Monday, December 22, 2008


I am so grateful to be home, especially after 6 long months of being away from these glorious people:

Because I'm too tired to speak in cohesive sentences--a list of why I LOVE being home
  • Waking up in a comfy bed/bedroom. Especially since my mommy took such time and care to make sure my favorite comforter was on my bed + my fave candles
  • Christmas tree decorations
  • Not being awaken by NYC noise
  • Being able to watch Christian and Alex have Dance-Off's via skype
  • Family dinner
  • My Dads cooking
  • Running errands with my mom
  • Suburbia!
  • Not having to pull out my wallet
  • Food, Food, FOOD.
  • Spending time with the Little Bro, and running him around to swim practice, karate practice, piano etc.
  • Being lazy and staying in sweats all day.
  • Driving
  • TV/Cable lol
  • Enjoying my family in general
<3 I'm such a homebody too, eventually I'll get around to seeing friends, but right now I'm enjoying the Charley's mucho.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Random Act of Kindness

Such a great post-secret. It got me thinking about the entire idea of random acts of kindness, and that when taking with the intention of Glorifying God become instances to quiet our heart to the voice of the Holy Spirit.

There have been so many moments in my life where I feel compelled to offer up random encouragements or Truths to strangers, but hold back out of fear and judgment, and weird looks :-). A the end of the day my obedience to those inclinations have little to do with making me feel good or comfortable, but rather allowing myself to be used in a way to speak Truth to someone else. Words (especially affirming ones) are super important to me, and its exciting that God allows us to speak into each others life, and I'm sooo grateful for the many people, close friends and strangers that have done that for me. One of my favorite Nav nights was my sophomore year when Mike C. handed out post cards and told us to write a letter to someone who was important to us, or to a stranger whatever, that expressed some type of gratitude, thanksgiving or simple encouragement.

In the same vain my family has always had the habit of writing little notes to our waiters when we dine out; something as short sweet and uplifting as the words written on the post card above. Since lately Alex and I eat out soooo much, I've gotten him into the habit of doing this as well, which is all kinds of adorable!

I also think about moments God has used utter strangers to remind me of His promises and Word. Two years ago I was volunteering at a children s fair as a part of America Reads. The gym was set up in 30 or so little reading stations where kids could circle around and stop at each station to hear a different story. At one point a group of older women who had been active members of the community education board and worked diligently for years to bring such programs to their neighborhoods, stopped by my station and began chatting about my involvement with America Reads and NYU etc. After about 15 minutes of chatting one of the women opened her Bible pointed to a passage in I Corinthians 15

58Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.

She offered these words to me with a hug and a whispered prayer. Afterwards I had to hold back tears. I was just extremely astonished by her boldness, her desire to encourage, and her LOVE for the Lord.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008


I've started at least 4 posts and couldn't finish any of them. I feel I can barely articulate my thoughts lately--both good and if I have to write something witty, enlightening, humble, funny, etc.....still hard pressed by those twangs of needing to constantly perform.

I have realized though, that God blessed many people with the gift of writing songs. Songs that seem to steal the sentiment of my heart's beats, and puts them to verse.

enjoy ( 2:00 min marker is a particularly good starting point)

Here I am
One more day of not
Loving Him the way He asks
In fact my heart is singing praises to the things
that make me feel alright

So I’m sinking fast like a stone heart should
And on the way down
I’ve done what I could
To try and try to turn this stone to flesh

I’m haunted by my God
Who has the right to ask me
What by the nature of my rebellion
I cannot give.

So I beg for you to move
I beg for you to move
I beg for you to break through

So here I am
Got my deeds for the day
All my cute little words about
How I am saved
Am I saved?

Could I love you with my mouth like a church kid should
At the end of the day
My words get burned as wood
Oh, but I was good.

I’m haunted by my God
Who has the right to ask me
What by the nature of my rebellion
I cannot give.

These songs are noise
In your ears
A clanging drum
You want my love