Not only does the brisk-mannered exercise aid in inhibiting muscle atrophy, the absence of a glaring computer screen revitalize my retinas, and the relatively serene path upon which I tread diminish apprehension of having to fetch Boss 1 from the 23rd floor 'cause he misplaced his I.D. badge again and cannot recall how he ended up there in the first place, but also 'cause I fancy the time reserved for meself. Time for the allowance of my thoughts to scitter scatter on eerthang that's unfolding in mi vida and in las vidas of those around me. And hark! I arrive always at the same conclusion: God is everywhere and in errthang (1 Corinthians 8:6). He graciously weaves in every circumstance for our ultimate good in the tapestry of our lives that He shall faithfully finish (Philippians 1:6), all thanks to Christ's work on the cross. And oh boy, I excitedly await and rejoice in the hope of the glory of God (Romans 5:2)!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Solo supersonic strolls
I adore people and fortifying bonds o'er grub-grabbing, but I've developed a penchant for solo hour-long supersonic strolls during lunchtime. 
Not only does the brisk-mannered exercise aid in inhibiting muscle atrophy, the absence of a glaring computer screen revitalize my retinas, and the relatively serene path upon which I tread diminish apprehension of having to fetch Boss 1 from the 23rd floor 'cause he misplaced his I.D. badge again and cannot recall how he ended up there in the first place, but also 'cause I fancy the time reserved for meself. Time for the allowance of my thoughts to scitter scatter on eerthang that's unfolding in mi vida and in las vidas of those around me. And hark! I arrive always at the same conclusion: God is everywhere and in errthang (1 Corinthians 8:6). He graciously weaves in every circumstance for our ultimate good in the tapestry of our lives that He shall faithfully finish (Philippians 1:6), all thanks to Christ's work on the cross. And oh boy, I excitedly await and rejoice in the hope of the glory of God (Romans 5:2)!
Not only does the brisk-mannered exercise aid in inhibiting muscle atrophy, the absence of a glaring computer screen revitalize my retinas, and the relatively serene path upon which I tread diminish apprehension of having to fetch Boss 1 from the 23rd floor 'cause he misplaced his I.D. badge again and cannot recall how he ended up there in the first place, but also 'cause I fancy the time reserved for meself. Time for the allowance of my thoughts to scitter scatter on eerthang that's unfolding in mi vida and in las vidas of those around me. And hark! I arrive always at the same conclusion: God is everywhere and in errthang (1 Corinthians 8:6). He graciously weaves in every circumstance for our ultimate good in the tapestry of our lives that He shall faithfully finish (Philippians 1:6), all thanks to Christ's work on the cross. And oh boy, I excitedly await and rejoice in the hope of the glory of God (Romans 5:2)!
Monday, July 13, 2009
In awe of You
This weekend past shall be remembered forevermore, for 'twas one of eternal proportions. God seriously captivates mine heart like nothin' else. Lord, thank you so much for gifting to us Christ’s death and resurrection on the cross that saves sinners and grants them unparalleled joy in relationship with Him for eternity for those who believe. Thank you so much for the Holy Spirit’s stirring in people’s hearts to accept Christ as Lord and Savior of their lives, more specifically, of my dear dear friend. I'm OVERJOYED. Praise the Lord for the salvation of souls over which all of heaven are rejoicing. Thank you for answered prayers and your perfect timing. Thank you Lord that you humbly, mercifully, and graciously gave your life for us so that we may live. Your love has no bounds. I stand with arms high and heart abandoned, in awe of the One who gave it all.
You stood before my failure
Carried the Cross for my shame
My sin weighed upon Your shoulders
My soul now to stand
So what can I say
What could I do
But offer this heart Oh God
Completely to You
So I'll walk upon salvation
Your Spirit alive in me
This life to declare Your promise
'Tis news of greatest grandeur, and I long for y'all to share the unprecedented joy, hope, and peace in knowing Christ so lemme know if ever you're down for such a chitter chatter.
“But in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect.” – 1 Peter 3:15
And the cherry to top off an epic Sunda(e)y: getting introduced to for the very first time, 1 day old Karis Mae Barrett. Congratulations, Barretts! GOLLY MOLLY, I AM HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE.
Oh boy, I pray 'tis in God's will for me to witness first-hand the splendors of mommahood someday!
You stood before my failure
Carried the Cross for my shame
My sin weighed upon Your shoulders
My soul now to stand
So what can I say
What could I do
But offer this heart Oh God
Completely to You
So I'll walk upon salvation
Your Spirit alive in me
This life to declare Your promise
'Tis news of greatest grandeur, and I long for y'all to share the unprecedented joy, hope, and peace in knowing Christ so lemme know if ever you're down for such a chitter chatter.
