Giving Up On Good: Sleep

I learned about this link up on Jessi's blog (btw, be sure to go there and link up too!) and liked the idea of giving up one good thing in order to gain something better, but nothing was really coming to mind for me to personally give up on. Finally, I thought of one.

Sleep.
And the timing couldn't really be more appropriate because it's something I've actually really been working hard on in the past couple of days.

I really really like early mornings. I love having coffee (with lots of creamer) in one hand, my Bible (and journal) in another and a comfortable amount of time to spend with my Lord Jesus. If it wasn't for Him, I probably wouldn't really care for mornings- at least not as much as I do now- but it's a sweet, peaceful time to think and pray and soak in what He has for me before life starts getting very loud, as it so often does throughout the day.
There's just nothing like spending the very first part of my day with Him and I have found that it's hard for me to find time to be with just Him if it doesn't happen then. That's why I'm giving up on sleep.
Not all sleep (obviously). Just the sleep that becomes an idol. Because it does become an idol when I choose it over time to spend with the Lord.
And the thing is, it's not that when I have to miss a morning of being with Him, I've sinned. It's really not all as black and white as I would see it. It's about my heart. This verse from 1 Samuel 16 is a refreshing reminder:

. . ."The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” (verse 7)

In my heart, do I value sleep (and therefore my comfort) over spending time gaining knowledge about and deepening my love relationship with the Lord? Like I've said before, it's not about time spent, but how I use the time I have. The condition of my heart will eventually be displayed through the ways in which I choose to spend my time.
So, even if it means I have to go to bed earlier (boo! cause I'm a night person) or drink two cups of coffee instead of one (which I wouldn't mind at all actually), I'm giving up on sleep.

We Meet Again

Well, to say that it feels weird to be here again is an understatement. This is a little emotional for me and I'll try to explain why. Firstly, it's been a while since the last time I wrote here. When I typed the address into the search bar, I was actually surprised that a 404 page didn't show up and that, instead, I saw a familiar title and design come up on the screen. There it was - my own writing, published on a web page I undoubtedly spent hours adjusting and tweaking until it was just right, down to the blue and green squares I painted by hand, scanned into a computer and digitized the old fashioned way with....wait for it.....*Microsoft Paint*. Illustrator? Pshht. Who needs that when you've got the grandmother of graphic design tools for FREE on your receptionist job work computer? (sarcasm, of course. Adobe, baby, I love you.) But even the details and designs of this page speak to the reason why this is emotional for me. All of the things about this blog that ...

Seasons: The Future

So about the future. I obviously don't know it so it makes sense that this one might be a little shorter (or longer-it could logically go either way, I just went with shorter). There are litterally (at least) a hundred different ways it could go. After the internship I'm doing, I might stay on there. Or I might come back here. If I come back here I could work, go away to college, take classes from home, live with my parents, move out with some friends, get some kind of certification and work a more specific job, come back to the office job I have now, etc. Or I could move to CA and live with some family and find a job with some distant cousins. Or I could move to some other random state and adventure there. The list of possibilities goes on and on. What sounds best to me right now is to do one of the aforementioned options that have to do with moving back here but we really will see won't we.

Lipstick marks on coffee cup lids.

This is one of those posts where I'm riskilly honest. The kind where I don't sound politically correct but I hope you'll hear me out. Where I admit things I'm not proud of. Ready? Okay. I used to ABHOR lipstick marks on coffee mug lids (as can be seen in photo below). There, I said it. Now the funny thing to me is that the cup with the lipstick marks on the lid that you see in the picture belongs to none other than yours truly. So let me explain. I used to be the girl who subconsciously thought she was better because she didn't need lipstick to feel pretty or 3 coats of mascara just to leave the house. I was proud to only wear a little bit of makeup (or none at all) and still feel like I looked like my normal, averagely pretty self. When other girls talked about needing to reapply lipgloss or eyeliner, (especially in front of guys) I made it a point to not be lumped into their shallow activity and went out of my w...

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