Sat, Nov. 2
... I love this place!
Right now, the church is going through a series of sermons that outline our missions statement, and talk about various parts of it--the sign outside the church says, "I love this place: A place where..." and then every week they fill in the blank. A place where people matter. A place where worship matters. A place where serving matters. A place where kids are loved.
The older I get, the more I realize how much I love that place. I've said many, many times that it's not perfect, and I'm not deluded into thinking that it is, but it's home. That place is my family, in some ways more than my real family--in some ways, it completes my real family. I don't know how to describe it... it's just home.
I've been there my whole life; there are people at that church who have known me since well before I was born. There's something kind of freeing about the fact that they saw you as a four-year-old. Sometimes, it's hard to grow up that way, but that's why there are always new people coming into the church. It helps to strike a balance between the safety of the old and the new perspective of the new.
I've been having an "I love my church" week... I don't know why; I just have been. It's been one of those weeks where I've just been so thankful for them, and I don't have any specific reason to be; I just am. I love them, and I know that I'm loved and appreciated there.
Oh, and the pictures from the carnival turned out really well. They're so cute! The pictures of my tattoo on the same roll didn't turn out as well, though. It was too close, and my camera doesn't have a good enough zoom to get a good shot. I was hoping to post a picture of it, but I guess not today.
I need to get back to writing, anyways. Enough procrastination on here. Writing in a notebook really reduces the distractions by the internet, msn, word counts, all that fun stuff. It's not too bad, actually. I'm still excited to get my laptop, though. I won't have internet on there, especially when I'm writing in a coffee shop or something, so that'll minimize distractions, too.
If only I could be this organized when it comes to my papers, hey? :o)
One year ago today: Kathy was telling me a while ago that during the few days when we're most fertile, girls instinctively wear the tightest clothes. It's like an automatic biological reaction--that's when the maternal instinct kicks in, and we know we need to find a man, quick, so that's when we dress to attract, subconsciously. And then, of course, a few days later, we're dressed in the baggiest clothes we can find because we're bloated, cramping, retaining water, and overall not attractive.
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posted at 6:05 p.m.
