Wednesday, November 23, 2011

it's the little things

Um, what happened to the entire first half of my Thanksgiving break? Is anyone with me?

Maybe it's because I love being home (way more than most college students do, I can promise you that) or because I am drowning in school work that I am struggling to find time to finish or because I'm 22 and apparently time goes by faster the older you get--maybe it's a magic combination of all three--but this break has flown. Right past me and into the oblivion of days gone it has flown.

But that's okay, because it has all been good. My days have been full, but they've been sweet from beginning to end. Especially on Monday night when I finally saw part 1 of Breaking Dawn. I told you I would.

The homemade pecan and sweet potato pies are in the oven, the turkey is smoking, and Ellie's tummy is growling (or maybe that's mine).
We're so excited for Thanksgiving!
I'm thankful for so much, but not thankful enough. It's so easy to take even the smallest things for granted, so I am going to dedicate this blog to the "little things," if you will. Because it's those that make every day that much more enjoyable.
This is my favorite tree in our yard--namely because it is the only tree in our yard. And it's not even really in our yard. That's probably because our house is surrounded with woods, so why add more trees?
Its leaves turn the most magnificent red every fall, and even though the last rain left it mostly bare, the skirt of red that envelopes its base is just as beautiful as the burst of red foliage that proceeded it.

What a scene awaited me at the top of my driveway when I came home today! I should thank God for sunsets more, because He definitely didn't have to give us those. But He did, and I am so glad that He did.
I'm loving getting to cuddle with this little snugglebug every night.
I take that back. I love it most of the time. There are those moments when Ellie, with the entire bottom half of the bed up for grabs, decides that she would rather squeeze herself in between mine and Morgan's legs. Or on top of my body. Or right beside my face.
This is her mid-dream the other night. She looks like she doesn't have a care in the world...which she doesn't. She gets rubbed and scratched and kissed and is then told that she looks cuter the fatter she gets. What a life.
And then comes tomorrow morning, which will bring a family viewing of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and much anticipation about the meal that will be soon approaching. 
Who am I kidding? I'm already anticipating it.
I hope y'all have the most wonderful, restful, blessed, turkey-filled Thanksgiving this year! 

Friday, November 18, 2011

Will you?

I feel like I haven't really written about what goes through my head least not here. So this blog may not have pictures and stories about what I did last night (although that could make for a nice story), but it might give you something to think about.

I keep this prayer/notes/thoughts journal, and I can say without hesitation that it is one of the best things I've ever done. I actually started it because I thought that if I could write my prayers down they would seem more real and I would feel like God was actually hearing them. Obviously, that was during a time when I was mistakenly acting upon emotions and not reality--because God is there and He is real, no matter what we feel. But what was started out of a seemingly bad thing (doubt) has turned into something I treasure. God always seems to have a way of doing that.

There are a lot of days when I just flip back a few pages to reread what I wrote about one, two, even five months ago. And it is amazing to be able to see where I was and where I've come from since. Prayers answered, doubts relieved, struggles overcome. It's just the coolest thing to see my spiritual life on paper in front of me. It can also be frustrating to look back at a time when I was so in tune with God, because there are moments when I feel like maybe I got away from that. The good thing? I can be back to that place the minute I ask God to take me there. Even though I feel like I'm riding an emotional roller coaster half of the time, that place of security is always promised. Seriously, thank God.

As I was flipping back this morning, I stumbled across something I wrote down about six months ago...not my words, mind you. (I wish) But it hit me, a reality that is so important to be aware of and one that I don't act upon enough.

"Dying for something is easy because it is associated with glory. Living for something is the hard thing. Living for something extends beyond fashion, glory, or recognition. We live for what we believe."

Woah...hello, heartbreak. The question always seems to ask if we would die for something--in this case, our faith. It's easy to say yes to that, because the odds of that happening in America are slim. And because we know that, were we to die for the sake of our faith, we would be recognized and glorified as a modern-day martyr. But what about living for something? That means every day, every week...for the rest of your life. This is much harder, because a demand is placed on us now. There is no, "Would you die for this?" It becomes, "Live for this. Right now. I dare you."

Something to soak in, isn't it? Living by proof is much more demanding than living upon a claim. So, as I write all of this directed at myself, I hope to get away from the "Would you?" and live according to the "Will you?"

