so, you want to hear a secret?

[i'd have made a really good 1960's housewife.]

actually, i'd make a really good housewife in general, and here are a few reasons why:

-i can cook. i mean, not just make hamburger helper cook, but actually cook...especially if it is mexican or tex mex
       such as: taco soup, fajitas, taco casserole, hashbrown casserole, spinach manicotti...
      [basically, i should live in texas, but i don't.  whoops]

-i like kids. i mean, i really like kids. like--i like them for a living--or at least, a part-time living. and i actually enjoy it--the feedings, the dirty diapers, the peekaboo, the snotty noses, the crying, the rocking, the leaving drool spots on your shirt from where they've been breathing when they lay on your chest...

-i'm domestic. i clean, i organize, i plan.  and...i actually enjoy all of that.

so, here's the thing:
      i'd make a really good 1960's housewife for someone, but...

      i could never marry someone who only wanted to be with me for that.

because--as much as i like the housewife stuff--there's the other side of me, that's fiercly independent and stubborn and take charge.  the side of me that believes in equality and partnership, not oppression and subservience.

lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones
and i will try to fix you.

serendipity.

for three of my favorite girls, one of my favorite movies, and of course--my favorite season of the year:

you got someone else
maybe it's for the best
since i took the cure
for happiness


and i'd trade it all
on a night like this
for your loving arms
and a moonlight kiss

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbJsKsdnqZc

"maybe we're lying here because you don't wanna be standing somewhere else."

i'm leaving to let you go.

today i'm a little blue. i'm back in alabama. i love birmingham. i love beeson. i love christmas time. i love a good victory over clemson.  it just all seems a little...depressing, because i can't love these things while i'm with the people i love.  i miss my family. i miss my friends from college. i miss having all the answers to life.

so, it's rainy, and i'm blue...but, here are some good things to remember:

• it's almost december, and i really do love christmas time, complete with lights and trees and advent calenders.
• i love my family. and i love that my family is okay with the fact that i'll probably never live in rutherford county--that they accept this and still love me for who i am.
• i'm so blessed to have friends all over, and to be an excellent manager of long distance relationships--even if those are sometimes difficult to maintain. 
• i love my macbook. i'm not materialistic, but i really do love it. 
• i love some good christmas music--brad paisley, michael buble, relient k, church music, music at hanging of the greens, music at glorious...and some pandora.
• i love the way a room looks when the lights are dim and a candle is lit.
• i love that i'm almost finished with my first semester of seminary.
• i'm so blessed--to have been able to finish college, and now go to graduate school, and have a job, and a church family, and friends in the area, and the splawns...i'm blessed.

so in the meantime...

i want you to know

i'm leaving to let you go

someday we'll walk upon the streets of gold.

if i just breathe...

it's the beginning of my thanksgiving break, and i can breathe again.  but, breathing's harder than i thought.

when i breathe, i think.  when i have time to think...i wonder.  i wonder if i'm really supposed to be in seminary.  now, i know i'm supposed to serve. i've gotten that down.  i guess i just wonder if other degree programs, like in social work, would have prepared me more.  i wonder if i'm going to have to spend the rest of my life in school.

sometimes i wonder if i really am at school just to get my mrs. degree. i mean, i'm pretty sure i'm not.  there's just so much...pressure, sometimes.  the world tells single people that if they weren't single, they'd be happy. and that's not the truth.

i just feel so unsatisfied with my life right now.  that's a terrible way to put it.  just in this moment, i guess. as i sit on facebook and look back, and think about how things have changed. i love where i'm at, and what i'm doing...i guess i'm just having a moment of frustration, and the crappiness of the paper i just wrote probably doesn't help that very much.

new resolution: adios, facebook.  at least, not as much.

the lines on His face.

tonight i'm about to start writing my 3,000 word paper on "the soil of my life" for spiritual formation.  i'm feeling a bit creative and a bit inspired, and a bit restless.  here's the quote it's going to be based on:

"i am early on my story, but i believe i will stretch out into eternity, and in heaven i will reflect upon these early days, these days when it seemed God was down a dirt road, walking toward me.  years ago He was a swinging speck in the distance; now He is close enough i can hear His singing.  soon i will see the lines on His face."
-donald miller

and yes, my new blog is in spanish, and yes, i do love that.

you took my heavy heart and made it light.

have you ever had someone ask you one of those really annoying questions? like, the what would you take on a desert island type questions? they're so difficult to answer, and i usually think of something brilliant to say...five minutes after i've responded.

but, if someone were to ever ask me about my favorite album ever, i'd be able to answer pretty easily, because this one changed my life.

i was in my senior year of high school, and it was november...also known as, my least favorite month of the year. and i was all preoccupied over unrequited love and the like.  and...i was--am--a diehard relient k fan.

i went to our christian bookstore a day before mmhmm came out (to preorder it, because they were offering a special discount!), when the cashiers looked at me in confusion.  they weren't sure what album i was talking about (this is before everybody and their brother became bandwagon fans).  they went back into the stockroom, and emerged with the glorious, shiny, beckoning copy that would soon play repeatedly in my CD player.  i tried repeatedly to explain that this album was not to be released until the next day, but they assured me it was already out. i purchased my album for the discounted price and spent the next month...year...five years...in happiness which is definitely partially a result of this album, which i would argue is their best.

it's honest. it's real. it was good for my teenage angst. and tracks like "life after death and taxes," "i so hate consequences," "who i am hates who i've been," and "let it all out," taught me a lot about life, and myself, and God.

it was and is my favorite. i'm still a little bit--or a lot--in love with matt thiessan. and, on my angry girl days, "which to bury, us or the hatchet?" does make me feel better :)