“Jesus does not say, ‘Come to me, all you who have learned how to concentrate in prayer, whose minds no longer wander, and I will give you rest.’
No, Jesus opens his arms to his needy children and says, ‘Come to me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.’
The criteria for coming to Jesus is messiness. Come overwhelmed with life. Come with your wandering mind. Come messy.”—Paul Miller, A Praying Life (Colorado Springs, CO: NavPress 2009), 31-32
Thought that was pretty affirming.
-It was brought to my attention while watching Jeopardy the other day that Haley Joel Osment, that little baby boy from The Sixth Sense is...TWENTY YEARS OLD!!! Say what?
-There is a lady at my gym, she's older, maybe mid to late thirties, not an old lady, but still, just a little older than most of us who go here (well, other than the really old people, there's a LOT of those) Anyway, this particular lady is skinny enough, but she doesn't have one of those bodies to die for. And she always wears spandex capris, like a lot of us do, and one of those work out tank tops that I personally don't wear, but it's slightly more appropriate than the girls who just wear a sports bra...and she wears lacy Victoria's Secret boy short panties. On the outside of of her spandex pants. Huh? I seriously don't get it. But whenever she walks by, I can't keep my eyes off of her! And no one else even seems to notice!
-I don't understand how people get amazing deals on ebay. Any time I look at anything, it's either the same price as in a store, plus shipping, or it's more! More? Yes, more!
-Nick and I are tightening up our budget a little, and now I'm like, craving spending money. It's almost like now that I've sort of got my WW points under control, I need something else to splurge on. I just rack (?I have no idea how to spell that) my brain trying to think of something to buy. I'm so stupid.
-Duggars, anyone? I have recently decided that if Baby #4 is a girl, I might skip Beth Ann all together and go with Joy Anna. Isn't that pretty? Joy Anna June Engelbrecht.
-No, I'm not already pregnant, I promise.