Tuesday, July 28, 2009

9,600 Miles

9,600 miles. That's the end count, folks. We drove 9,600 miles in 7 weeks. It was a crazy summer. We ended up seeing circling the United States as well as being a canoe ride from Canada and an interstate exit from Mexico. We could see both places but weren't able to visit either. Another time. Here's the mapped out version of our trip. You can see it outlined in blue with stopping points along the way. We started in California, headed north, and then circled around, stopping at several places and seeing lots of family and friends.


We were in 23 states this summer (Garrett was actually in 24. He made it to Florida for a game of golf when we were in Alabama). I got to see 5 new states that I'd never been in, and Garrett had several new ones as well. And, we've now been in 34 states together as a married couple. Garrett has now been to all of the lower 48 states, and only has Alaska and Hawaii left to complete the list. Pretty fun! For pictures go to: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2053594&id=69600685&l=70eb21f279

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Two New States to the List!

Since we've been married, Garrett and I have started keeping track of all the states that we've been in together. I don't remember the number exactly, but it's somewhere up in the 20's. Well we just added two more to the list with Oregon and Washington! Being from the east coast, these states have always seemed so far away. It's cool to actually see them for myself! Our first stop, Tuesday, was Harris Beach State Park. We ended up camping there for two days. We had a great big campsite and we could see the ocean through the trees and hear it crashing below us. We did some biking around as well as walking on the beach and reading. We just started a new book by Andrew Peterson, who happens to be one of my favorite christian music artists. I was at a concert of his a couple of months ago and found out that he also writes books. Throughout his concert, Andrew's hilarious sense of humor comes out in both his lyrics and his personal stories. So naturally, I thought his books would be great. We're a little ways into it and I think we could recommend the series. We're really enjoying it!


Anyways, we're only a couple weeks into the summer trip. It seems crazy that we won't be home for another month and a half. We're enjoying ourselves so far, though, and we've got many new states to visit!

Saturday, June 6, 2009

C-16

Mt. Rainier - - Cougar Rock Campground - -
Campsite C-16

An ode to a campsite I will miss -

Thank you for a dry spot in a rainy forest,
for a fireplace warm and providing,
for some snow to serve as our ice chest,
and a quiet evening for a good night's read.

You served us well for our stay this time,
though short this stay, next time will be long.

Friday, May 29, 2009

She's A-mazing

Just wanted to say that my wife is incredible. This blog is going to be so much fun and she's made it so US already. I'm diggin' it Baby!

Times, they are a changin'...

Bob Dylan said it right. Times are changin'. Changin' lots of things.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgECKj9LSH4

And currently, in the Suhr household, Times are changing the following things:
1. The marital status change of '08 caused the following changes to occur (refer to #2 and #3)
2. The title of this blog as well as the blog address
3. The authors. Garrett has been invited! Can't wait to read some blogs from the man, eh?

SummerTIME is changing our residence for about two months. No longer will we reside in Stewart Hall, no siree. We are moving our residence to, what some might call, a mobile home. It is quite mobile. We'll see how the home part works out. Our residence for June and July will be our "new-to-us" Isuzu Rodeo. A 1998 beauty with a mere 65,000 miles, this firecracker (who is yet to be named) is going to be driving us around the country. Literally. We are CIRCLING the United States of America.


Unfortunately, Sheep (Jeep) will have to stay behind and soak up the California sun while we are gone. And she doesn't know this yet, but we are also planning on selling her, though we will miss her TREMENDOUSLY. She's quite the perfect little vehicle for California Residents.

Anyways, the trek is going to look something like this:
The trip begins on May 31st as we head North to Brad and Sharon's in Calistoga. We'll enjoy their company for a day or two and then continue on from there to Oregon along the coast and tent ourselves down at Columbia River Gorge, head to Olympic National Park in Washington, as well as Seattle (still need to call Lisa...check), and the Cascades. From there we'll head to some family property in Idaho, and on to friends in Bozeman, Montana. This will take up our first two weeks. From there we'll head to Wisconsin, spend some time at camp, then to Hopey and Tyler's wedding on the 20th in Janesville! (Congrats!)(Congrats to Jessie and Paul as well, who are getting married on the SAME DAY!) Following the grandios celebration we will make our way to Virginia via Chicago, possibly Mishawaka (Lunch, Kim?) , and roads through Ohio, West Virginia, and finally Home Sweet Home! We'll spend one week in Harrisonburg with my family(We want to do a sleepover, Sarah and Stuart...and Stephen!), hit up my first high school reunion on the 27th (Yay, BRCS Friends!), and drive to Roanoke that night to head off to our first beach week with the Suhrs. We'll leave the 28th of June and be on the Outer Banks for a week, wrapping up the food, fun, and BEACH on the 4th of July. The next week we'll spend in Roanoke hanging out with the Suhrs, checkin' out Jason and Rachel's new house, and playing with the kiddos. Then we'll meet up with my parents and drive to Gulf Shores, Alabama for our SECOND beach week with the extended Harrison family. Yeehaw! Grandma's cookin', more sand, and aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, as well as the Friedrich's are gonna make for one crazy week. After this week ends (July 18th) it'll be time to pack up and head back home. We'll take the southern route, meaning I finally get to see Texas! Don't worry, I'm bringin' my boots.

