Twenty-Nine

It's actually a really nice December day here in Harrisonburg and I've glady enjoyed it from the indoors so far. Byrd threw me over her shoulder about an hour ago in an attempt to get me to go on a walk with her but I hadn't had my coffee yet and without my coffee, I am useless (even my legs fail to be of use apparently).

Last night we sat on the couch and brainstormed 29 things I could do with the 29 days I have left of unemployment and aside from that being an absolutely hilarious way to spend an hour of your life, i.e:

Byrd: "You need some Ginkgo Biloba"
Me: "What the heck is 'genkamolobo?'"

...this is what we were able to come up with. If you have any other ideas, leave a comment and let me know. I am desperate for some entertainment.

1) Draw a picture
2) Paint a 'byrd' house
3) Meet someone on a bus and take a picture
4) Treat someone to a random act of kindness
5) Make homemade dog treats
6) Take Asher to the groomer and have Lauren pay for it
7) Make homemade playdough
8) Throw a Rosie O'Donnell Party
9) Stuff a Turkey
10) Go hunting
11) Dig a hole
12) Put on a puppet show
13) Make a pillow case
14) Make a video of my day
15) Try to make as many different kinds of hot chocolate as possible
16) Make a gingerbread house
17) Handwrite letters and mail them to people
18) Cook Weiner Schnitzel
19) Give a tour of New Market
20) Memorize a Psalm
21) Read both Twilight and New Moon
22) Cross stitch a picture
23) Put together a Science Project
24) Punk someone
25) Make butter
26) Can something
27) Make popsicles
28) Research another religion
29) Buy black socks

I'm off to knock some of these off the list,
check back to see if I actually do.

Thirty

Yesterday:

Went to Lynchburg to go visit Jay and Jenn.
Ate at Waterstone.
Watched a movie.
Went to Liberty's Christmas Coffeehouse at 11:30pm.
Someone played August's Rhapsody and I was thrilled.
It didn't end until 1:40am.
Almost froze mid walking stance on the way back to my car.
Got back to the apartment and fell asleep.

Today:

Bought a Columbia fleece jacket for way cheaper than I even realized.
Ate lunch.
Drove back to Harrisonburg.
Helped watch some kids at Aletheia.
Made one cry.
Turns out it was Byrd's fault the kid got in trouble.
Laughed about it.
Went to the Ministry House.
Cameron came over and fixed us dinner.
It was amazing.
Watched a movie.
Screamed once...
...okay, maybe twice.
Got ready for bed.
Thanked God for the chance to make some new memories.
Felt torn.



     I was in Lynchburg this morning, not wanting anything more than for it to be January 13th, and then by five o'clock I'm in Harrisonburg, wishing January 13th would just hold out for a bit longer...

I'm somewhere inbetween.



Liberty isn't here yet, but most of my friends in Harrisonburg are either already gone for winter break or will be leaving soon - so with the exception of a few, my life in Harrisonburg has pretty much already come to a close.

So I guess, this is goodbye?

                                                  Really?

                                                                   ....so soon?

Thirty-Three

::

Fourteen days until Christmas

Nineteen days until Winterfest

Twenty-Two days until Passion

Thirty-Three days until Liberty

::

Time is going by super, super fast.
Once Christmas hits, that's all she wrote - I'll be at Liberty before I know it. I have about two more weeks of complete boredom until the madness hits.

I'm excited.
Really, really excited.
(Just in case you haven't picked up on it yet.)

I've spent the last hour trying on the clothes and shoes that I want to pack up and take with me, and I put together a little bag of medicine that Byrd-lady got me when I was sick a couple weeks ago to take. I've also gotten really excited about my apartment, my new bedroom and bathroom and I've had fun wondering what it's going to be like and who I'm going to share it with. I've had my eye on this comforter from Target for the past couple weeks, but it's way too expensive...

Sweet, right?

It's just strange to think about your life changing.
One day it's one way, and the next, it's never the same.

Crazy.

Thirty-Seven

I really want to write about what I'm feeling right now, but I don't even know where to start. If I could somehow register the greatness of the Lord, bottle it up, and hand it to you, I would - but He is far too big to put in a bottle and far too great to sum up in words on such a little page. I'm at a loss.

"The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, heirs also, heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with {Him} so that we may also be glorified with {Him.} For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us." -Romans 8:12-18


..."For in hope we have been saved, but hope that is seen is not hope; for who hopes for what he already sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, with perseverance we wait eagerly for it. - Romans 8:24-25
 

 I am the daughter of the Almighty God...

....and I'm going to see Him one day.

Holy crap.

Thirty-Eight

The power is out in our house today and I’m running on 72% battery power. The house is quiet, pitch black and freezing, but I pulled out some of my old scrapbooking supplies, lit some candles and have been busy making home-made Christmas cards. One must do what one must do with no income (and no electricity).

I felt somewhat domesticated, but I also woke up this morning to cinnamon buns and Mom stuffing a turkey (which is now sitting outside in the snow because there’s no way to cook it), and the reality of where I am on this voyage to womanhood struck me. Simply put, I’m a freakin’ amateur.

How the heck do you know how to stuff a turkey off the top of your head? And put Christmas decorations up at the same time?

It's the first snow of the winter, and there’s about 5 inches of it on the ground and it’s still going strong. The concert last night was AMAZING, and my heart desires the Lord and His wisdom now more than ever. All I could think of last night at the concert was, "God, I need to be doing something like this for You, but it's so totally beyond me."

Because let's face it: I'm no Bethany Dillon...
                                             ...or Proverbs 31 Woman for that matter.
                                  

Seeing Bethany and Shane last night also clarified all the more how badly I would like a husband who I can help lead worship with, because really - how much more fun could it get than that?

Maybe for Christmas, but I've got a feeling I'm going to have to learn how to stuff a turkey first, and well....that could take a while.

Thirty-Nine

Phil Wickham, Bethany Dillon, and Shane & Shane
Tonight, 8pm - VA Tech

Forty-Two

Forty-Two days until move-in, which ironically means forty-seven days until classes officially begin on the 18th.

My life apparently likes to change drastically on that day.

The countdown means a little something different for me today and yet strangely enough, when I wasn't expecting to be - I'm actually doing better than just "okay."

There's just too much to be thankful for.

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven,"
Ecclesiastes 3:1

                                

                                                   December...

                                                       ...it's good to see you again.