tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51134542945075599832012-02-15T23:17:45.595-08:00Growing my relationship with God and trying to figure it all out one step at a time.Andiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14320799941093813762noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113454294507559983.post-26901150463925025272010-10-20T15:05:00.000-07:002010-10-20T15:05:19.738-07:00

"I just love your wisdom..." "You are so wise, you should hold a discussion group..." "I see wisdom growing in you..." It seems lately that almost anyone I spend a significant amount of time in conversation with eventually says something about my wisdom or how wise I am.  I kind of thank them for their kind words but beyond that it just kind of frustrates me.  I don't feel wise.  I don't think

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Declined. Declined. "Oh yeah, our system is down, we can't process debit purchases, you have to do it as credit." Declined. Declined. The manager comes over and tries to run a system over-ride. Declined. Declined. So, they suspend the transaction and move it up to customer service.  I am on my phone texting Carley to let her know that the card is being declined.  She is in a case, so she

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but sometimes I feel like I have to be. And it sucks. I have basically lived on my own since just before my 18th birthday.  My parents have always been supportive, but while still 17 I moved to Germany and I haven't lived at home since.  In fact at most times I have been at least a six hour drive if not a 14 hour flight away so while my parents can give me advice on what to do they can not

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"Have you blogged about that?" "Um, no, why?" "Because it's important and people need to hear it." ...or something very close to that was the conversation I had with Morgan on Saturday after coffee. We had been talking about relationships and I was talking about something I feel is very critical to the health of a relationship.  The work that you put into it and the care you take of it and

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Almost a year ago, I found myself sitting on the patio at my parents’ house.  My dad and I were talking about guys & relationships… it wasn’t the talk I was expecting.  I am not sure what I thought we were going to talk about, but there we were enjoying the 78 degree Texas Christmas Eve as my Dad told me I expected too much of people and wasn’t forgiving enough.  OUCH! I wanted to argue that it’

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I had it all planned out.  I was going to go on these 30 dates with God and blog all about it.  I couldn't wait to get started and I didn't.  I went on that first date right when I said I would and it was GLORIOUS!  We didn't go to Starbucks as I intended but went to Le Peep for breakfast instead.  I'm sure you know what they say about telling God your plans...  it's true, none of this has gone

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It hardly seems like it's been 20 days since my last post, but it has. I hardly feel like I'm 30 now, but I am. I can barely believe I graduated college 9 years ago December 10, but I did. I look at Monkey and wonder when he went from brand new to nearly two... Love Bug is the same... how can she possibly be 4 on Halloween? There are days of triumph.  Wearing big boy undies without an

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 Coffee * Dinner at J's * Stroll along the Greenway Coffee* Cheekwood Picnic at Centennial Park * Walk at Radnor Lake Nashville Shakes at Centennial Stage (Loves Labor's Lost) Coffee* Drive down Natches Trace Saturday morning brunch at Le Peep * Day in Historic Franklin Dinner at Royal Thai* The Frist Coffee* * indicates times I will bring my Bible and journal with to just read what He wants me

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I realize what I am about to say may sound slightly crazy.  I get it.  It is probably up there with moving to Nashville on the flip of a coin.  (Yes, I really did it.  I was in Huntsville and I couldn't decide between Nashville & Atlanta.  Nashville got heads because it was farther north and the rest has been history in the making.)  The idea started a few weeks back when Wes was introducing our

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Tomorrow (Monday) is the anniversary of my Grandpa Casper's passing.  Considering how poorly I deal with loss in my life, I don't really find it amusing that my two Grandfathers I knew bookended my Birthday with their deaths.  It has really forced me to reflect and appreciate my life in a wholly new way than I did before their passings.  Tonight, I still don't want to reflect too much on how much

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I think anticipation is one of my favorite emotions.  I enjoy it most when I have found the "perfect" gift for someone.  I can hardly wait to give it to them because I just want to see their reaction.  I try and find things a month or so in advance to let the excitement build.  The second best form of anticipation is the kind I am feeling right now.  When you're waiting for a great time to start

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For the last few weeks my snooze button and I have been pretty closely acquainted.  I am generally not a big snooze button pusher, but you would never know it recently.  In fact, just yesterday I didn't wake up until 6 and I have to be out my door by 6:18 to be at work by 6:30.  I'll have you know I made it with time to spare, but it was a race and Harry Winston was neglected in the whole

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I am very surprised I am about to write this.  As little as two days ago I made a comment on Kyle's blog about how I usually share this story one on one, but that I didn't think I would ever put it out for mass consumption. Things started to shift for me yesterday when Pete was preaching on praying.  The two biggest points that started to shift my thinking were when he said, "At the very core of

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I am grateful for the fog that greeted me this morning on my walk, for it is a reminder to always walk in the Favor Of God.   I am grateful for the wonderful talk I had with my Nashville campus pastor Blake yesterday evening, even if what we spoke about had my thoughts churning and kept me up way past my usual bed time.  It was worth it! I am grateful for my community group and all the wonderful

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I am not sure when it started.  I know no one ever said it.  No one even implied it.  Yet somehow, while I was growing up I started to feel like I wasn't measuring up. Mom would make a comment about getting my hair out of my face but I heard that I wasn't pretty enough. Dad would make a comment on my outfit and I wasn't stylish enough for my photographer father. Grades, not smart enough.

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May 10, 2003 I moved to Nashville from Huntsville.   One of the first things I did was to find a church.  I was feeling a little emotionally and spiritually bankrupt after my time in counseling.  It wasn't that the job was so all together horrible, but the schedule of 24 hours on for 3-5 days and then 24 hours off for 1-2 days made it hard to get involved with a church because it was so rare to

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I had this whole post planned out, but what I am about to say was NOT in my plans. I don't get it. In the last week I have been contacted by 3 (THREE) different guys that I was happy to leave in my past.  This isn't the first time they have just contacted me out of the blue either. Two are guys that have been friends of mine for over 10 years now and we don't keep in contact terribly often,

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Some of you may know that I am allergic to eggs (No, even if I could, I would never eat Robins' eggs, I just love the color of them).  Not even the whole egg really... if I can find a way to get to the yolks without them being contaminated by the whites I could be in eggy bliss.  You see, I LOVE EGGS!  I love them when I bake, I love them in egg sandwiches and I love them when I cook.  The worst

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I like to think that I am a pretty warm, loving, generous and kind person. Not in a "how good can I be" sort of way but just because that is who I am.  That's not to say that I don't make mistakes or that I am always at my best, because I know that I have a lot of growing left to do.  There is plenty of room for improvement.  It is a continuous process and I am hopeful that as time goes on I

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I used to blog, a lot, and I'll admit I made some amazing friends through my blog.  I miss taking the time to write everything down and get it out of my head, but finding the time is a bit tricky.  As much as I wrote from the heart before, I don't think I will link this blog to that one.  Instead I will start fresh because I am in a new season of my life and it really just seems right. I have

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