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

my fingers are antsy...

My fingers are antsy. They want to type about things unrelated to PR or communication or management or...just anything even closely related. I can feel the anticipation in each one, waiting for the moment when I will put aside what I feel like I should be doing and do what I want to do. And that is write.
So I'm going to write about me and the things I'm loving right now, because I can't possibly spend one.more.minute. writing about things that are not yet a part of my life.

I'm loving Normal Bar right now...yes, still. I've talked about it before, and I will inevitably talk about it again. I don't like loud, crowded places--maybe that's the senior in me--so sitting on a couch and winding down with conversations that I can actually hear is my kind of night.
Britt and I cozying up at NB--and yes, those are boiled peanuts in her hands. I told you this place was good.
GEORGIA WINNING. Can I get an amen? Saturday may have been one of the most perfect days for football I have ever experienced--warm weather that cooled only slightly as the sun went down, ending with a score that was, quite frankly, just embarrassing on Auburn's part. Love my Dawgs!

Breaking Dawn: Part 1 coming out in t-5 days. I read the Twilight Saga two summers ago in the span of three weeks and have been in love ever since. Call it what you will, but know that I'll still be there, popcorn in hand and on the edge of my seat the entire time. Judge me.
Just look at him...I mean them.
No, just look at him.
I'm also loving the leaves, the bit of warmer weather that has revisited (even if only for a while), and the fact that at this time next week I'll be at home with my family, probably cozying up with Ellie by the fire. Until then! xoxo

Thursday, November 10, 2011

time flies

Does anyone know what happened to October? And the first half of November? And this entire semester?... Because I don't. Time has literally flown, and I am now struck with the realization that I have two weeks of classes left before I turn in my portfolios, give my presentations, take my exams, and peace. out. And there will mark the end of my first semester of senior year. Luckily (or maybe not so luckily), I don't graduate until December of 2012, so I'm working on not letting myself get too worked up about my future until then. Again, I'm working on that.

On a different note, I am ecstatic about the approaching holiday season! I've already been thinking about everything I want to cook over Thanksgiving break (i.e., everything I want Morgan to cook). I'm thinking maybe this Pioneer Woman pumpkin (or, as she calls it, "punkin") soup:

I'm also thinking about these orange blossom cupcakes with cashew cream, although that might call for about 50 ingredients that I know for a fact are not in the kitchen at home:

But more than anything, I'm excited to be with family. I'm excited to have someone to sleep with every night (yes, Morgan and I still sleep in the same bed) and excited to have real, home cooked food every day. 
Still, I don't want to wish time away. I am legitimately alarmed at how fast this year has gone by, so I feel like I need to do a better job of soaking everything in. What a great excuse for more "special occasions," more long talks over glasses of (cheap) red wine, and more moments with Jesus. Because, really, aren't those what make life so good?

Thursday, November 3, 2011

a new perspective

I think it's safe to say that winter is beginning to make its entrance, and I don't know how I feel about it.

Okay...let's be honest. I'm not loving it.

I am, without a doubt, made for the South. The heat, the food, the music, the culture, the heat...catch my drift? I was made for warm weather, so every morning that I open my door to 38 degrees is a rude awakening. However, I'm trying to be more positive about the changing season. It's definitely a mind-over-matter process, and I'll explain why:

I am currently reading through the Bible right now--yes, starting at Genesis 1:1. I decided to do this a few weeks ago when I realized that I didn't want to get to Heaven and have to say, "Sorry God...I never made it around to reading that letter you wrote me. Was there anything that I missed?"
There really is no excuse for not reading it, so here I am.
A while back, as I was reading the story of Noah (which, by the way, is so much cooler than the one they tell in Sunday school), I discovered a new part of the promise God made to Noah that I had never before known. God didn't just throw a rainbow in the sky and promise to never flood the earth again; He also promised the changing of seasons. So every time winter turns to spring and summer to fall, that is a result of the covenant God made with Noah. Seriously...who knew?

After reading that, I gained a new perspective on seasons. Do I now love cold weather? No. No, absolutely not. But I have a harder time complaining about winter when I know that it's here because of God's promise to never destroy the earth again. So when I weigh the options: Winter?.....Massive earth flood?....having to put on a few more sweaters doesn't seem so bad.

Here's to winter! (Stay positive, Sarah Beth...stay positive)