Blog Surfing

It's been a slow day at work (I love days like this! It's a great start to the weekend.), so I've been blog surfing. I came across a series on Girltalk. It's under the heading "PMS and Menopause", but the truths can be applied to everyday life. I especially like the quote they quoted by Dr. Martyn Lloyd Jones in one of their blogs:

"This bit of advice from D. Martyn Lloyd Jones has helped to break that unhappy cycle: “There is all the difference in the world between rejoicing and feeling happy. The Scripture tells us that we should always rejoice [Phil. 4:4]....To rejoice is a command, yes, but there is all the difference in the world between rejoicing and being happy. You cannot make yourself happy, but you can make yourself rejoice, in the sense that you will always rejoice in the Lord. Happiness is something within ourselves, rejoicing is ‘in the Lord.’ Take the fourth chapter of the Second Epistle to the Corinthians. There you will find that the great Apostle puts it all very plainly and clearly in that series of extraordinary contrasts which he makes: ‘We are troubled on every side (I don’t think he felt very happy at the moment) yet not distressed’, ‘we are perplexed (he wasn’t feeling happy at all at that point) but not in despair’, ‘persecuted but not forsaken’, ‘cast down, but not destroyed’--and so on. In other words the Apostle does not suggest a kind of happy person in a carnal sense, but he was still rejoicing.'

It encouraged me to think that just because we're disappointed or saddened about something, doesn't mean we're sinning. We can rejoicing in the Lord in the midst of tears... Read this quote from John Piper.

By the way, I'm a lot better after my melt down the other day, so don't worry. God is working on my heart, drawing me closer to Him, and refining me. Praise the Lord!

Waiting can be Endurable

Yesterday I had really sad afternoon. Eric and I have been praying about an issue for the past six or so months, and God has not chosen to answer us yet. I know it's His timing and yes, I trust Him. But I feel like I'm on a roller coaster of emotions in the mean time. Disappointment is hard. My sweet husband is a lot more patient than I am and reminded me again yesterday that we need to remain faithful while we wait. So that's what we'll do. I felt better by the time I got home, but I still wasn't 100%. I opened the refrigerator and saw left over creamy jalapeno dip, but we didn't have any chips, so I walked to my parents' house to steal some of theirs. I was having a hard time opening the door, so my dad opened it and screamed, "Well HI Kelly!". I didn't know anyone was home, so it startled me. I screamed and immediately started crying. It wasn't his fault, but he felt awful. He gave me a great big hug and I cried all over his shirt for a while. I finally told him what was on my mind, and he hugged me again. Although Eric and I emailed and texted through out the day, it was nice to have some one to talk to face to face. And hugs always make me feel better. After a while I started to feel better. I know sometimes God chooses for His children to wait. We may not understand it, but we can rest in the fact that all of this is in His hands. When I got to work this morning, my desk calendar said, "Believing makes waiting more endurable." So we will continue to hope, believe and wait on the Lord.

I Thought I Loved You Then

After almost two years of marriage, Eric and I finally ordered our wedding picture. We picked our favorite one and had it printed on a large wrap around canvas. It came in yesterday, and we hung it above our bed. As we set back and looked at it, I made mention that I'm not as pretty as I used to be. Let's face it, I've put on a few pounds since our wedding day. In the picture, my make up and hair were perfection, I had a nice tan, and I just had a glow about me. Eric looked at me and said, to him, I'm prettier than I've ever been. I laughed and asked how that was possible. He said he knows me and loves me more than he ever has and that's what makes me beautiful. :) Isn't he amazing? It's like he read that out of a book or something! ... But really, that's what marriage is about. Drawing closer to each other and the Lord and loving one another more as each day passes - through the hard and good times. It reminds me of the song, "I Thought I Loved You Then" by Brad Paisley. Just when I think I couldn't love Eric anymore, another moment passes, and my love grows.

Open to Suggestions

After half a year of trying, Eric and I were able to finally able to set up a blind double date between a friend of his and a friend of mine. Different things kept coming up, timing wrong, etc. I'm so excited! But on the other hand, I'm a little nervous about the whole thing. I don't know Eric's friend, but I trust his judgement. I've met him though, and I must say that he's quite the cutie and he's a strong Christian. And my friend is beautiful on the inside and out, so we'll just have to see how they mesh. I guess I'm nervous that it'll be our fault if it goes wrong or if one of them ends up getting hurt. Tell me it's going to be okay!

Anyway, I think it may be up to Eric and I to decide where to go since we set the whole thing up. Should we all meet at some one's home first or meet at the place we're going? Where's a good place for a blind double date? We need somewhere somewhat quiet so we can all talk. I thought about our house, but that may be akward... Help if you have any suggestions!

No Heels for Me, Thank You

I was one of the hostesses for my sweet friend's baby shower on Saturday. I'm sure she'll write about it, so I won't go into much detail, but she recieved the cutest things! I just love babies... Anyway, I can go on and on about that. So at the shower I wore the Easter dress my honey bought me and little kitten heels (that I've worn several times). I am a huge fan of flip flops, flats and boots - not a big fan of heels. I know I should be since I'm short, but my feet always hurt after wearing them, so I've learned to embrase my shortness. I wear them occasionally with dresses and such. When I got home Saturday, my arches were hurting pretty bad. My sweet husband gave me a wonderful foot massage, but they still hurt on Sunday. I didn't think anything of it though, and Monday they started feeling better. So I thought it would be fine to go to the gym and run on the elliptical. After about threee miles, my feet started hurting so bad I had to stop. I thought the bike would be better, so I did that a while. By the time I got home I could barely walk. Yesterday, my right foot started swelling and I could only walk slowly with a limp. I elevated it last night and tried to stay off of it as much as possible. Eric wrapped my foot before I went to bed (it's so nice having an athletic trainer as a husband). In the middle of the night my foot started swelling again and trobbing so much that I had to take the wrap off. My honey wrapped it up with tape this morning and I came to work. I may have to go to the doctor in the next day or so if the swelling and pain doesn't go away. I feel super stupid that I hurt my arch from wearing one inch kitten heels. How crazy is that? I'd much rather hurt it playing sports or something. Leave it to me! Hahaha...

As a side note - I've been feeling the need to start blogging again, so I jazzed up my page a bit and here I am blogging again. I can't promise how consistent I'll be, but for now, I'm here! :)