Sunday, February 26, 2012

there's no place like...

That word holds such meaning, doesn't it? The connotation it brings with it is somehow so much more than any number of words could describe. It's more than a house--much, much more than a house. It's even more than that place you grew up or the place you go to on weekends in college when you just need to get away. 
It's...well, it's home.
And this weekend I went home. I went home to mom and dad, to ears that listen and arms that love to hold.  I went home to a cozy fire and a refrigerator stocked with fresh fruit (my mom knows me well :)) and my bedroom with those beautiful red walls that hold pictures from a time that seems so long ago.
So after long conversations over delicious meals, a massage that nearly brought me to tears because I had so many knots in my shoulders, and a Sunday family lunch that brought everyone I love to our home, I feel like I can take on the world again.
In addition to a Pioneer Woman macaroni dish and dessert, Morgan volunteered  to bring her homemade sweet potato biscuits. And let me tell you. These were not just any sweet potato biscuits...
Morgan brought homemade lard that she rendered last night to use in her biscuits. This is the real deal, y'all. For a second--if only for a second--it made me want to go back in time, live on a farm and milk a cow or something.
...I told you lasted for a second.

Of course I had to show Ellie some love since I wouldn't give her any of my food under the table. I'm only being a responsible aunt. And no one eats my sweet potato biscuits but me.

And this is what I saw as I made my way down my driveway and returned to "real life," as I like to call it. It made me want to turn around and go back to my spot in front of the fireplace a little bit, but I drove on. I drove on because I know that whenever I need a little bit of home I can just call, because that's what really makes that house a home anyways.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

loud and clear

There are days when I can feel God speaking to me through what I'm reading, and then there are days when I feel Him yelling as loudly as He can--in the most gentle way, of course. 
Lately I've been reading the same things over and over again, and not because I'm seeking out books or scripture on these topics but because they always just end up in front of me. 


...coincidence? I'm going to go out on a limb and say no.

This morning the title of my devotional was "You Must Trust." (Okay God...I HEAR YOU)
And it didn't just say to trust; it said to trust wholly, absolutely, and continuously. 
"All doubts arrest God's work."
As in, not trusting in God's perfect timing for His perfect plan literally halts His work. God can only work when we surrender all doubts and worries. So when we wonder why something hasn't happened or why we haven't received an answer, maybe it's because we're praying without expectation. Expect. Trust. 
I'm a control freak, a worrier, a human--so I'm preaching to myself right now. But I'm also asking you to expect, because I think that when we all learn to expect things of God, big things will begin to happen. And I'm ready for that.

Friday, February 17, 2012

let's catch up

One of these days I'm going to figure out how to not let myself feel guilty for blogging when there are ten other things I should probably be doing. (Key word: probably. Not definitely. This is what makes it okay to blog when my planner is telling me to do everything but)
So let's catch up. The past week has been full of good, good things:

Going to see Morgan and Trey for the first time since their wedding! Lucky for me, Morgan had set aside last Saturday to try out her new apple fritter bread recipe that she had linked up to the day before on her blog. Um...yes, I'll stick around for that. 
I felt like I was five years old again, hovering over the goodie-in-making--as if that would make the process go by any faster.
But when it finally did...
Oh. my. apple fritter. 
Literally one of the most delicious things I've tasted. This bread is meant to be pulled apart, but you better believe I went in with a fork. 

But then it was back to real life. Back to school, back to..Valentine's Day? Yes! I always wonder what would happen if people celebrated love the way that they did on this one day. I know that I would be one happy girl for sure, because I always end up with a surprise on my doorstep from my sweet parents on Valentine's Day :)
This year it was a beautiful arrangement of flowers, which is honestly better than anything sweet because the latter doesn't ever last very long with me.

And before I knew it, it was time for sister slumber party! Trey had to be in Atlanta for work Thursday night, so of course we had to have girls night (Ellie included). 

We indulged in froyo,
made a 10:30 trip to RedBox to get Bridesmaids,
watched Live with Kelly in bed (miss you, Regis!),
and I had black coffee for the first time ever. It was real.
And now it's time to go begin my weekend--my best friend is coming to Athens tonight, which means I'll definitely have blog material soon. 
Until then! xoxo

Wednesday, February 8, 2012


I woke up this morning feeling especially thankful for a few things in particular:

Grapefruit. I love a good grapefruit. Even though it takes me nearly twenty minutes to peel the skin off of each slice. Grapefruit also reminds me of my Poppie, which makes it that much sweeter to eat.

A college schedule. I don't have class until 12:20 on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, which I once felt almost guilty about but am now learning to be so, so thankful for. It's a time to wake up and make coffee and have a quiet time and do laundry...wait, maybe I should figure out a way to stay in college a little longer...kidding, dad!

The women in my life. Morgan is finally back from her honeymoon--praise Jesus!--so now I can blow up her phone whenever I want to again. Seriously, it was a rough week. And, of course, my sweet mom..precious, right? I've said it before and I'll say it a thousand times more: I hope and pray to the good Lord above that I can be the wife and mother she is one day (hopefully with her level of patience, but that would be asking for miracles, so I'll keep it at this). 
Just ignore the tears that are fixing to spill over my eyes
Okay, I can't forget the man in my life. I'm in love with this picture! (and, obviously, the two people in it)

That doesn't even skim the surface. Those are really just the things I happened to be thinking about when I first woke up. Since starting this post I've thought about being thankful for the Yoforia that is walking distance from my house, the heat that warms my house (and my heart--because I really hate the cold), and the fact that I get to go to class and learn new things today.
That last one might not necessarily be true, because my comm. law professor doesn't quite possess the gift of teaching, but nevertheless...I'm thankful.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

flowers in february

Last Saturday, as my sister and new husband Trey's reception came to a close, it came time for her to throw the bouquet. The band called all the girls forward with a Motown version of "Single Ladies," and suddenly every guy had evacuated the dance floor. Quickly. 
I moved around the crowd of girls, trying to figure out where I should stand to catch the bouquet. (Actually, I was trying to think about Morgan's throwing range and how close I really needed to be :))
But Morgan is the sweetest bride ever, and I didn't even have to catch the bouquet--she called me up and gave it to me! When I walked up she said, "You know what this means, right?"
....sorry, I will not be getting married next.
But I'm still so glad I have her bouquet to keep forever! 
I'm drying it out now and have thought about carrying it at my wedding rehearsal one day. In the meantime, I'm crossing my fingers that the flowers won't have crumbled to nothing by then. 

Those aren't the only flowers I'm enjoying right now--look at these guys!

As I was walking through North Campus to Starbucks for a little mid-morning tea, these daffodils caught my eye. I love warm weather and I love flowers, so the fact that both have arrived in February has made me one happy girl. How I love Georgia winters...