Yall,

I recently discovered that I am Grade A at wasting time and procrastinating. I follow another blog and explore every part of it I can. Different words within each article are hyperlinks to another website or blog. Yesterday I fell in love with a hyperlink. If I could like Garden & Gun, I WOULD. This magazine is trendy mixed with old south. It basically is everything I love in a magazine. Just thought I'd share my new favorite way to waste time. It's the BOMB.

Chan Luu. WHATTTT.

http://www.chanluu.com/default.htm

If I could "like" these bracelets I would. Chan Luu wrap bracelets and other jewelry are a favorite of mine lately. BUT, they are so darn expensive. I will admit to owning one. But here is the thing, I've decided that I want one in a different color. It would be outrageous to purchase another one so I have taken it upon myself to learn how to make them on my own. I will be able to personalize them and make them unique. One of my good friends Kate Miller brought it to my attention tonight that I have a lot of great "crafty" ideas but I haven't actually carried out a single one of them. Well here it is Kate, you may cut off my supply of coffee, animal crackers, and chic fil a if I do not finish this bracelet. I WILL FINISH THIS BRACELET.

That's all.

can't stop listening to this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HFH_Ven_Iw

YAY! Well, as of now I only have a few followers so I feel like I'm just talking to myself. So, Self, I'm super excited to start this blog and share things I love about life. I want to be known. I wan't people to see my life as it is. The biggest thing I'm liking today is the fact that I am saved by an amazing Savior. He has blessed me with an amazing community and I "like" it.

That's all.

2 Corinthians 2:16-17

"To one a fragrance from death to death, to the other a fragrance from life to life, Who is sufficient for these things? For we are not, like so many, peddlers of God's word, but as men of sincerity, as comissioned by God, in the sight of God we speak in Christ."

Believing the Gospel

Believing the Gospel is slowly proving itself to be the most challenging and beautiful part of my life. The minute I begin to think that I understand Christ's love and sufficiency for me I am knocked off of my rocker by something new. His love is infinite and that is overwhelming. Christ's love and grace stretches infinitely and if I allow it, it is enough. Sometimes I wonder why I do not feel full in Christ. It is not because of him. It is me putting up walls around my vulnerability to allow him to satisfy me. Vulnerability is a funny thing. For a while I thought I wasn't afraid of it. I was lying to myself. I realized that I allow myself to be vulnerable in the situations that I am comfortable with being vulnerable in. I run from the vulnerability of my deepest issues. That if I reveal them to someone they will be ashamed or displeased with me. I am coming to terms with the fact that we are all this way. There is beauty in community. We are all sinners struggling with something. We should find hope and rest in each other and most importantly in Christ. 

"Babes in Christ."-1 Corinthians 3:1

Are you mourning, believer, because you are so weak in the divine life: because your faith is so little, your love so feeble? Cheer up, for you have cause for gratitude. Remember that in some things you are equal to the greatest and most full-grown Christian. You are as much bought with blood as he is. You are as much an adopted child of God as any other believer. An infant is as truly a child of its parents as is the full-grown man. You are as completely justified, for your justification is not a thing of degrees: your little faith has made you clean every whit. You have as much right to the precious things of the covenant as the most advanced believers, for your right to covenant mercies lies not in your growth, but in the covenant itself; and your faith in Jesus is not the measure, but the token of your inheritance in Him. You are as rich as the richest, if not in enjoyment, yet in real possession. The smallest star that gleams is set in heaven; the faintest ray of light !
 has affinity with the great orb of day. In the family register of glory the small and the great are written with the same pen. You are as dear to your Father's heart as the greatest in the family. Jesus is very tender over you. You are like the smoking flax; a rougher spirit would say, "put out that smoking flax, it fills the room with an offensive odour!" but the smoking flax He will not quench. You are like a bruised reed; and any less tender hand than that of the Chief Musician would tread upon you or throw you away, but He will never break the bruised reed. Instead of being downcast by reason of what you are, you should triumph in Christ. Am I but little in Israel? Yet in Christ I am made to sit in heavenly places. Am I poor in faith? Still in Jesus I am heir of all things. Though "less than nothing I can boast, and vanity confess." yet, if the root of the matter be in me I will rejoice in the Lord, and glory in the God of my salvation. C.H. Spurgeon