The big question of the summer is, will Bella be joining us on our way back?
Only time will tell. (Meaning, I'm still trying to make that decision) :)

At any rate, we are PUMPED. We'll try and keep this updated. We may be having too much fun!

Here's to summertime, and jobs that give you summer's off! Hip-Hip-Hooray!

Monday, August 4, 2008

So...a lot's been happening...and I'm selfish!

Ok. So I keep getting these comments...mainly from the Gustafsons and ex-Gustafsons that I don't blog enough. It's true. Here's why. I feel like so much has happened that is really important that I need to blog it and put it up...but...that would take FOREVER! So...I think what I'm going to do...is just start from now. Maybe eventually I'll get some pictures from all that's been going on up here. I'm going to post most on facebook for those that even care to see them (sometimes I feel like I'm really presuming that people even WANT to look at my pictures...)
Here goes.
I am enjoying marriage...a lot...but I'm also learning a lot about how selfish I am! Good grief! I mean this is the closest that anyone ever sees you at and I guess it just shows you all the good things and bad things about yourself. Garrett's so unselfish in comparison to me and it's really making me want to change some things. I read in a book once that marriage isn't as much about making you happy as it is about making you holy...helping you see things in life that you want to change so that you can better represent who God is. When I first read it I kinda pushed it aside...like..nooo...I mean yes, but it's also about making you happy!! But really...I think it is a lot about making you see all of the sides of yourself. It's crazy. Example. I've been shopping around looking for furniture because the apartment is a little bare. I want something unique and really cool. So I've been looking at antique stores and I found this table that is just...literally...perfect. It's a little couch table that's long and skinny to go in our living room right by the front door...but it's painted really cool...this green color with some gold accents..just really cool. And I had my heart SET on it. And then I took Garrett in. And as nice as he could he said...no. Cause we don't need it. We have a couch to sit on. We've got a table to eat off...and we've got a bed to sleep in. And a couple other things. But we're tight right now so spending the extra on this thing of desire was just...not something we can do. And I was buuuuummmmeeeed. And I showed it. I got all grouchy and...just really Kindergarten-esque. And he asked this really great question. He just said..."How do you want me to respond, then? If I know I need to say no, how do you want me to do it? I can't say yes all the time. But the way you're reacting to my no isn't very mature. How am I supposed to say no in a way that won't make you get like this?" Like a punch to the stomach. He was totally right...Man...that was a hard day. Just seeing myself for my TRUE self...not fun. Ha!

It is a lot of fun, though. We don't have a whole lot of cash flow...especially with me not having a job yet...so we're trying to find these little things to enjoy. Like last night we ordered a stuffed crust pizza from Pizza Hut and watched a movie at home. And it felt like such a treat to get a stuffed crust pizza! There's also this two dollar theater down the road that we've gone to twice. So much cheaper than the other places. Sheesh. It's 11 bucks out here to go see a movie. That's ridiculous! But we've been all about finding excitement in the little things. We live 30 minutes from a beach...free to go to...and we pack a cooler with some sandwiches and snacks...a whole day that doesn't cost us much of anything! It's fun to try and figure out the little things to enjoy...



And...though it may be a little bare...the apartment is at least not cluttered. Cluttered is bad. And hard to keep clean. I should know. That's been me the other 25 years of my life. :)

Wear sunscreen...

