Tell me something I don't know...

What does this mean?!

A Special Little Girl...

This Girl by Lisa

This Girl can jump

This Girl can sing

This Girl can do most anything.

This Girl can laugh.

This Girl can cry.

Sometimes I think this Girl can fly.

This Girl can hope.

This Girl can dream.

This Girl glows like a sunbeam.

This Girl is sweet.

This Girl is tough.

For the love of this Girl,

I can't thank God enough.

I can't think of more fitting words to describe such an amazing little (big) girl. May she always hold God's hand-

And the Water Came

Well, to add to the list of "Things I want in a home and will not budge from wanting" list: running water.

I had NO idea how many times a day I turn a knob for that precious resource to come. And I had not a clue to be thankful that it came.

Until it didn't come. I turned on the faucet today, and the thought has never and did not cross my mind until now that the water has an option NOT to come. The water was not going to listen to my every command?! WHAT?!!! Why is there a knob if it won't come?


I could parallel that option of the water to many things...namely our options in everyday life. Like where God is the turner-on of the faucet, and we are the water...choosing either to or not to come and be used for our purpose or refuse our purpose.

But I won't. I will not parallel the water to any other thing. Besides a willful child screaming at his/her parents in the MIDDLE of Wal-Mart. In which instant, the mother or father has a chance to either give in or stand up and demand their child's respect before they will move.

Nope. No paralleling tonight. None at all. Not even my picture parallels. No way did I equate the water not running on this piece of glass to the water not running in my predicament. Nope. Definitely did not do that.

Or did I?

Sad.

Sad that someone could lie to me.

Sad that that someone appeared so earnest.

Sad that that someone has lost my trust.

Sad that my trust could be lost over lies that shouldn't matter to me.

Sad that I can't "just get over it."

Sad that I'm so selfish that I want the truth told to me every second of everyday when I know I've told lies.

Right after I eat these Sweettart Chicks, Bunnies, and Ducks gifted by a true friend,

Maybe I'll get un-sad.

Maybe my own sins will turn my cheeks scarlet and make me get over the lies the person told me.

Maybe.

Today's Yesterday

Today, there was a wedding.

A happy father and daughter



Today, I took a lot of pictures. And had a lot of help taking pictures...this one below was photographed by my aunt (who is also an amazing photographer!) as I was running around like a-well, like a peacock in a peacock blue dress-

These girls mean some serious business...







Today, I happily did NOT catch the bouquet.





Today, I got asked the million dollar question, "When are YOU going to get married, Jessica?!"

(And today, this was my face when asked this question for the FORTY-NINTH TIME...)




I wrote all of the above just now to realize it was already tomorrow and those today's were yesterday's.




So here's to my yesterday...today.

All in a day...

My family and I just moved into a bigger house in December. Since our other house was so small, and we shared it with a mass of children under the age of 5 five days a week, we haven't been able to put out our Easter decorations. Not so this year. As you can see, the Easter tree is already up, and this bird is singing of its freedom! (Let's not ruin it by telling the poor thing that in a month, it'll be back in the box for a year...)

We are so ready for Easter!!!

I'll let you keep guessing at what this picture means...

Consistent...

Today. Changed. My. Life.

So cliche...but so true!

Today, I realized for certainty that I am so scared to change how I view something because of how I have viewed that something in the past. And since I let people know how I viewed it then, I am afraid of changing it now because they might call me a hypocrite....because I've changed my view.

We, as humans, have this huge bond with consistency. We thrive on it. We throw everything away (in some cases our new beliefs) because of it.

But that is sad. As humans, we also have new ideas and beliefs everyday. But a lot get discarded because we don't want our consistency rating with other people ruined and us have to fear getting called a hypocrite.

I have also realized that this doesn't make me a hypocrite. It makes me an average human being who simply has changed her mind.

Emerson said something along the lines of, "What if you contradict your self? What then?" He means, so what if your ideas are different than what they were yesterday? So what that people might call you a hypocrite? What is that going to hurt?

Now, it is hard. It is hard to change what you've told everyone you thought was the right thing to say-only to find out today that you shouldn' t have opened your mouth.

My consistency has been ruined. I now think a vastly different way regarding a particular issue, and I imagine some people won't let me get away without calling me a hypocrite.

But if everybody only believed what they've always believed, where would vitality be?

Now, I'm not talking drastic. I am speaking in the particulars. (Drastic would be something like changing religion. Particular means there is a certain thing on which my opinion has changed.)

I know this blog is a little incomplete, but it gives a lot to think about.

Are you consistent?