::: ELEVENSIES :::

Spring Break Eleven!!!

((woot woot halla halla))

:::Top Eleven Moments/Things/Pieces of Pie of this Week:::

1. Dentist Appointment/Teeth Cleaning

2. Two Rounds of Lemon Merengue Pie-age

3. The beach.

(('Nuff said except that I went twice, once with the Toblerone and my lovely mom and the other time with one of my favorite conversationalists/frigid water enthusiasts))

4. Insanely competitive Easter egg hunt ((I bear bruises))

5. Easter celebration with my church family, real family and extended family

5 1/2. HARDCORE PING PONG/FOOZ games

6.HUME LAKE WITH MY DADDY

6 1/2. driving in the convertible in the mountains

6 3/4. listening to the Beatles

6 4/5. learning more about the Lord's love and grace for me

6 7/8. eating in the snack shack even though it was closed

((HOOKUPS))

6 9/10. talking about boys/relationships

6 56/58. encouraging conversations

7. Movie Nights with the Dadster

((King's Speech, Megamind, A-Team)) 

8. Thrift Store shopping with my daddy 

((favorite item??? tie between this epic urban outfitters cardi/sweater thang and a meshy bag that 

I snagged right before I paid))

9. Cafe Rio. Mostly the tortilla lady there. Shoot my goodness that food is amazing! 

10. late night McDonalds run with my sister

11. schleepa schleepa sleep sleep

Halla Halla Hallelujah

Because this picture brings me joy...

just like Easter brings me joy.

Except that Easter brings me so much more joy

because I desperately love and am loved by

a Jesus who died and then came back to life.

Hallelujah. 

((oh so joyfully redeemed))

Cinema-tee

Because it's a snatch breathtaking.

And if I could wear a video t-shirt tomorrow,

((just in case someone invents that while I'm schleeping))

this would be the one I would wear. 

I really enjoy Yo-Yo Ma's music, mostly because he once starred in an episode of Arthur and I was really fascinated by the fact that he was a real person but a cartoon at the same time.

bah.

But he is also an incredibly graceful and beautiful musician. 

...And wonderful to listen to while Rubix cubing...

((:))

((happy on all sides is this one))

Happy as the Sun(flower)

Rubix Cube-->DONE

Obsession achieved.

Multiple views to show authenticity.

((happay happay happaaaaaay))

p.s. God is still very much working on my Rubix Cube Heart

It's going to take a while. 

Rubix Cube Heart

As of yesterday I have become completely obsessed with one thing.

Solving a Rubix Cube. 

Oh my goodness, these things are so stinkin' addictive!!

My hands feel naked now if I don't have a cube in them. 

Last night was a really hard night. 

I felt overwhelmed and discouraged and anxious. 

I've been wrestling with and truly rocked by some deep habits of my heart and life. 

There are so many things that I am seeing that require much change. 

BLEH!!!

Last night was just a time of feeling through so much that was deep down as a result of frustrations with this big fat process. 

I knew as I was attempting to fall asleep that I was going to have a dream about a Rubix Cube.

I just knew it. 

The falling asleep thing was really tough because my mind and heart seemed to be racing each other to see which could drive me crazier... 

So as a po danking result I had a Rubix Cube Heart dream.

I quite literally dreamt that each thing I am struggling with and pushing

 into, each emotion that I was feeling existed as a different color on the cube. 

The cube was SO MESHED up. 

Reds were awfully mixed in with blues and
yellows and oranges and...you get the picture.

My dream self tried fumbling with it, putting it all back together. 

But I couldn't do it.

((apparently my dream self can't solve the cube yet either))

In my dream, I remember just letting go. 

I knew it wasn't something I could figure out or put back the way it was supposed to.

The dream didn't resolve itself but I'm pretty sure there's only one mastermind of this cube.

I think only the creator of my rubix cube heart can make it right. 

I love my Jesus and my Father in heaven who has some RAD rubix cubing skills.

I'm humbly praying that he will be able to make something beautiful out of it.