I am sunburned.......because we went to the beach yesterday. Laguna Beach. I live like 45 minutes from there which is crazy to me. Coming from Virginia you hear about this place called Laguna Beach and it almost seems like it's made up. The show on tv is just loaded with these girls that have waaaaaay too much money and all the right clothes, cars, and cell phones. It's just crazy. The problem is, I'm sure the majority of teenage girls that watch the show are just sitting there and completely measuring their worth off of this stuff that is just not reality for the majority of people that live on this earth. I hate that.

Anyways...there is a nice part of the beach that doesn't get too crowded. Garrett and I have gone twice so far and I DID put on sunscreen but I guess it didn't work very well. I even had streaks on my legs where you could see my finger marks from rubbing it in. Lesson learned. I'll put it on before I get out there next time and let it soak in. But we packed a little lunch and headed out there...got in the water and dove through some waves...and just had a relaxing time.

It's not too bad, this California place.









Saturday, November 10, 2007

Can I get witness!?!

I want to say, that if I were put in the same situations that Buzz puts Steve in in the following story, that I would be an effective witness. I hate to say that I'm scared of situations like this, but I guess that's an honest thing to say...cause I AM scared. I was in Atlanta, Georgia recently and got questioned on some of my beliefs and I just stood there stammering. I didn't even know what to say or how to respond. I feel like such a baby in some of my Biblical understanding, even though I've been in the church all of my life. I think my lack of deep knowledge on stuff keeps me from being confident in my witnessing. But i don't think it should! I have experienced God's grace so much that it flows me off my feet. He brings me peace with my life and past when I have no idea how to find it for myself. He gives me gifts in relationships that I don't feel like I deserve. He blows me away again and again...I think that's enough to give me confidence in order to share my faith. This is an area I'd like to grow in. It's weird to say this, but I guess I'm not exactly sure how. Check this story out:

I had two different men disciple me in college. The first took me through ministry materials each week, along with the “mandatory” one on one we’d agreed on. At the end of my freshmen year, he graduated, we shook hands, and I’ve never heard from him since. That experience taught me that discipleship involves giving a young believer some direction, yes, but requires the pouring out of some affection too. Later in college, God gave me a second man, Buzz (that’s right, Buzz) Underwood, as my discipler and who loved me in spite of myself. I’d never met someone who cared, served, prayed and invested in my life like Buzz did. He didn’t do it to impress others or even out of obedience to God; he did it because he enjoyed being with me — the highest compliment you can pay anyone.

Buzz was the apostle Paul at my college and if you were going to hang with him, you would instantly be labeled a Christian extremist and inevitably be ostracized by certain campus factions. Like a modern day Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, part of me still wanted to be cool and accepted by my fraternity brothers and at the same time appear spiritually radical to the other Christians on campus. Buzz helped me change all that with his version of shock therapy discipleship taken from the Apostle Paul’s second letter to Timothy, his young disciple. Even though my safe, comfortable life was traumatized, I forever learned three of Buzz’s paradigm shifting secrets of turning Christians into disciples.

Secret #1: Expose the Embarrassment

Buzz was a senior ROTC student who doubled as a Resident Assistant in a men’s dorm, but from all appearances he had as his primary goal in life to show me how ashamed I was of the gospel. One night as I was coming over to his dorm for our weekly small group, Buzz happened to hop on the elevator at the last second. Instead of greeting me, he casually leaned up against the side of the crowded elevator and acting like he didn’t know me, said, “Hey buddy. What’s that in your hand?”

Of course, all 12 sets of eyes were glued to the flashing floor numbers above, pretending they weren’t listening to every single word exchanged between Buzz and I. Pausing to catch my breath, I sheepishly responded in a low voice,

“It’s a Bible, Buzz.”

“A Bible!” he shouted, “That’s not that stuff that talks about Jesus Christ being the Son of God, is it?!”

After turning 18 shades of red, I finally lowered my head and whispered, “Yeah, Buzz. That’s what it says.”

He wasn’t through with his thrashing, though, and added, “You don’t really believe that stuff, do you?” Luckily, the door to our floor opened and I was rescued from having to answer his final question.

Even though I wanted to vanish from the face of the earth during those painfully drawn-out seconds on the elevator, I later was very grateful to Buzz, who exposed my unwillingness to totally identify with Jesus Christ, the Scriptures and ─ Buzz himself. As cruel as it seems, he was only trying to help me, even as the Apostle Paul challenged young Timothy, to “not be ashamed to testify about our Lord, or be ashamed of me His prisoner, but join with me in suffering for the gospel, by the power of God. (2 Timothy 1:8). Little did I know that my training had just begun. . . .

