Tagged A to Z

A. Attached or single? still single
B. Best friend? sarah-marie welch
C. Cake or pie? pie, definitely
D. Day of choice? Sunday
E. Essential item? chapstick
F. Favorite color? blue (pretty much any shade)
G. Gummy bears or worms? worms
H. Home town? Marion, IN
I. Favorite indulgence? Sweet Tea from Macdonalds
J. January or July? July - I hate bein cold
K. Kids? not yet
M. Marriage date? TBD
N. Number of brothers and sisters? 3 brother and 3 sisters. we're a lot!
O. Oranges or Apples? Apples
P. Phobias? drowning and being alone
Q. Quotes? "hope does not disappoint
R. Reasons to smile? grace, family, friends, a sunrise
S. Season of choice? Fall
T. Tag 5 people: if you're reading this, consider yourself.....TAGGED!!!
U. Unknown fact about me? i cannot whistle
V. Vegetable? asparagus......and yes i know about the smell
W. Worst Habit? the doormat syndrome
X. Xray or ultrasound? i can't wait to get an ultrasound and see a baby in there!
Y. Your favorite food? chips & salsa
Z. Zodiac sign? it switches tauras/gemini

Manna

"So the Lord will spell out his message for them again, repeating it over and over, a line at a time, in very simple words. Yet they will stumble over this simple straightforward message."

(Is. 28:13)

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"Manna is a simple reminder of God's love,

a daily wooing of our hearts.

Manna is obvious if we let it be.

Like a lover who places love notes in the open,

only to see his beloved too preoccupied to notice,

God places manna in obvious places."
(The Allure of Hope by Jan Meyer)

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This was the manna that was left for me this morning.

Just what I needed.

Blog Tagged

I've been blog tagged by Sara Thompson. Here it goes...

1. I can't whistle. I can do something that resembles whisting in which I suck air in instead of blowing it out, but that means I can't whistle a song because I'm constantly having to breath. It's sad, really. I never learned correctly when I was smaller, but I will master it! Even if it takes me the rest of my life. And when I do master it, I will call all my closest friends and whistle the Hallelujah Chorus in two part harmony! :)

2. I must have been doing something else when I was younger while all the other kids were learning all these lifelong skills, but along with not being able to whistle I am also unable to do a cartwheel. It's embarassing, really. I've tried to learn, but this is one thing I'm okay with never being able to do. My cartwheel consists of me bending over at the waste, placing both hands flat on the ground, and then hopping off of both feet about 2 inches in the air. It's sad, but terribly funny if you're watching.

3. I birdwatch. I know. I know. I'm not retired. I'm not a Baby Boomer. I just love birds. I think I learned to love it from going over to my grandparents' house. They had this huge feeding station set up in their backyard, with a huge picture window in the living room where we used to sit and watch them for hours. I would watch each one fly in to eat and ask my grandma what kind it was. She would tell me and then I would look it up in the Field Guide and find out all about it. I don't have many memories with my grandparents which is why I cling to this one. I even asked for binoculars for my 16th birthday, if that tells you anything.

4. I hate shoes. I would go barefoot all the time, if that was sanitary or socially acceptable. I'm sure there are parts of the world and the country where it is at least socially acceptable, but I don't live there. So - I wear shoes.

5. My mind is a steel trap. Anyone that knows me knows that's true. It doesn't matter what it is; movie quotes, song lyrics, conversations, dates. I remember it all. It's not exactly photographic or anything, but it's a steel trap for sure. It's normally a good thing, but on occasion the constant replay in my head is anything but healthy!

6. I have a strange, but completely normal, fascination with Native American Indians. I don't know where it came from. It started when I was in middle school where I would spend my lunch period every day in the library, reading everything I could get my hands on that had to do with Native Americans. If I could go back in time to live during any time period, it would be during a time when Native Americans still inhabited this country and before the white man came in and stole their land and gave them small pox and alcohol. Bunch of jerks!

Seriously???

I wouldn't consider myself an uptight person, although I would classify myself as somewhat anal-retentive, especially when it comes to cleanliness. My apartment is not completely sterile and I leave dishes in my sink on occasion, but I cannot tolerate filth. Now while I recognize this overflowing trashcan is technically not "filth", it absolutley drives me crazy. It is obvious to me that the trashcan shown above is F-U-L-L. I see it plain as day. It needs to be emptied. I would even go as far to say that it would take less effort to empty it than it would to strategically hold the lid up, press the garbage down, trying to get one more piece to fit.

Am I alone in this?

Does anyone else not see the very obvious fact that

the trashcan is full?

Are people blind or just that lazy?

Either way, it drives me crazy.

Whatever that's worth!

How Much Is Too Much?

I'm not a quitter. I'm not.

I don't just walk away from something unfinished.

I don't give up on things.

And I don't write people off, no matter what.

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I guess you could say I'm a faithful person.

I think my friends would call me loyal.

They can count on me.

They can trust me.

They know that I'm always there.

But I have recently begun to question this about myself.

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Can you believe in someone too much?

Is there a point where you just give up and walk away?

When do you convince yourself that things are never going to change?

And at what point do you look like an idiot for still having faith?

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This is where I find myself today.