Sunday, March 30

taking a break

i'm taking a break from writing my paper. it's been a struggle to get this one written. not that i'm not interested in the topic, i'm just having a hard time finding conclusive evidence. i'm writing about the historical evidence for the ten plagues. it is for my history class, so i'm trying to make it scholarly and not just a Christian's perspective. i can't very well write my paper "i believe that the Bible is true, so i believe that they happened. The end" i probably wouldn't get a good grade. but i'm having a hard time finding sources that mention the plagues more than just a sentence here and there. but, i'll just keep trucking on. i have three pages written so far, and my first installment only has to be 4-5, so i'm almost there. (first installment, i have to write a review of my sources, second installment is the actual research paper. wahoo!)

i laugh at myself lately, when i'm checking my favorite people's blogs and there isn't anything new, and yet i hardly ever post anything on my blog. i feel like no one really finds me interesting, and nothing interesting really happens in our lives. we got our console table friday and mat built it yesterday; it look really great in our entry way. i worked almost a 50 hour week last week. we were busy with end of month stuff, so i offered to work longer hours. i don't mind the overtime one bit, there is just stuff around here i'd like to get done (and homework i should be doing) but my paycheck will be nice. i bought a couple new house plants yesterday, one is a palm tree to replace the one from our honeymoon i killed....that's right, i killed our love fern. but this one is much bigger, so hopefully it'll have a better chance. our house is amazing, we love it so much. and we have a washer and dryer in our basement which is, in my opinion, one of the bestest things about our new house. forget the investment (blah blah) and the equity (blah blah) and the garage and no more three flights of stairs..... we can do laundry in our own basement whenever we want. i can leave our towels in the dryer overnight, or for longer than ten minutes after the cycle is done, and no one steals them. it's truly amazing. (i'm easily amused, i just love them!!)

see, i just feel like a boring person. just the daily stuff that's not very interesting, but it's good for me to get some feelings out. to feel like my voice is being heard. to feel like someone is mildy amused at my mundane life. don't get me wrong, i love my life and the busy-ness it is, the choices i've made to make it what it is and what i'm working for it to be; i just feel like it is the same thing, different day kind of thing. but, i guess life is what you make it. i feel stagnant a little bit too; i feel like i'm busy with work and school and unpacking and settling in, but i haven't carved out the time for God in a l-o-n-g time. other than sundays, i'm not learning anything from God, i'm not being challenged by his word and his desire for me. that's something else i need to work on. make my life more God centered, rather than just busy. that'll be my challenge this week. let's see how i do.

Sunday, March 23

new lookie

i need a new template, something more fun. anyone have any suggestions?


you all know how much i love song lyrics to explain how i'm feeling and to set the tone for life lately. i finally remembered to bring my ipod to work on friday (yup, i can listen to my ipod at work.....awesome) this was one of the first cd's i decided to listen to, the robbie seay band, and this was one of the first songs i heard. i thought it fitting, being on good friday and all. i just love the lyrics and the images they bring to mind. and, most importantly, what they mean for us this easter weekend. enjoy.

Go on up to the mountain of mercy
To the crimson perpetual tide
Kneel down on the shore
Be thirsty no more
Go under and be purified

Follow Christ to the holy mountain
Sinner sorry and wrecked by the fall
Cleanse your heart and your soul
In the fountain that flows
For you and for me and for all

At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree
On that beautiful, scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful, scandalous night

On the hillside, you will be delivered
At the foot of the cross justified
And your spirit restored
By the river that pours
From our blessed Savior's side