Secret #2: Prepare for Impact

A few weeks later Buzz asked me to go with him to visit a resident assistant friend of his in a nearby dorm. I agreed ─ not fully comprehending yet that Buzz was into teaching me “object lessons” wherever we went! So up we zoomed to the 10th story, but when the elevator door opened, we couldn’t get out because of the 60 freshmen packed in together, waiting for a floor meeting to begin. As we squeezed out from the closing elevator, I looked around at the sea of guys sitting and staring up at us. Instantly, Buzz’s friend recognized us and said, “Buzz, good to have you with us tonight. I’ll turn it over to you.”

Without hesitation, Buzz, imitating a late night talk show host, warmed up the crowd by announcing, “It’s great to be with you guys. I want to introduce our speaker tonight, Steve Shadrach.” He then turned to me, and through his devious smile simply says… “Steve.”

Shocked and appalled, I rotated my head from Buzz’s smirk to the waiting eyes of my young audience. “Well…. it is, uh, good to be with, uh, you guys tonight”, nervously stuttering and stalling all the way.

I really don’t recall details of what I said over the next 15 minutes or so, but I do remember gaining enough presence of mind to move into my personal testimony and then into a gospel explanation. Later, it was obvious to me that this was a total set up and that Buzz was trying to “prime the pump” by putting me in a situation to see if I would be willing and able to share my faith ─ without even a moment’s notice.

Again, I see a parallel in how hesitant and timid Timothy was, but still Paul exhorted him in 2 Timothy 4:2 to “preach the Word; be ready in season and out of season…” I was starting to see this Great Commission thing was 24 hours a day, seven days a week and Buzz was preparing me to impact others for Christ anywhere, anytime. He knew, though, that the outer witness was only as strong as the inward character and although I pretended to be modest, I still had an ego the size of Texas…

Secret # 3: Love the Unlovable

You see, I thought I was the campus Billy Graham until I met Buzz, and even though I was like a wild bucking bronco when it came to respecting or submitting to his spiritual leadership, he never gave up on me. Buzz and I lived together my senior year where he would constantly make my bed and fix the meals. I repaid his kindnesses by begrudgingly sitting in his early-morning Bible study with a blanket wrapped around my head to protest the indecent hour.

Once, during a prayer walk we took together, in the middle of his very sincere petition, I glared at his bowed head and scoffed, “You’re the biggest phony I’ve ever met!” If there was ever a time I deserved for someone to call me a slimy imbecile and whack me, it was then. Instead, he patiently smiled, put his hand on my shoulder, looked right into my eyes — and soul — then quietly uttered four unbelievable words, “I love you, Steve.”

That was the final straw. All of my defenses totally broke down and my rebellious heart melted into surrender as I finally grasped how authentic his love was for me. Like Jesus, instead of striking back, he absorbed my assault and extended kindness in return. In 2 Timothy 2:24-25, Paul instructed Timothy to do likewise: “The Lord’s bondservant must not be quarrelsome, but be kind to all, able to teach, patient when wrong, with gentleness correcting those who are in opposition.” I realized that I had been against leadership unless, of course, I was the leader! The real phony was staring back at me in the mirror as I tried to hide my arrogance with a humility performance that could have won me an Oscar.

Finally broken, I remember the exact day and place I was walking in front of the school library where I made the once and for all decision that I would be one person—not two! I’d been playing both sides of the fence but, with Buzz’s help, was determined not to allow other’s opinions to paralyze me any longer. From that point on, I was going to walk toward my fears, forsaking my “esteemed reputation” in favor of suffering for the gospel, like Paul modeled to Timothy. Renouncing my agenda to fulfill God’s, I yearned for Him to light the flame of revival on my campus, but ultimately understood that He wanted to use my life as the fuel.

Buzz’s version of shock therapy discipleship had dramatically impacted me. I’m not saying it’s the best approach for everyone, but sometimes moving from simply a “run of the mill” Christian to a radical disciple requires drastic measures.

Thanks Buzz!

Friday, September 7, 2007

Restless...

Saw this on a friend's page. It hit me pretty hard. It actually refers exactly to a journal entry I made a couple of days ago:

"O Lord, You have made us for Yourself, and our hearts are restless till they rest in You."
-Austine in his Confessions

Sometimes my heart feels so completely restless. I don't know what to do with it and I get overwhelmed. I find myself driving around town or the countryside, sitting in abandoned soccer fields overlooking the city, just not quite too sure what to do with myself. My heart, as restless as can be...so much so that I feel like it's going to explode out of my chest. It makes my thoughts run a mile a minute and I never know who to talk to about it cause I'm not sure anyone would even understand.

God-my heart is restless. It was made for You. You made us for YOURSELF. That is an amazing thought. My heart was MADE to be satisfied by God alone. Help me learn to rest my heart in You.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

i'm a boy...

I don't know who reads this stupid blog. I'm not posting this article to say, "Look at how you boys take our emotionally unstable hearts and tear them to pieces!" It's quite the opposite, actually. I was reading this article and the whole time I couldn't help but think...I'm the boy in this. Somehow, through life's fun twists and turns (sarcasm?) I have somehow, I believe, become emotionally detached in relationships. Sometimes I think I forget to pay attention to the fact that they may be getting attached while I am not. What in the world is wrong with me?!?

Here's the article. Note: Wherever it says "boy" or "man"...just substitute in the word "Beth".

Not Your Buddy- by Suzanne Hadley
http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001200.cfm

...aaaaaand.....apparently I need to read this book....






Ridiculous.

My pastor told me that the reason I have a hard time committing is because I haven't found the person that I wanted to commit to yet. I guess that could be the case.

I read a post on a friend's blog one time that said something like this, "Couldn't the fear of commitment be a good thing?" He went on to talk about how the fear of commitment gets a bad rap all the time, but maybe it's actually beneficial because it keeps people from committing to relationships that may not be right for them.

Something to think about.





that's where i come from...

"Tough girls come from New York. Sweet girls come from Georgia. But us Virginia girls, we have fire and ice in our blood. We can ride horses, be a debutante, throw left hooks and play poker with the boys, all while making sweet tea, darlin'. And if we have an opinion, you know you're going to hear it."
~ Ashley Judd

I stole this from a friend's page and changed a couple of the words to fit a little better...but i like it. :)

Monday, July 9, 2007

and it's over just like that...

So much anticipation. So much planning. So much money. And it's all over. Unbelievable.
I think I'll elope.
My sister's wedding was amazing.


Sarah and Stuart at the rehearsal dinner.



Me and Sarah at rehearsal. Seriously...good food.



Sarah waiting to get her hair done. She's pretty.

Calming little sis' nerves before the big walk.

Dad always helps.


My brother and dad...in their boots!


All grown up and married...Sarah and Stuart Fairweather!



Mmmm...Cake...


Me and Stu-Pot.


Like father, like daughter.
It is....RIDICULOUS...how much we are like.
And it's getting worse...

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Thursday, May 17, 2007

30 Hour Famine


Awesome weekend. I've done the 30 Hour Famine before. Just not quite like this. In days past it has always seemed like a glorified lock-in. The kids come and get a kick out of taunting each other the whole time with stories of big juicy steaks, mashed potatoes and gravy, and a HUGE glass of sweet tea (I should stop there. #1 I'm giving myself away with the sweet tea line...it was probably me taunting...and #2 it's making me hungry...) They don't eat for 30 hours, but to take their mind off of the slight...seriously...slight...hunger pains, they spend their time watching the latest movies, playing on rented inflatables, putt-putting, or other things of the like.

Not this time. The kids were challenged...I was challenged.

We started the evening with making supper. No, not for us. We took what we made (or helped make, i should say) over to the local Salvation Army and watched as people that were really hungry came through the line with slightly wary, but definitely grateful eyes. A bunch of smiling, peppy high schoolers dished out the goods to individuals who I'm sure wondered what exactly our motives were. I don't blame them. I've done service projects in the past to make ME feel good. How selfish. But tonight, I think our kids were definitely going to get at least a little bit of a feel for what it's like to be...homeless...or hungry...or enslaved. Once the plates were piled high with food, the kids scattered amongst the crowd and sat down to conversations with strangers that would open their eyes to an important fact. These people were...people. Just like themselves.

After washing the dishes and leaving behind plenty of leftovers, we moved from our first stop to our second: Our Community Place. A local joint that has the dreams of becoming another "beacon of HOPE" in the Valley. Cardboard boxes were passed out to each of the kids as they were told, this was home for the night. They quickly began to build their "cardboard community", shelter for an evening. With cardboard boxes much nicer than any you would find in a local dumpster (i would soon find out just how sturdy they were- enough to withstand wake up kicks from the boys in the morning), they made temporary homes along with skylights, doors, and chimneys. It was fun to watch them be creative. We hoped to get the message across that this is life for some people, and not only when it's nearing summertime warmth.