“But in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect.” – 1 Peter 3:15
And the cherry to top off an epic Sunda(e)y: getting introduced to for the very first time, 1 day old Karis Mae Barrett. Congratulations, Barretts! GOLLY MOLLY, I AM HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE.
Oh boy, I pray 'tis in God's will for me to witness first-hand the splendors of mommahood someday!
Friday, July 10, 2009
New age of the era
A notoriously epic proposal for the roommates as we herald in the dawn of the new age of the era that I must publicize on Bloggerville. Michelle, it is with a grateful heart that I commend you for drafting this piece of greatness:
"We are gathered here to recognize this new age. Whether it be searching for that dream career or that matchmadeinheaven husband, we are all definitely experiencing the inevitable changes that is - graduation. Now, it hurts me most to know that we may never experience roommate life again, most likely never together at least, as we return to our families or attempt to live in male-dominated habitats. It is, however, not full of sadness because the distance provided by this new age poses the test of strength by challenging us to overcome greater obstacles to be in one another's presence and therefore increases the value of our time as a limited resource.
Sure, it will be difficult: Katlyn will have to get her birth certificate so she can get her permit so she can learn to drive so she can get her license so she can drive to see us, Helen will have to juggle the tensofmillionsofchurchworkfriendsfamilyobligations, Jenny will have to battle it out with Ciao then take the bus for ten hours and more, and I will have to journey four hundred miles in stinking cow smell and plan months in advance for the weekend getaways to this LA oasis. It is with great pleasure that I present the plan of the new age (to Katlyn, since everyone else already knows). From this year forward, we have reserved EVERY SINGLE LABOR DAY WEEKEND FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES to be designated as ROOMMATE WEEKEND (or something more clever because I got nothin').
Here are the established rules agreed upon by a majority vote of the board:
1. We shall meet every Labor Day Weekend - if you have any plans, then you must know that you are already busy. Too bad, you're booked. Attendance is mandatory.
2. Only board members shall be allowed to participate in roommate weekend. No male counterpart may join the festivities until all board members are married. At this time, all husbands are also initiated into the board and become obligated to abide by the number one rule. Children will also be denied entry until all board members (husbands&wives) have reproduced. (In the improbable case that a board member ever become widowed or divorced...what do we do? Also, will this same rule apply for grandchildren? Is attendance mandatory for children? I also advise you to mention this rule to your husband IMMEDIATELY after he proposes to you so there are no surprises there, while he's still on one knee so he can't change his mind.)
3. Any cancellations must be made 2 months in advance. The person responsible for cancellation is also responsible for coordinating and planning a new weekend getaway before the next Labor Day falls.
4. We will take turns planning this weekend getaway though the first one will be a collaborative effort. At the first convention, we shall discuss further rules and development strategies.
Please consider these points and continue discussing new ways we can improve upon this plan that will hold together the era! May the force be with you!"
I daresay I cannot wait to laugh about this when we're crinkly saggy age-graced ladies.
"We are gathered here to recognize this new age. Whether it be searching for that dream career or that matchmadeinheaven husband, we are all definitely experiencing the inevitable changes that is - graduation. Now, it hurts me most to know that we may never experience roommate life again, most likely never together at least, as we return to our families or attempt to live in male-dominated habitats. It is, however, not full of sadness because the distance provided by this new age poses the test of strength by challenging us to overcome greater obstacles to be in one another's presence and therefore increases the value of our time as a limited resource.Sure, it will be difficult: Katlyn will have to get her birth certificate so she can get her permit so she can learn to drive so she can get her license so she can drive to see us, Helen will have to juggle the tensofmillionsofchurchworkfriendsfamilyobligations, Jenny will have to battle it out with Ciao then take the bus for ten hours and more, and I will have to journey four hundred miles in stinking cow smell and plan months in advance for the weekend getaways to this LA oasis. It is with great pleasure that I present the plan of the new age (to Katlyn, since everyone else already knows). From this year forward, we have reserved EVERY SINGLE LABOR DAY WEEKEND FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES to be designated as ROOMMATE WEEKEND (or something more clever because I got nothin').
Here are the established rules agreed upon by a majority vote of the board:
1. We shall meet every Labor Day Weekend - if you have any plans, then you must know that you are already busy. Too bad, you're booked. Attendance is mandatory.2. Only board members shall be allowed to participate in roommate weekend. No male counterpart may join the festivities until all board members are married. At this time, all husbands are also initiated into the board and become obligated to abide by the number one rule. Children will also be denied entry until all board members (husbands&wives) have reproduced. (In the improbable case that a board member ever become widowed or divorced...what do we do? Also, will this same rule apply for grandchildren? Is attendance mandatory for children? I also advise you to mention this rule to your husband IMMEDIATELY after he proposes to you so there are no surprises there, while he's still on one knee so he can't change his mind.)