((no longer puzzled is this crazy heart))

Blessed

"Blessed"
Brett Dennen


I welcome the sun
 the clouds and the rain

the wind that sweeps the sky clean

and lets the sun shine again.

this is the most magnificent life has ever been.

here is heaven and earth

and the brilliant sky in between.

blessed is this life, oh

and i'm gonna celebrate being alive

blessed is this life, oh

and i'm gonna celebrate being alive

Grace & Wite-Out

I had a friend in fifth grade named Kim. 

She always always ALWAYS used wite-out 

((hello perfectionistic 11 year old!!!))

It looked like this

I stuck to pencils around that time of my life due to my passionate 

love for a perfectly sharpened writing utensil.

But I harbored hidden jealousies for Kim's wite-out...

Flash forward to my college shopping adventures last August...at the top of my list was 

WITE-OUT!!

And let me tell you I have been using and OVERUSING stuff. I got one just like Kim's, the rolly kind and I have made a few mistakes on purpose just so I could white them out and and rewrite the same thing...such is the life of a wite-out fanatic. 

I feel like wite-out is most often reflective of the human kind of grace...

I am willing to "white out" the faults or sins of my fellow people when they sin against me...

but I do not forget this hurt. 

((HELLO white out is SO obvious when used, it practically SCREAMS that it is hiding a fault)).

That's so GROSS!!

I am so DEEPLY grateful that God's grace is SO MUCH GREATER!!

Christ is in no way like wite-out...

He rips up the paper that has been tarnished by mistake, by sins of the flesh and mind

and gives me a fresh one. 

Here's to starting over and forgiving like CRAZY!!

((a fresh start for this sinful girl is indeed welcomed!!!!))

Because the Day Smells Good

All things that love the sun are out of doors;

The sky rejoices in the morning's birth;

The grass is bright with rain-drops; on the moors

The hare is running races in her mirth;

And with her feet she from the plashy earth

Raises a mist; that, glittering in the sun, 

Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.

From "Resolution and Independence"

By William Wordsworth

Theme Songs

The songs that have been in my head this day 

are beautiful and lovely and giddy. 

Sometimes musical words are better at communicating ideas than naked words.

Sometime musical words make the naked words come out. 

I like musical words. 

"Beautiful Things"

Gungor

"Love"

Matt White

"Down on the Corner"

Creedence Clearwater Revival 

Giddy Dreamer

Dream by Priscilla Ahn

I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.

Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree.
I had a dream.
This is only part of the song, but I feel like it's the only part of my life that has been sung so far. 

Dreamin' about what's next...

((giddy with anticipation for what God has for his little girl))

BeautiFULLY

The theme of beauty has been a hidden theme this week. 

Phil Wickham's song "Beautiful" was on my heart from worship this Sunday

and my senses have been overwhelmed by the sensational weather that has encompassed these past days.

Today, I had a class session with Dr. Reynolds on Anna Karenina. 

We talked a lot about author Leo Tolstoy's notions of beauty and the body. 

Reynolds asked several members of our group what they thought of themselves, what they think that others think when they see them passing by. 

It was interesting to hear their responses, and think of what I myself would say.

Words like "generic" and "short/tall" and "plain" were thrown around. 

As I listened to him remind us that we have been created in the image of God, both in 

SOUL and BODY, 

I realized something...

My notions of beauty are a snatch off. Like a mega snatch. 

In my tendency to be optomistic , I have always justified the parts of me that I don't believe to be beautiful by focusing on the parts that I think contain beauty.

I even do this with other people, categorizing certain people as being more or less beautiful than others. 

I feel like such a tool. 

Reynolds went on to say that even if someone was the all out UGLIEST member of the human race, the angel Gabriel would still look at this being in absolute wonder. 

We are all made in the image of one so incredibly beautiful. 

The people I look at are all incredibly amazingly breathtakingly beautiful. 

Both inside and outside.

That means that all of myself is beautiful. Fully. 

Beautifully. 

Day o' the Theme Songs

"The Girl"

City and Colour

"Danny's Song"

Kenny Loggins

"Just Friends"

Jason Reeves

And pretty much anything by Ingrid Michaelson. 

Lighthouse Cravings

Lighthouses are so beautiful and powerful and safe.

There is so much strength in beacon of light protecting life in the scary open dark sea.

Today I am really craving a visit to a lighthouse.

I want to live in a lighthouse someday:)