"i'm hoping not to croak tomorrow on my flight to orlando. i'm super anxious about the whole thing. if i didn't start at 9 a.m. i would totally drive."
That email, from my sister, was waiting in my work email inbox Monday. The funny thing is the night before I'd written a prayer request about going to see my her Thursday and would like to get there alive.
With all the craziness in the world, I've been thinking about dying. I'm ok with thinking about my death. Let me explain before you start scheduling an intervention. As in it crosses my mind and keeps right on going.
I think every minute on this planet is given to me by God. He lets me choose how I'll spend those seconds, minutes, hours, days, with an eventual ending to all of it. (Then the real living starts!) Looking back on my life thus far, I'm hoping I've lived a life of love. Although I certainly have my shortcomings!
Don't get me wrong, I like, nay love, feeling safe. Here's an example. My roomie has a bf. He's a good man. And when he leaves he turns on the alarm and locks the deadbolt. Every once in a while I'll be awake to hear the lock slide into place. I think its the sweetest thing! I see it as his way of doing as much as he can to make sure she's safe and secure for the night. And I'm only getting the aftereffects of it, but even still, its grand!
But life isn't always safe. So today I was wondering if I moved on, would people know that I loved them? As I live this life He's given me have I told you that...
So Thursday after work, I'm going to drive to New Orleans and leave my car. I don't get back until Sunday night around 10pm. I don't like the idea of leaving my car with some strange airport garage in New Orleans, but I'm ridiculously excited about the trip. Louis is going to be on a business trip so it'll be just us girls. I'm so excited I could just die! Get it? Come on, lighten up, that's funny!
That email, from my sister, was waiting in my work email inbox Monday. The funny thing is the night before I'd written a prayer request about going to see my her Thursday and would like to get there alive.
With all the craziness in the world, I've been thinking about dying. I'm ok with thinking about my death. Let me explain before you start scheduling an intervention. As in it crosses my mind and keeps right on going.
I think every minute on this planet is given to me by God. He lets me choose how I'll spend those seconds, minutes, hours, days, with an eventual ending to all of it. (Then the real living starts!) Looking back on my life thus far, I'm hoping I've lived a life of love. Although I certainly have my shortcomings!
Don't get me wrong, I like, nay love, feeling safe. Here's an example. My roomie has a bf. He's a good man. And when he leaves he turns on the alarm and locks the deadbolt. Every once in a while I'll be awake to hear the lock slide into place. I think its the sweetest thing! I see it as his way of doing as much as he can to make sure she's safe and secure for the night. And I'm only getting the aftereffects of it, but even still, its grand!
But life isn't always safe. So today I was wondering if I moved on, would people know that I loved them? As I live this life He's given me have I told you that...
I couldn't have picked better parents to raise me to know and love Him?
You make me laugh with and at you?
You make my heart beat faster and some of my most cherished memories have you in them?
Your fashion sense is ahead of its time?
I'm thrilled God picked me as your sister?
Even if we don't talk for weeks and reschedule coffee constantly, we're still friends?
You're my favorite redhead?
The wise counsel you give me ranks right up there with my Dad's?
You were my first friend in Baton Rouge?
You listening to me whine and moan about life means so much?
You're the smartest guy I know at work?
You make me so proud for defending my freedom?
Letting me help you pick your reception pics was delightful?
Your heart for missions and serving others encourages less selfishness in me?
I love talking about "bangers and mash" and "uni" with you?
You make me laugh with and at you?
You make my heart beat faster and some of my most cherished memories have you in them?
Your fashion sense is ahead of its time?
I'm thrilled God picked me as your sister?
Even if we don't talk for weeks and reschedule coffee constantly, we're still friends?
You're my favorite redhead?
The wise counsel you give me ranks right up there with my Dad's?
You were my first friend in Baton Rouge?
You listening to me whine and moan about life means so much?
You're the smartest guy I know at work?
You make me so proud for defending my freedom?
Letting me help you pick your reception pics was delightful?
Your heart for missions and serving others encourages less selfishness in me?
I love talking about "bangers and mash" and "uni" with you?
So Thursday after work, I'm going to drive to New Orleans and leave my car. I don't get back until Sunday night around 10pm. I don't like the idea of leaving my car with some strange airport garage in New Orleans, but I'm ridiculously excited about the trip. Louis is going to be on a business trip so it'll be just us girls. I'm so excited I could just die! Get it? Come on, lighten up, that's funny!
3 comments:
hey hot mama.. ok so those questions.. i knew every person that matched the question.. dang, i am that good.. or should i say.. i know you way to well.. and i will be praying for your trip!
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