3. Any cancellations must be made 2 months in advance. The person responsible for cancellation is also responsible for coordinating and planning a new weekend getaway before the next Labor Day falls.
4. We will take turns planning this weekend getaway though the first one will be a collaborative effort. At the first convention, we shall discuss further rules and development strategies.
Please consider these points and continue discussing new ways we can improve upon this plan that will hold together the era! May the force be with you!"
I daresay I cannot wait to laugh about this when we're crinkly saggy age-graced ladies.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
The birthdayfied playdate
HAPPIEST OF 21st BIRTHDAYS TO YOU, SHAINA!!!
Our remarkably-anticipated periodic playdates to catch up took on an unorthodox spin this Tuesday past as we convened underneath the sun's brilliance at an entertainment industry professional-proliferated savannah in between her summertide internship and my nine-to-six
for a surprise birthdayfied picnic al fresco of nostalgia-studded organic savories to commemorate another year gifted unto her life.
A momentous affair oozing with whimsy, as earmarked by the napkin-swathed silverware's quaint frivolity.
Cheers, m'dear, to 21 years!
Thence it dawned upon Shaina that she'd been bequeathed not a beverage of the alcoholic breed, but rather, run-of-the-mill French berry lemonade. Incredulous remorse unraveled across her face.
Joking.
We had a jolly rambunctious time lolling about. 
So red velvet cupcakes are exceedingly palatable. In fact, the South-derived sweet treat's sorta trendy, what with the eye-popping dandelioning of cupcake shoppes all o'er the nation. But have you ever sampled golden velvet cupcakes?
Whilst picnic-prepping and baking-frenzying with waning attentiveness (byproduct of the early morn hour) the evening prior, I unwittingly splashed into the batter yellow food coloring rather than red, thus yielding red velvet tasting golden-hued cupcakes. Oops. YUM, nonetheless.
The golden velvet cupcakes panned out marvelously to emblematize 1 Peter 1:3-7, which expounds the tested genuineness of our faith to be more precious than gold. God seriously is good in all things.
Shaina, we've come a long and winding way since that arbitrary King & I snapshot together when you were 14. I really thank the Lord for 7 years of blessed friendship, which is as profoundly deep, wonderfully quirky, exceptionally swell, and wholeheartedly idiosyncratic as it is 'cause its foundation is built upon Christ, and our bond fortified by His grace. I cherish our epically extensive gabfests and even lengthier (loud) laughs. I praise God so much for your encouraging heart that ceases never to bless and amaze me. I pray you continue to fight for joy in the Lord with everything He's given you as you daily discover what it means to love and serve Him, even amid stormy trials. I'm excited to see how He shall mold you according to His will in each subsequent stage of your life, in which I shall continue to play a role, Lord-willing. I LOVE YOU, SHAINA!!!
Our remarkably-anticipated periodic playdates to catch up took on an unorthodox spin this Tuesday past as we convened underneath the sun's brilliance at an entertainment industry professional-proliferated savannah in between her summertide internship and my nine-to-six
for a surprise birthdayfied picnic al fresco of nostalgia-studded organic savories to commemorate another year gifted unto her life.
A momentous affair oozing with whimsy, as earmarked by the napkin-swathed silverware's quaint frivolity.
Cheers, m'dear, to 21 years!
Thence it dawned upon Shaina that she'd been bequeathed not a beverage of the alcoholic breed, but rather, run-of-the-mill French berry lemonade. Incredulous remorse unraveled across her face.
Joking.
We had a jolly rambunctious time lolling about. 
So red velvet cupcakes are exceedingly palatable. In fact, the South-derived sweet treat's sorta trendy, what with the eye-popping dandelioning of cupcake shoppes all o'er the nation. But have you ever sampled golden velvet cupcakes?
Whilst picnic-prepping and baking-frenzying with waning attentiveness (byproduct of the early morn hour) the evening prior, I unwittingly splashed into the batter yellow food coloring rather than red, thus yielding red velvet tasting golden-hued cupcakes. Oops. YUM, nonetheless.
The golden velvet cupcakes panned out marvelously to emblematize 1 Peter 1:3-7, which expounds the tested genuineness of our faith to be more precious than gold. God seriously is good in all things.
