Currently Listening Eye to the Telescope By K.T. Tunstall see related

So I just got back from Chicago last night and it was an awesome time!  We had so much fun.  We got to see some of my friends from when I lived up there.  We also went to the Art Institute, Grant Park, Millenium Park, Magnificent Mile, and a bunch of Frank Lloyd Wright's Houses.  I had so much fun taking pictures and such.  And Wes bought me a bracelet from Tiffany's!  Oh I am the luckiest girl EVER!  Then on Saturday we went to Peoria to see my brother-in-law who is doing an internship at Caterpillar there.  We went and ate pizza with him and then chilled.  He met us for breakfast then next day too.  We were on the road by 10:30 and arrived home at around 7.  Oh I had such a fun time.  One of the best trips I've been on.

Innocence:  It's so many things to so many people.  Some people count innocence as being proven "not guilty" in a court.  Some people count it as being naive.  Some as being sexually pure, others just not having as many partners as "most people" have.  Some believe that innocence should be held onto like a treasure, some believe that it is futile to think that such a thing would ever happen.  When did we get these varied tones of innocence? Shouldn't there be one definition?  Even innocence seems to have its gray areas now. 

Innocence marred:  To some, it's just a  fact of life.  But think of it this way.  A beautiful painting is sitting on its tightly stretched canvas waiting to dry.  It is a masterpiece.  The artist has never created such an intricate, marvelous thing and knows in his heart that to duplicate this beauty would be failure.  Suddenly, the painting becomes unsteady on the easel and cascades towards the ground.  The artist looks on in horror as his perfect creation is scarred by dirt, dust, and the running mileu of paint that has not yet dried.  The painting has been compromised, the beauty lost.  Restoring it would not even lead to the beauty it once held.  Almost all people would see this as a tragedy, yet when they compromise themselves and their innocence, they think nothing of it.  Why would most humankind be more mortified by the scarring of a painting than the scarring of their souls?   

Currently Reading In Her Shoes : A Novel By Jennifer Weiner see related

Have you ever wondered:  How in the world did I get here?  This could be a good or a bad wonder.  I still wonder that every morning when I wake up beside Wes in our house in Nashville.  How did I get so old?  How did I get married?  And why did God bring me back to Nashville(when Germany or somewhere not Nashville was my goal?)  I know that God has brought us all where we are today, but when you trace the steps, sometimes they don't seem so logical to us.  I am just awe-struck by the way I got where I am.  Who knew some geek I met in seventh grade would be my soul-mate?  By the way, I don't think he's geeky anymore.  It just amazes me how God works.  I guess the Romans 8:28 verse I kept repeating to myself while I was almost constantly single or depressed like crazy actually came true.  And I know when times look lonely or just plain bad you repeat that to yourself but somehow, in the back of your mind, you don't believe it.  Or that's what I used to do anyway. Some of ya'll have some more faith, I know.  I guess what I'm trying to say is God will smack you upside the head with greatness when you least expect it.  For instance, Heather was smacked upside the head with Utah, and you know she's gonna do awesome with that.  I was smacked upside the head with the greatest roomie ever about a year ago(love ya Leshie)  who I feel like I can really confide in.  Being smacked upside the head by God with greatness doesn't necessarily have to be a new boyfriend or a job.  He shows us ways we can minister, which is really what it's all about, even though sometimes that part seems little.  Oh well, enough with the ramblings.  Have a wonderful day!

Oh my goodness!  I'm actually making an entry on here.  Never happens anymore.  So now I'm happily married and the world is just terrific.  I have one more day of school(two hours tomorrow) and then who knows what I will be up to?  I don't have to have a job this summer, so I don't know what to do.  A great situation to be in, I think.  I do feel sorry for my wonderful husband, though, who has to leave me asleep every day while he goes off to work for an entire two months.  So far on this first official day of though I have been up for an hour and a half and have bleached the tub, vaccuumed the bathroom, ajaxed the kitchen sink, got myself dressed, and deposited two checks in the bank.  I also have worked on my business a little, which is selling great spa and beauty  products.  You guys should give me suggesstions on what I should do this summer.  I really have no idea, but do not want to waste it.