Little did she know...

If there was one thing that stood out to me from all of April, it would be celebrating the resurrection of Christ! What an amazing weekend not only to prep for but also to be able to spend with the body of Christ. I was so, so blessed. Regardless of having an amazing church family , I was just encouraged by all of the songs that we sang/listened to and by the message that was shared. God was glorified! "Who has felt the nails upon his hand? Bearing all the guilt of sinful man God eternal, humbled to the grave, Jesus savior, risen now to reign! "Behold our God, seated on His throne! Come, let us adore Him! Behold our King, nothing can compare! Come let us adore Him!" Sovereign Grace Music . . . April self portrait: for the cause [I like the idea, but I did a lame-sauce job.] shirt for Japan , bracelet for Invisible Children , shoes for TOMS now go get yourself one. or two. And last but not least: my recent addict...

i L.O.V.E this girlie. this girl is so full of life and energy and silliness. i love our inside jokes, goofy voices and endless teasing. i love her hugs and professions of love. i love how she can always make me laugh. i love her blonde hair and sparkly eyes. i love her compassionate heart. i just love Taliah Karis Trimble.

learning to trust God with my Life, my Future, my Right Now, sometimes seems like the hardest thing to do But its funny, because once I finally realize that I am not in control anyways (and i never have been), God does amazing things despite me being me Life is not about me. [shocking, i know] so why do I get the feeling that I am living like it is? "Not to us, O LORD, not to us, but to your name give glory, for the sake of your steadfast love and your faithfulness!" Psalm 115:1

I obviously have reading ADD.

horrible snow. possibly the best skiing time i have ever had. remembering old jokes. making new jokes. laughing. always laughing. it was like we were never apart. i love friendships like that.

[you know the road's deserted when...] On the way back to the NE homestead, I have often wanted to stop and take pictures, because I like the wide open emptiness. Sure, it makes for a long drive all by your lonesome, or with your brother, or your friend. BUT. it's beautiful. [don't hate] This time, I actually wasn't driving at sunset, or in the middle of the night and I wasn't in a rush to get somewhere, so. I stopped. and ran around on the road and took pictures and loved the sunshine. and only saw 1 vehicle. the sky and grass and naked trees along with the worn out road... winner winner, chicken dinner! resolution: to stop alongside the road more often when the opportunity/mood strikes. I have a mental list going along highways 79, 385, and 71. for starters.

pictures from here BUT . then I remember who's in control. "Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand and marked off the heavens with a span, enclosed the dust of the earth in a measure and weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in a balance? Behold, the nations are like a drop from a bucket, and are accounted as the dust on the scales; behold, he takes up the coastlands like fine dust. To whom will you liken God, or what likeness compare with him? Do you not know? Do you not hear? Has it not been told you from the beginning? Have you not understood from the foundations of the earth? It is he who sits above the circle of the earth, and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers; who stretches out the heavens like a curtain, and spreads them like a tent to dwell in; who brings princes to nothing, and makes the rulers of the earth as emptiness. Lift up your eyes on high and see: who created these? He who brings o...

Part one: a day in the life. It's a typical Thursday at work. The boss and I have already gotten our coffee and croissant fix. My partner just got out of bed, taking enough time to smooth down his hair and bless me for the fresh pot of coffee before settling in to write trip reports from his busy, no-sleep night. The oxygen guy has come and gone, his long locks flowing and his music blaring. The UPS man and I have done our usual cheery exchange while juggling boxes and signatures. And, struck with a moment of inspiration, and a mind full of musings, I am at my usual post: in front of Horton (my computer) with both coffee and radio readily accessible. That's when I get interrupted, mid thought process, by the guy with the title of "Dirty Harry." He comes strolling in to the room, his dirty hat perched on top of his dirty hair, one hand shoved in his dirty jeans and the other holding an envelope. His wide, toothless grin and squinting, watery eyes preceding the...

Mondays are the best. Really. I mean it. Here are [a few] reasons why: [because you were wondering] sleeping in [i won't confess how late] Waking Up Slow [thanks, jack] coffee in my favorite mug a Very Large Window to watch the snow journaling Blog Stalking [yeah. i'm one of those people] cleaning without urgency [not that cleaning with urgency happens that often anyways] an empty schedule Other Friends who don't work on Monday either Sovereign Grace Music [album after album. some fav's? Come Weary Saints, Psalms, Valley of Vision] Verse(s) of the Week via Remember 2011 These are a Few of My Favorite [monday] Things. [don't hate.] in other news : stay tuned. Exciting Things to follow! :) [do you find the above as ridiculously hilarious as i do? how did they know i was working on becoming morbidly obese?!?!]

At the same time that I was reunited with my brother and his fiance , they brought me a little bit of happiness from Brasil :) Not only did they bring me TWO loaves of cuca (heaven!), but two letters from my two good [new] friends. All of these combined made my day and and weekend and week and probably month... maybe even year! :) [me and jo. picture courtesy of Ella Belle ] Samanta and Jordana were so much fun to get to know and it was so sad to say good bye. In the short two weeks that we were together we bonded over laughing and teasing and mocking each other through our broken communication. By the end, we were self proclaimed sisters. But do you know what is special? We really ARE sisters, a part of the body of Christ. I love that. :) [sammy. pierre. moi. jo.] [we adopted peter too. just not as a sister] te amo jojo and sammy! Ps. I didn't take any pictures of cuca because I was too busy devouring it while reacquainting my...

I missed out on posting on Valentines Day because I was driving through Missouri, or something. But I didn't want to let the Valentine's goodness pass unmentioned! So here you go. Better late than never. First off, I got some sweet postcards from Love146 that both supported a worthy cause and gave me an excuse to stick stamps on paper and mail them. (because. I still like snail mail. and real, live books.) AND! I could write all over them with a sharpie. I love sharpies. Sappy alert! [It's true. I am sappy sometimes.] For your viewing pleasure, this part of You've Got Mail. (Which happens to be my favorite chick flick.) "How about coffee or drinks or dinner or a movie... for as long as we both shall live." Favorite line of the movie. For reals. And this Mr. Darcy quote :) from here . and that's all. thanks for stopping by. :)

Hey so I'm sick today. That means no kissing, Liz. R ight. I'll keep that in mind. Oh poop. Poop, poop, poop. (pause) I can't say anything else cuz i'm around kids a lot. Not good for them to hear those other words. Say, could you wipe my schnoz? that would be a negative. but i'll sure give you some tissue. Yeah, my husband died just a little while a go. ( sympathetic face. mumbling something about being sorry.) Yeah. It's really a bummer because I lost all of his social security income! (raises eyebrows) oh, is that right? Friend: Alright now, you behave. ( commence shuffling out the door.) Patient: (giggles) I'll try not to molest them. (winks at me) I'll keep my hands to myself! and this is the part where I am glad that I can drive and laugh at my partners trapped in the back. I hate hospitals! Hate them. Can't trust those people. why's that? Well! My father went in for his fifth bypass surgery. Never heard from him si...