me back...I know this. I just want to spend time with you even if you don't understand why! You may still feel broken, but I am the only one who can truly help you fly! You'll never really know how much I love you, but please let me show you. And if you let me I promise, I shall bring you to peace and rest!"

It's funny- a few months ago that blog post was just me looking for the Lord and trying not miss out on the world. He turned it into an amazingly, orchestrated event later- that spoke to me so sweetly. He wants the butterflies, every last one of them.

Many are lost, fluttering in utter darkness- blind of the Love He has. We are the light, we are the ones who MUST see them along the path. It doesn't matter how dark their path is. It doesn't matter if we think they could never POSSIBLY come to the Lord. As the church, it is our job to act in faith. We are the ones who must pick them up, and carry them to safety.

We are the ones who must show them Furious LOVE.

Love. Faith. and Prayers.

~Shattering Statistics

...When We Walk By Butterflies...

A few days ago i was walking to class from uptown. For those of you who don't know, uptown is basically a downtown filled with numerous wonderful things. One of the main buildings has been torn down, so there is this little area of gravel, holes, and a lot of grey. Walking past the construction zone this ignoramus, monarch butterfly fluttered between me and the chained fence. There was a guy walking the opposite direction of me. He was doing some hardcore texting and totally missed out on the goliath butterfly. It was a shame and I stopped to consider how many times God's sent me something glorious, and I had been busy on MY phone. It's not just with butterflies...

I am an R.A. (in the coolest, freaking dorm ever), and our building is notorious for the internet crashing. Take 119 or so, un-airconditioned, 17-18 year olds, and strip them of their Facespace/Youtube/Skype or any form of internet and it quickly becomes extreme anarchy. To get a better picture, just imagine that scene from Return of the King, when the army is coming to destroy everything and everyone knows everyone will die, ya...that about does it justice. But, here's the irony of it all, suddenly the hermit-lonely, newbies have created unity of an extraordinary picture. Regardless of being different colored, having different backgrounds, or being uncomfortable to meet one another- they suddenly all had ONE THING IN COMMON: UNHAPPINESS. hahahaha I'm terrible for laughing, because as R.A.'s I should not want my students living in agony. People we're running around talking to one another and I sat back to think about that. WOW....here we are, a mini community of PEOPLE, who would rather drown ourselves in finding companions online - when there are over a hundred new people in the same building to meet. At this point I wanted to screw up the internet for the rest of the year. It truly is more of a waste than a help (and I say this hypocritically, as I use it right now writing, along with itunes, skype, and facespace windows open as well).

Both of these scenarios reminded me of the blessings God gives us that we miss daily. We miss the kids laughing in the fountains. We miss the sunshine on our face, because it makes us hot. We miss the joy in the face, of the old lonely man walking his dog. We miss the person in their room crying from homesickness. We miss the chance to make a friend, maybe a best friend.

It's a sad day, as a nation, when we trade neighbors, family, friends, and the world for fake interaction. I'm not here to bash. I'm not here to say i hate technology- because, I don't, in fact i truly love it. I text more than some Jr. High girls; I use Facebook religiously; and I feel the need to once in a while still feed my stupid Neopets. (*pushes glasses up* waving to all geeks out there). But for real, gosh I'd HATE living without all of it...but, it's a love-hate relationship.

I just wanna encourage you all with my stance to start putting down the laptop and phone a little more often.

I wanna see the Butterflies.

I'm not missing out

anymore.

Faith and prayers.