Once our beds were in place, we all gathered around a projector screen where many kids saw things they'd never seen before. The story of the "invisible children" soon became the heartbeat of many as local high schoolers from Harrisonburg realized they wanted to do something about the injustice in the world. Watching kids walk for miles each day just to get a spot on a cold, wet, cement floor where it was safe...or at least more safe...seemed to strike a nerve. Silence followed, and kids made their way to their boxes shortly after, probably feeling overwhelmed, as I did, about the huge need, and their tiny existence. People needed their help. More people than just those at the local Harrisonburg Salvation Army. More people that were...people. Just like themselves.

With the sunrise came a new day. Running on very little energy, the kids spent the entire morning mowing, raking, pulling weeds, planting flowers, and trying to help where they could in the community. Not a complaint was heard.

Even the end of our fast was a learning experience. Instead of us all eating at once and all the same thing, we were split up into groups with red dots, yellow dots and blue dots. The red dots sat at a fancy table and were served pancakes, sausage links, fresh fruit, milk and all kinds of good stuff. They could have as many "second plates" as they wanted. They yellow dots sat at decent tables, had to serve themselves, and got to eat cereal and milk. When the food was gone, they were done. The blue dots, the large majority of the group, had to sit on the floor, and eat burned sticky rice with their hands. The point was to show that the majority of the world lives in poverty while a small percentage holds most of the wealth. It was astonishing to see it played out that way.

Through all of it, I think the thing that I learned the most was that we are all equal. We're all the same. People are people. The only difference between myself and a child in Africa who has nothing to eat today, tomorrow, and many more days to come until his bowl of sticky rice arrives to hold him over till the next meal comes days later, is that for some reason I was born here. Is that fair? Absolutely not.

I want to do something about it.

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Quarter Life Crisis

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may or may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared.

You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all.

You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.

One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while wining the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

-unknown

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Something to keep in your pocket...

I stole this off of Lisa...

It's like love that way; once you arrive, once you are firmly aground in a love, you begin to see that it has cracks and rough edges and dirty spots, pockets of toxins, less privacy, maybe, than what you had imagined. But if you are willing to remember the initial distant beauty of a love or a daydream, and if you are willing to live in that beauty up close even with all its imperfections...then the dream is yours to have. People who can remember that on a daily basis are lucky, because they get to spend their time swimming and kissing instead of always looking off into the distance, making up things that aren't necessarily true about places or people who are far away. It's almost too easy to avoid living the dream you are in while questing for one more perfectly imagined. Half of being a dreamer is dreaming and half of it is actually living in your dreams.
-off the map

...something I need to learn...

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

A Prayer

Oh Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is discord, unity;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is error, truth;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is sadness, joy;
Where there is darkness, light.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love;

For it is in the giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

St Francis of Assisi

Thursday, April 19, 2007

The Lord is my Shepherd...

"All praise to the God and Father of our Master, Jesus the Messiah! Father of all mercy! God of all healing counsel! He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us.”
-2 Corinthians 1:3-4

Though you may not be directly tied to something as painful as the tragedy at Virginia Tech this past Monday, always look for opportunities to help someone who is going through something so difficult. Seek to be obedient as the Lord puts you in situations where He can use you.

Lord, I pray that you never waste one of my hurts. I want to be used by You to help others that hurting. Give me compassion, so that I can give it away. Give me love, so that I can give it away. May I never keep it for myself.

Friday, April 6, 2007

sweet mary.









Who's going to a Ben Folds concert on Tuesday?
I am.
Heavens to Bessie, I'm excited.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

being aware.

"When you have the opportunity, take a look at a clock with a second hand. Stop what you are doing and just watch two minutes pass. In the grand scheme of things, two minutes might seem very short; but, consider the quality time you could have had with someone you know, someone you might meet, or someone you have lost. Every two minutes we have in this life can be spent doing something or spent doing nothing. I prefer to do something...whether I am spending quality time with the people I care about, pursuing new experiences, or doing anything else meaningful in my life. I work hard and I know will be a successful person when my life is over because, in many ways, I am successful already. I cannot always be doing the right thing, no one can. However, I try to spend every two minutes growing as a person and helping others rather than wasting time on that which is insignificant. "
-written by a friend-