If life were a movie...

If life were a movie I would be the girl living in a really nice penthouse somewhere in New York, with a really cool job, really cool car, no wait, really cute stilleto heels because no one drives in New York. Duh! Oh, and I would have really cool powers. Like reading minds or something. And, I would have a crystal ball in my room that made all my problems dissapear. And I would always feel safe because spider man would be my next door neighbor. Life would be perfect if only it was a make believe, fantasy script that had magic crystal balls that made all problems vanish with a quick command. But it isn't. Life doesn't have rewind or pause buttons that allow us to control every minute of our existence. It is filled with unexpected circumstances that either make us want to run and hide or do the hammer dance on top of a table [can't touch this...tu nu nu nu!]. This world we call home is one where hearts get broken, people go hungry, murder is prevalent, people loose they're jobs, gas prices suck and  people cheat on their taxes. Annie was right, it's a hard knock life. That red hair of hers was full of wisdom.

But before you guys think I'm some pessimistic girl who needs anti depressants and hates the world. That's not the case. Except for that one time when I was stuck in traffic for almost 2 hours, oh and that one time when my heel broke. Where's that crystal ball when you need it! In a world cursed with sin, however, there is still hope. There is a light at the end of the tunnel for those who trust in the Most High. As Christians, we live and are part of a culture and society that is infested with sin. It is no wonder Jesus told his disciples to live a life that was holy and set apart from a sacrilegious culture. We have a nemesis who hates us and one who lives and breathes to steal our joy while were still in this world.  Life may not be a movie, but we do know that this life has a happy ending for those who have trusted in Jesus. We will see Jesus one day and there will be no more broken heels or getting cut off on the freeway. Whoop whoop! [can't touch this...tu nu nu nu!]

Jesus told his disciples, "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33 We cannot escape our troubles. We will experience hardships in life. But, the troubles we endure now are nothing more than temporary. The script has been written and the ending has been foreshadowed. Death was conquered on the cross by the most merciful and courageous Character who ever lived, thee main Character who made a spectacle of himself and did a heck of a performance. Our sins have been thrown to the depths of the see and there is hope of heaven after this life is over. The props? A cross, three nails, and a crown of thorns. The director? The Father. The producer? The Holy Spirit. The audience? Us.

While cruising through life, we may cringe and moan when it slaps us in the face but we have hope in that glorious day when all our troubles will be swept away. If there's hammer pants in heaven, I'm wearing some. Hamma time!  

Happy Thursday! :)

The little things...

What if Thanksgiving was everyday? Just take out the turkey and the mash potatoes. And if your me, the depression that follows gaining weight after my third plate.  On that day, that national holiday, we gather around the dinner table and give thanks for the many things the Lord has blessed us with. Our families, our friends, our jobs, our churches, our homes. But what if everyday, every second, every hour, every minute of our day was filled with thanksgiving for the small things that get us through our day. Today I am thankful for..

- The snooze button on my alarm clock. Those extra 10 minutes of sleep are heaven.
- My 1991 Honda. Even though it's missing a hubcap and still bumps an a-track it gets me where I need to be.
- Hairspray and scrunchy. After waking up 15 minutes before having to leave to school, they saved me from having a bad hair day.
- I was early to class. Which is HUGE when I'm usually always the last one in.
- The blueberry muffin I'm having as I write this. I love muffins. Alot.
- My flip flops. I like my feet to have ventilation.
- The guy who let me have his parking spot this morning  at school, even though he clearly got there first. I kinda wanted to ask him to marry me.

It's the little things that matter. While giving thanks for the big things in our life is great and expected, it's the little things the Lord puts in our way that we should also be thankful for. Like flip flops and and hairspray. We all have things to be thankful for. It is God who grants us each day to live, to love, to learn, and to give thanks. What are you thankful for today?

"Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Jesus Christ." 1 Thessalonians 5:18

Happy Tuesday!

Making the first move...

"You should just tell him how you feel." she wrote to me as we chatted. "TELL-HIM-HOW-I-FEEL!?!?" I questioned weather or not my friend had gone mad. And she had. The thought of me, possibly putting myself up to complete vulnerability by confessing what I try so well to keep inside sounded like complete crazy talk. The last time I so boldly confessed my undeniable affection to a guy was in the fourth grade in Mrs.Sing's class. His name was Daniel and I thought I was going to marry him because he had cute dimples and shiny hair. I didn't tell him in person though, oh no, I did what every cool 9 year old would do in this situation. I wrote the kid a letter  saying how I liked him. I wanted to ask what conditioner he used but thought it was too weird.  And, it was in cursive, so he could know I was classy. Needless to say, my tactic didn't work. A week later he told me he had thrown the letter away and that he didn't like me. I wanted to tell on him.

Anyways, I got over my 9 year old minor heartbreak, and now that I'm older I'm not that brave. Okay, I'm a total chicken. If you ask me, a girl telling a guy she likes him is like wearing a Chanel gown with combat boots. To a pool party. I personally don't get it.. I told one of my friends this the other day and she reminded me we're living in the 21st century and that its normal for girls to tell a guy she likes him. I died. Then I ranted on questions like "What if I faint when telling him I like him from hyperventilating?" and "What if he doesn't like me back? and What if when I tell him I like him he never wants to talk to me again because he hates me!!??" She said I was exaggerating. I think its being cautious. Whatever.  I do my best not to even show a guy when I'm interested in him, that I'm interested in him because I'm honestly too afraid of rejection. And I've come to the conclusion that I'm allergic to it. I clearly remember breaking out in hives after Daniel told me he didn't like me back. I'm complicated I know. I'm working on all this I promise. Well Jesus is.

What do you think? Is it okay for a girl to make the first move? And ladies, if you have any funny stories like mine, by all means, sharing is caring! haha

Goodnight ya'll! :)