Thankful: He is constant.

Today, I'm having trouble reeling in to write about something I'm thankful for.

I'm pretty hyper and glad it's a friday. My brain is sort of going wild and I want to do everything but nothing in particular all at once. Today, I don't know what I am.

Two days ago, I was feeling sad. I was feeling condemned and pretty low about myself and my accomplishments (or lackthereof). I prayed for joy. That day, I was discouraged

Yesterday, I prayed that my life would reflect the fact that I love Jesus more than anything else. I failed at that in some ways. But I also succeeded at that in some ways. Yesterday, I was hopeful.

What I'm trying to say through my short reviews of the past couple of days is that I am not constant.
I might wish I was and regret it when I'm not. I might put on a front. I might even pull off actually being constant for a while, but when it comes down to it, I am not.
And as a human, I need something good that is constant. And the short of it is, I am not.

But He is good and He never changes.

No matter what I do or how I feel, he will never change.
On days like today, or yesterday, the day before, or tomorrow, He is the same and that is wonderful.
It means that the love that Jesus went to the cross with for me is still there. It means that what He accomplished on the cross is still accomplished and I am still forgiven. It means that the law which I was freed from, I'm still free from. It means the abounding grace written about in the Bible is still for me. It means that the perfect God who created me is still perfect and all His ways are still just. It means that my failure doesn't change who I am to Him. It means that however many hours, years, or days from now, this is all still true.
And I am thankful for that.

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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