I’m dancing around my living room with a little sing song, joyful dance. It’s been a long workday and actually month or so of transition and changing gears…but after a three hour meeting with my boss today, and seeing a new schedule fall into place this week, I’m excitedly delighted with this upcoming season.
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God is merciful in protecting me from harm. I am beyond thankful for his sovereignty and provision.
And thankful for the gifts he brings into my life!
I am blessed, insanely blessed.
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Thinking about how I have some crazy stories. Some crazy, crazy relationship stories. Dan (one of my best friends) and I were hanging out the other night and he said, “Christy, you have GOT to write a book about your life from the time you entered college to now – you’ve got the most crazy, awesome, best life, ever, and I just want to read it someday in chronological order.” I laughed…but…well…who knows…perhaps there shall be a forthcoming book. With names changed, of course, to protect the innocent (or not so innocent, muhahaha). Just kidding. ;p Sort of.
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There are times I wish I could share stories, but I must wait for years to properly pass and hide the characters well enough before I can tell them. Each day is an adventure and God is writing the story one page at a time — the chapters are coming together, and I’m excited to see what the full story shall be one day…until then, I’m just hanging on for the crazy ride. =) And learning all I can while trying to live life to the fullest.
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Back to work. Just had to write. Sometimes the urge takes over and I must satiate it. Even if it’s nothing more than a rambling post in which I use “crazy” way too often.
Enjoy today!
P.S. My seventeen year old brother, and hero, is an amazing, amazingly gifted writer who has, since age eleven, quietly remarked, “That’s going in my book” at some of my most crazy, embarrassing moments. I can ONLY imagine what that book shall read when and if he publishes his memories of our family. I only hope time and distance helps to fade his memories of my wackiness when I was living at home…and that he paints me in the most favorable, non-embarrassing light. ;p
Now, when I go home for a visit and see his wicked grin and the gears of his mind turning, I tell him “No, you are NOT putting what I just said [or did] into your book – PROMISE ME!” and he retorts, “No promises, Chris.”
Oh dear. The liabilities of being the eldest. You forget your younger siblings eventually become adults. ;)
