& We'll All Float On Okay

...do I already have a post titled that? Oh well...

So, this morning, I called about eight volunteer places.

None of them answered.

I was freaking out. To the max. And, I'm not gonna lie, I was getting a little bit of an attitude towards God. Because sometimes, when I pray, I expect instant results. And I shouldn't. And I know that. But it's an easy pit to fall into.

Nonetheless (I love that word...) I continued praying and making calls...at 1:20, finally, a place called me back and said they had a slot open and I could come get my paper signed. My first thought?

Thank you, Jesus. 

 So now, I have a signed service learning contract, a humbled heart, and a vat of coffee. Like, can we just pause and talk about how huge this cup is?

It's a trenta. 31 ounces of perfection.

Lastly, I'm listening to this song (there's a link there & I dunno why it isn't showing up! But click it...it's there), which I have been listening to and singing since I got the call.

So, to all my lovely readers, don't forget that life goes on. God is sovereign. Coffee is golden.

So...it feels like I haven't posted in forever...and it's been less than a week.
Maybe that's because I've done enough stressing to last me a year.
Ugh.
For my college class, I have to do a ten hour volunteer thing, off of which I'm going to base my entire end of the semester paper/documentary on.
The form is due Wednesday.
I have yet to contact the people.
And only a part of that is my procrastination....I also entered the class late. And had to wade through all the places to find the ones that you could be under 18 for. And there are only certain times when you can contact them.
So basically, if I don't get through tomorrow and get that form signed, I may fail the entire class.
And tomorrow's a stinkin' holiday.
Like, hello there, Abe Lincoln, thanks for ruining my life.

I am trying to breathe properly.

Anyways.
In other news...there is no other news. My life is boring, just as it always has been. And will be.

That's all, really....that I had to say....please pray for me that I'll be able to get the form in on time. And be able to breathe easy once again.

Siiiiiigh.
Bye.

Feet, Martians, And Other Meanderings

You're going to have to start reading this post with a bit of imagination. I was going to have a picture of a foot. But then I realized I cannot, and yes, I mean cannot, stand the sight of bare feet. At all. Like...agh.
But my feet-phobia isn't what this is about.
(Picture of a foot).
^ That is what I put in my mouth. Every other minute. I would try to make up an excuse for it, but I'm not in a lying mood (not that I ever am). See, what happens is that I assume things and my mind runs it through and spits out a premature opinion. And this begins the foot in mouth process. I should really stop. But you have to remember here, I have a vastly imaginative...imagination.
Regardless of my lack of good words, you get my point right?
Good.
Anyways! That's all I have to say on that...sorry I haven posted in a bit but I've been sort of...busy...x10.
I will spare you the gory details of my hectic week and just say that yes, I do love being busy, but I hope terribly that this week is a bit more mellowed out.
Also! Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. AKA "The World is Mocking My Lifestyle" day.
Well guess what, multi-million dollar Valentine's Day industry? I like being single! Oh, sorry, said I wasn't in a lying mood....
But actually, I'm not one of those super anti-Valentines people.
But the holiday has been sort of tainted for me...
When I was an innocent six year old, we were living in apartments and my brother's best friend lived right under us.
My older sister, who would have been seventeen and a rotten stupid teenager (y'all know what I think about that species...) decides to tell me that I absolutely had to have a Valentine. Like. Life or death. And me, the innocent six year old, looking up to my big sister, believed her. And when I asked her "Who is your Valentine?" she just said "That doesn't matter," and I believed her! I never thought myself to really be a stupid child...but I guess I was just, erm, blinded by my respect for her. So, Zach, my brother's best friend, loved (loves) Marvin the Martian. And we had a grocery store called Mars near us and they were giving away free Martian toys/figurines.
Can you see where this is going?
So...we took the Martian and decked him all out with magazine clippings, embellishments, etc.
Let me just tell you now that I don't remember a whole lot of stuff from that time period. In the year that followed, some not so good stuff happened and I blocked a lot out.
But! I remember distinctly...knocking on his door...throwing that daggone Valentine alien at to him and booking it back upstairs to our apartment.
Embarrassing right?
Of course, Zach is basically just my brother now so it's all good fun in the past and I can laugh about it now.
But poor, innocent six year old me had Valentines ruined forever! Forever...
And that is why I will be holed up in my room tomorrow doing homework as per usual watching I Hate Valentine's Day.

Happy day of love, y'all!
<3

Changing

So.
Yesterday, I was thirteen and fangirling like only a thirteen year old can about everything under the sun.
I was carefree, in retrospect.
My biggest concerns were pretty much...my grades. That the guy didn't like me back. That my friend was backstabbing me.
I thought those problems were the end of the world.
I had sleepovers and watched Enchanted and giggled and sprayed silly string on the first person asleep.
I liked a boy with blonde hair that fell halfway over his eyes.
I pretty much stirred up drama (whether I realized it or not) whenever I could.

Today, I woke up, and I'm less than two months shy of seventeen.
Seventeen.
I have too many cares in the world to count.
I stress daily about school, college, the future, etc.
Sometimes so much so that my friendships have to fall to the wayside.
I barely think about the friend that stabbed me in the back or the boy with the blonde hair.
When I see some guy with hair hanging in his face, I'm prone to mutter "Cut your dang hair."
My friends and I are far too busy for sleepovers.
I avoid drama like the Black Plague.

And really, I don't know when all this change happened. Most days, I roll with it. I can be mature and deal with what I have to deal with.

Other days, I want to be thirteen again. Or maybe even twelve. I want to be carefree again. I want to giggle and laugh and shove love notes in his locker (which I never actually did....I don't think....).

But. I can't. So I move on. And stress some more. And pray some more. And realize that change can be good. And I think this change is good. Because I know now, more than ever, that I'm going where God is taking me. For as long as I can remember, I've been trying to work out my own future. I pretty much had to hit a low point before I fully handed the reins over to God. And I've felt better since then.

I may not know the whole picture, but He's been revealing it to me piece by piece. A few of those pieces, I've told other people about. A few, I've kept to myself. But the important part is that He has all the pieces.

So, remember that in your own life. It's a good thing to remember.





P.S. I have nail polish on my keyboard....




Kbye.