the truck

Our moving service woke us up at 6:40 AM to tell us they are on there way to drop off our trailer and they would be coming now. Apparently 'now' really means whenever they feel like it seeing that it has almost been an hour and no trailer.

Too much to do today. I think I'll just stay in bed...

Jessi

I'm going to miss this little girl. A lot.

Tonight I said good-bye to my bestest friend in the whole world.
It didn't hit me until right now, that I might not see her again.
For over 2 years, I've been her therapist, her babysitter, her friend, her mom, her daughter, her grandma, her cat, her dog, her diego, and the list goes on.
She's been my first (and last) play therapy child, my flower girl, my sunshine, my laughter, my (happy) tears, my hugs, my kisses, my friend, and my inspiration.
I love this little girl and she will always been in my thoughts and prayers.

Ella

I love my cat. I hope she survives the 24 hour drive west and the transition to a new house. We took her over to my mom's house last night and that seemed pretty traumatic for her. We'll see!

Almost

TJ and I are moving to Washington in 4 days. We've talked about moving to Washington for over a year. It's one of those things that always seemed so far off. And now, our bags are packed, we're ready to go....I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again .... (Seriously, I get that song stuck in my head everytime I mention moving).

Now it's just a matter of tying up some loose ends and waiting for the moving truck to arrive. Not to mention watching the World Series with my mom and eating all of her food since we have none and I 'accidently' packed up all the pots and pans early last week.... =)

I know it will be hard to leave. I will miss my family, my church family, my close friends, the cheese curds, Sunday football in Hudson... and the list goes on..

But, I have confidence and peace that God will deepen our relationship with Him through this experience, and ultimately, that's really all that matters.

Alright Alright

If only I lived in Highland Village, TX. I would be a member of this church. Without a doubt.

TJ found the Village Podcast a few weeks ago and at first, I was a little sceptical. Especially after checking out the website. My first thoughts were, 'Oh great, this is some ginormous mega church that feeds their congregation cotton candy gospel and preaches a sermon every other week about giving generously....'

Then I listened to the sermons.

The leaders God has placed in this church get it. They really do. They understand knowing God, being known by him, the depravity of human nature, the undeniable need for a Savior, all of the passion and depth to knowing Him, what it means to walk in the Spirit and not of the flesh, the importance of prayer, being obedient to Christ, and they're not afraid to preach it. It's not just something they're regurgitating but Christ is present and speaks through these leaders.

So if you're looking for a little supplement to your walk with God, check out the Village Church podcast. It's so encouraging to hear people who are truly passionate for God speak with such truth, insight, and wisdom that can only be given by Him.

A Week of Freedom

So it's been a little while since I've written. In fact the past couple of weeks I've debated whether or not I should just get rid of my blog. Even though sometime I'm sure that day will come, I don't think it's now.

Yesterday was the first time I was on the computer for a week. I decided to fast from all things computer and it was amazing how God used that. First day off the computer I had dinner ready,eaten, and dishes washed by 6:3o. Seriously never happens. It also forced me to work on things that normally I could put off forever if I could ... sorting socks for example. I found that it was easier to focus my thoughts on things above rather than useless t.v. shows ... high school musical in this case.

Beside that though, I knew I needed to break my dependency and hopefully with the help of God, learn some self control.

weird

Today at work, someone told me I was weird. That wasn't the first time in my life, and I'm sure it won't be the last.

When I was 15 and only after a couple of months of working at McDonald's, I was called a dork. Her name was Bailey and she was always so nice to me. I don't remember the exact action or words that prompted her to call me that, but I remember being slightly shocked and a little hurt. But all I could say was, "I know."

But today, when Jerad called me weird, I wasn't hurt. I was a little startled by his abruptness. Being that I work at a power company, I get quite a few calls from people complaining about their high bills, and most of the time it is due to high consumption and slightly increased rates. I was talking to him about how power is a convenience and people have lived thousands of years without it, and if we really can't afford electricity, then we shouldn't use it. I then voiced how I would love to live a life not dependent of electricity and convenience things.

And that's when he said it. "You're weird." He could have said, "I don't think I would do that", or "Wow, that's crazy" or even a simple "oh." But instead he had to personally address me and who I am.

And you know what I said when he called me weird? I said, "I know." Same response that I gave 7 years ago. but this time, I really meant it. I am weird. I hope I'm weird. I don't want to have the same ambitions and goals in life that other people do. I pray that God can continue to work in my life so that when I meet people, they realize that I'm a little odd.

That's all.