i'm going to write a book.

despite his womanizing ways, affairs, four marriages, and a notoriously almost bipolar personality, Frank Sinatra sure knows how to tug at a girls heart, perhaps that's why he is sometimes called the Sultan of Swoon or Swoonatra.

also, did anyone else notice to birds singing today? perhaps they were just espeically loud or i have been deaf to it before but it was like everytime i went outside all i could hear was birds and as i sat in my classes i could hear them chirping. i can't say it wasn't wonderful, but that many birds kidna freaks me out...i blame hitchcock

there is really no reason for couples to hold hands while they're trying to eat...it's not really romantic, it's not practical, and unless one person is a lefty well, it's just a hassle.

it's also lame when people push the handicap button on the doors just because they don't want to hold it for the person behind them.

"Lord, let your judgment, pass over us, Lord let your love hover near,

don't let your sweet mercy, pass over us, let this blood cover over us here"

-andrew peterson

there are plenty of things in the world that sadden my heart. honestly, i have no intention of going through the whole list right now, but one particular thing has been on my mind the past few days.

this particular thing, is the one thing that hits the heart of every girl i have ever come in contact with but at the same time will bring almost any group of girls together, in a sad, but honest kind of way...it's body image. body image is something i don't usually rant or dwell on, but it's something that is very much an issue for the heart of every girl.

my developmental movement class is full of girls i normally wouldn't hang out with. in fact, it's one of those classes i would really prefer to sit quietly through and not really deal with anyone in. however, it's also a classes based entirely on group work, so i have gotten to know some of the girls.

the other day, by i'm sure God's intention, i found myself sitting and doing my observation with the two girls in the class i had built up some ridiculous and judgemental distance from. the observation took all 5 out of the 30 minutes we had to sit there, so naturally, we just began to chat. it started with talking about clothes, because it's a PE class we were dressed out and were talking about where to get nice but cheap workout clothes. which then led to the subject of working out, which inevitably led to talking about why we worked out and what in particular drove us to feel like we needed to.

we were all pretty much in the same boat, not girls particularly obsessed with our weight and appearance so much, but worried enough to have days and times when we just didn't feel pretty or just were less than happy with how we looked.

it's sad, because even some of the most godly women i know, who are so satisfied in their relationship with God, still struggle with this problem. Captivating spends time on this and acknowledges it as Satan's attack on the fairer sex, which it is.

i really don't have a profound conclusion or solution to the problem, so i will leave it alone, but, it does make me sad that there are plenty of girls out there who struggle with this way more than i do and who furthermore don't know their status as the princess of a king who is enthralled with their beauty.



in order to not leave everyone depressed...i believe we should all talk like the gamblers on Guys and Dolls (starring good ol' frank sinatra).

because yesterday was valentine's day and i KNOW you want to know my thoughts on love

after about a week and a half of irritating mental stress, all but a religion test is in the past, and i feel obligated to allow my brain some quality farting time, at least academically. not to mention, i only have twenty minutes before work and there really is no need to crack open a book just to close it again.

sigh.

it amazes me how, as someone who calls herself a Christian, I can do such a shotty job of fulfilling the most central element of the Gospel--love. If you take NOTHING else from Jesus' message, take love, it's what he was all about, it's what we are called to be all about, but we fail at it so often.

i have a really hard time loving some people, I have no good reason usually, maybe they just have a bad habit or something I don't like, but in general, i just don't care enough to love. and what a poor reflection of God to not love my neighbor?

it's funny how not matter how long you have been a Christian, sometimes you still have so many of the basics to learn. I really have just been praying for God to soften my heart to love, to revel not only in his love for me, but to love my brothers and sisters all around me, to take the focus off me and just pour love into others.

gah, i don't do emotions well, but man is my God an emotional God!

p.s. this really has nothing to do with valentine's day

tulips and lemondrop cookies...

Let's face it, the thumbs up is dorky. It is, perhaps, the silliest gesture in our culture, but we all do it, and it's always dorky.