Things Will Take Time

I’m always super late at discovering music. Not that I have the hippest taste, but still, I’m late. I bought Rebecca St. James’ latest album when it came out back in, you know, 2011, and I’ve only just started really listening to it.

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My favorite song on the album is called You Make Everything Beautiful. The lyrics below describe how I’m feeling lately:

Grant me serenity, Lord, and patience
For things will take time
Grant me freedom to walk a new path
And let me feel Your love
In my weakness You can shine
In Your strength I can fly

When I Grow Up

What I wanted to be when I grew up (side note: still don’t know when that actually happens):

  • Actor — I’ve always been a bit dramatic. And that’s an understatement.
  • Writer — Writing exclusively on a typewriter, preferably next to a fireplace, of course.
  • Singer — And sometimes dancer, if necessary.

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What I definitely never wanted to be:

  • Banker — I hate money.
  • Basketball Player — I hate basketball more than money. Sorry, Dad.
  • Missionary — They’re pretty weird.

What God wants me to be:

  • Missionary

He obviously has a sense of humor.

Yard Sale

I did hard things today. One: I woke up super early on a Saturday. Two: I made a final resolution to part with about half of our material possessions (which is really a quarter, since we halved it the first time we spent an extended period of time in San Francisco). Three: I bargained with the people of South Florida (this was obviously the most harrowing.)

Even though I’m tired, a little sad and slightly sunburned, I’m satisfied. Happy weekend, friends! Tomorrow I shall rest.

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