A Quality of Life

Today I was reading My Antonia and found this passage:

"There was a basic harmony between Antonia and her mistress. They had strong, independent natures, both of them. They knew what they liked, and were not always trying to imitate other people. They loved children and animals and music, and rough play and digging in the earth. They liked to prepare rich, hearty food and to see people eat it; to make up soft white beds and to see youngsters asleep in them. They ridiculed conceited people and were quick to help unfortunate ones. Deep down in each of them there was a kind of hearty, joviality, a relish of life, not over-delicate, but very invigorating. I never tried to define it, but I was distinctly conscious of it. I could not imagine Antonia's living for a week in any other house in Black Hawk than the Harlings'."

It's good isn't it?

Tells Me So

Jesus loves me this I know.


What tells you so?

Definition of Worship: Ardent devotion; adoration.

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Think about it.

To be in continual worship of God.

Ardently devoted.

In continual adoration of Him.


"I'm coming back to the heart of worship, where it's all about You. All about You, Jesus."

Advice From The Experts

I asked for some college advice from Will and Audge today...

Audrey: "Don't be afraid to tell people no. Like if your roommate makes a mess in your room, just say 'Hey, I keep my side clean'. Or if a guy asks you out, just say no. Don't tell him 'we can just be friends'. Say no."

Will: "Thou shouldest not smoke pot, and thou shall keep thy dorm room clean."

So characteristic of them.

Three Days

Three days of home sweet home. Time passes far too quickly; my mommy tells me that often. Perhaps it's okay that I feel ripped in two. Half is quite excited to step off the hardwood floor I've played on, ate on, slept on, most of my life and explore new nooks and crannies. The other half clings to the floorboards--like a child with a fever, the coolness is soothing, the boards strong and grounding, the hum of life buzzing through the woodwork puts the mind at ease.

Pain. Lots of pain.

Does reading your own writing always produce as much flinching and gritting of teeth as this? Oye. It's too much.