Shaina, we've come a long and winding way since that arbitrary King & I snapshot together when you were 14. I really thank the Lord for 7 years of blessed friendship, which is as profoundly deep, wonderfully quirky, exceptionally swell, and wholeheartedly idiosyncratic as it is 'cause its foundation is built upon Christ, and our bond fortified by His grace. I cherish our epically extensive gabfests and even lengthier (loud) laughs. I praise God so much for your encouraging heart that ceases never to bless and amaze me. I pray you continue to fight for joy in the Lord with everything He's given you as you daily discover what it means to love and serve Him, even amid stormy trials. I'm excited to see how He shall mold you according to His will in each subsequent stage of your life, in which I shall continue to play a role, Lord-willing. I LOVE YOU, SHAINA!!!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Truly terrific Tuesdays
'cause they consistently connote church family carousing late into the balmy summertide evening,
this instance highlighted by the hijinks of a homemade crêpe factory, presided by chef maestro RJ (All the following snapshots are courtesy of RJ and Ate Gen).
We crafted a bevy of bite-sized crêpes for easy peasy enjoying,
which errbody devoured more swiftly than RJ and I could chug 'em out,
so much so that a boisterous revolt manifested over the last tantalizing few. Jeepers!
Love the nutso church famaree!!! Praise God for fellowship bonding fun o'er crêpes complemented by convivial chitter chatter.
this instance highlighted by the hijinks of a homemade crêpe factory, presided by chef maestro RJ (All the following snapshots are courtesy of RJ and Ate Gen).
We crafted a bevy of bite-sized crêpes for easy peasy enjoying,
which errbody devoured more swiftly than RJ and I could chug 'em out,
so much so that a boisterous revolt manifested over the last tantalizing few. Jeepers!
Love the nutso church famaree!!! Praise God for fellowship bonding fun o'er crêpes complemented by convivial chitter chatter.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
H2O to my soul
"...According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God's power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ." - 1 Peter 1:3-7
God and His truth are SO inexplicably staggering. Sifting through, gleaning from, and dwelling upon the aforementioned verses leave me in enraptured awe of who He is. Nothing else compares. What an unparalleled privilege to know Him. A privilege I too oft take for granted. Just as the time lapse in knowing someone is correlated with time spent together and consequential affinity, so it is in our relationship with God. We ought to actively strive to deepen our relationship with Christ with each and every day bestowed unto us per His grace and mercies anew. A potent reminder and rebuke for which I am grateful...thanks, God. Stir my heart to unrelenting fervor for you, Lord. In Jesus' name, amen.
God and His truth are SO inexplicably staggering. Sifting through, gleaning from, and dwelling upon the aforementioned verses leave me in enraptured awe of who He is. Nothing else compares. What an unparalleled privilege to know Him. A privilege I too oft take for granted. Just as the time lapse in knowing someone is correlated with time spent together and consequential affinity, so it is in our relationship with God. We ought to actively strive to deepen our relationship with Christ with each and every day bestowed unto us per His grace and mercies anew. A potent reminder and rebuke for which I am grateful...thanks, God. Stir my heart to unrelenting fervor for you, Lord. In Jesus' name, amen.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Berry-pickin' smitten
Tragically uproarious repercussion of a rustified sense of geography: we moseyed 70 miles to the midpoint of nowhere on utter whim 
to encounter a sweeping idyllic 10-acre hideaway
of organic farm-fresh blueberries,
ripe for Irene's and my pickin' on a summery sun-blazing afternooon!
Sheer elation enveloped us as we unearthed evasive clusters of the tart merry-making berries.
45 minutes tick-tocked into oblivion as we scrambled about the leaf-endowed rows to collect 1 pint of the blueberry crop each. Jeebies. Thank you Jesus for the conventional assembly line of farmers, harvesters, and grocery stores that illustrates the modern consumerism formula. 
So gratifying, though, to attest our berries' hand-plucked origins,
particularly 'cause we procured a delectably fresh not-too-sweet blueberry pie, too.
My blueberry use of choice: bespeckling one of my most favored cereals, Blueberry Special K, doused with soymilk...YUM!
More berry-pickin' snapshots here!
to encounter a sweeping idyllic 10-acre hideaway
of organic farm-fresh blueberries,
ripe for Irene's and my pickin' on a summery sun-blazing afternooon!
Sheer elation enveloped us as we unearthed evasive clusters of the tart merry-making berries.
45 minutes tick-tocked into oblivion as we scrambled about the leaf-endowed rows to collect 1 pint of the blueberry crop each. Jeebies. Thank you Jesus for the conventional assembly line of farmers, harvesters, and grocery stores that illustrates the modern consumerism formula. 
So gratifying, though, to attest our berries' hand-plucked origins,
particularly 'cause we procured a delectably fresh not-too-sweet blueberry pie, too.
My blueberry use of choice: bespeckling one of my most favored cereals, Blueberry Special K, doused with soymilk...YUM!
More berry-pickin' snapshots here!
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