GAH! NBC has a new show for the fall. It’s called Friday Night Lights. Yes, one would assume that if the network was going to rip off my high school’s identity, that it would be about my high school. But no. Of course not.
It’s called Dillon, not Odessa….and the color is blue. Blue. BLUE!
:stomps off:
I think my blog is about to be overrun with curious onlookers.
Helloooooo onlookers! 
It’s 9:54pm and I am now leaving work. Good night and good luck.
I recently was reminded that sanctification is a lifetime thing. As in, my walk will never be unlabored. What a tremendous epiphany! And you know what? We were never, ever told that things would be rosey living the Christian life, and I knew that. But I guess I’d hoped that at some point I would be able to just drift. Too bad drifting is sinful. Good thing His yoke is easy and my burden is light.
Right now I’m praying that God would help me to mourn my sins and leave them. I have this horrible habit of not quite accepting the forgiveness that was offered to me before the foundation of the world. It’s true that I don’t deserve it, however He knew that I wouldn’t and offered it to me anyway. It’s time I believed Him. I can’t carry this guilt and the weight of sanctification on one back.
Something to ponder:
Maybe then, the good part of the good news is this: in spite of what the laws of cultural consensus command, it’s actually not all up to us; it’s not, in essence, about our “self-anything.” When Jesus stepped onto the scene, serving as a substitute, he did that which I with all my sweat, therapy, goal setting, journaling, conflict resolution, meditation, study, and dollars given away could never do. He declared by his life that God esteems you and me; demonstrated in his death that God’s sacrifice is sufficient for your and my limitless insufficiencies; and displayed in his resurrection that God’s purposes for humanity can and will be actualized, regardless of the present mess. This is good—and deeply fulfilling—news.
The sistahs and me
Pam & I at Pete’s
One year ago today, I moved to Dallas. One year. A whole year. First of all, it doesn’t seem as though it has been that long. Second of all, so much has changed over the course of the last 365 days.
I am so very thankful for the sanctification that has occured in my life over the course of the last twelve months. I am nowhere near the same girl I was. I don’t know that I would even recognize her, or her walk for that matter. Everyday I am a new creation. For instance, God has systematically taken apart relationships that were incredibly unhealthy and unGodly. I am a better follower of Christ without these people in my life.
I have been blessed with a desire for new skills and to build on old dreams and talents. I’ve been kissed with amazing friends and a church, all of whom I do not deserve. I am by far the bigger beneficiary of these. They spur me on to become this new creation.
Dallas has treated me well! I’ve managed to navigate the city and find little pieces of myself throughout. I’ve found a place that I can call home.
It’s just ugly. And hurtful. And not at all encouraging (despite what some idiots think- “Maybe if I ridicule them enough, they’ll be motivated to do something about it…”).
And as the old button reads, “So what if I’m fat? You’re ugly. I can lose weight.”
I found a sweet little jewel on eBay for a good price:
