Cats:: What it really means to work for affection

He really makes you work for it. My cat. It's never very easy, but when it happens, you know you've won, if only for a moment. Most of the time, I just annoy him to the point that he turns his back on me. **side note, the colors in this picture were a complete mistake but I sorta like how it turned out**

Though sometimes, he might tolerate me enough to let me take a picture of him.

In the end, he's my best friend :)

Happy Sunday!!

Boston: You have my heart, even though we've never met

Clearly, I am living in the wrong city. Stolen from my friend's Tumblr account Ghanda-Ghanda, there is everything I love in these two pictures, including the bay windows, the obvious nook that has to exists in one of those apartments, and the red ivy on a brick wall. And black shutters. And terra cotta. And lampposts. And iron balconies. And fire escapes. I think it's time to visit Boston...

It's how I::

It's how I spend my morning: reading

 

It's what I wake up to: inspiration

It's how I live my life: complete chaos

It's how I love my Jesus: completely

Kate Leaderstorf + John Gaunt

I don't really know them. I don't know John at all and I only remember Kate from when she went to CCA. The thing about volunteering with the wedding ministry is that you have the opportunity to step into the lives of two special people right at the point where their two lives become one. You don't have any previous expectations or callous judgements to tarnish your view. You just see them. And it's beautiful.

Little miracles would probably be what I would use to describe their wedding day. Rehearsal went great, everything seemed ironed out. And then the wedding comes and it's like "wait, I thought we practiced this?" To list a few? Musicians who didn't know they were playing, so improvisation occured. Mad props to Dan Lupo for being so flexible. A slideshow that came very close to not being played because the wedding team didn't realize that "it takes two to make a thing go right."

But the little miracles are what matters most. According to maid of honor Marla, that's what the whole wedding had been filled with. For instance, not only going into JC Penney and getting $80 shoes for $20, but also to come and find out that the only sizes they had left happened to be the exact sizes of the 4 bridesmaids. Or the little "ring bearer" who was taking a ride in wagon up the aisle was crying like crazy until those doors opened up and suddenly he was hushed. Or the dvd slideshow that we wanted played at the ceremony, only to come and find out that not only did we need to book a sound guy, but also a video guy. Upstairs and down stairs. A phone call to Jack the head video guy and few training moments later, Jake Butler pulled it out and was able to run the slideshow. In the nick of time. Or the dancer who was not only full of nerves, but also very congested and coughing every few minutes. Scared that she would go into a coughing fit onstage, we prayed and the Lord was faithful.

It's just those little miracles that you see in the simplest of things that lets you know that God not only is always there, but He works things out in a way that make you chuckle. He knows what will make you laugh.

And so this post is getting way too long. Today another wedding and rehearsal, and then tomorrow another wedding. Busy weekend. I'm gunna go ahead go and fist bump with Pastor Bob at a sweet wedding.

My thing

I found it! I did! I'm very happy. Alright, so those of you who follow some blogs know that each successful blogger has a thing that they do every so often that is personally them. Whether it's Jessica Claire who does "Things I love" or Jasmine Star who does "Kisses + Disses", they all have them. Well, I think I found my thing..... "5 senses". Alright, it seemed a little more climactic in my head, but we'll work on the delivery. In essence, it's about my 5 senses and what I have observed using them over the past week. I'd like to say I'm a pretty observant person; I notice things, people, smells, and tastes (sometimes too indulgently). That being said, I think I'll put them to good use. So I'll start it on this blog, and then when I get all professional with my own wedding planning business, I'll transition it over to my wedding blog. It'll be epic, I know it will.

This week in: The 5 Senses (as design elements come into play, this will be more fun, bear with me)

Sight: I saw a homeless man rolling up his sleeping bag after spending the night on a bench near the beach
Hearing: The sound of my ugly alarm going off at 6 am
Touch: A cashmere sweater. It was the first time I'd ever touched one
Taste: This time it was a simple dinner prepared by a woman who has more strength and is more solid in her faith then any woman I've seen in a long time. ::thanks Becky Gardner::
Smell: A pizza stone getting broken in in the oven. Moldy eggs and old play dough is all I'm going to leave you with.

Sunrise this morning

Christmas in Tallahassee...

I'm going up to Tallahassee tomorrow. Going to visit the aunt, cousins, and grandma. I'm excited about spending Christmas in cold but not mind numbingly cold weather. I'm excited to wear my scarves all day.

And this year, I have a plan. There are two large stacks of books lying next to my bed and I entirely plan on bringing them along and making a big dent in those books. I also plan on being outside way more. I am going to finally put my bucket list on one sheet of paper (at the moment it's broken into various sheets and a few word documents). I'm going to brainstorm names for my wedding planning business (input is appreciated). I'm going to (if I can get internet access) pour over jasmine star's old blog posts about starting her wedding photography business because I would like to model my business very much after hers. I'm going to work on my friend's wedding. I'm going to shoot my bow. I'm going to relax. And I'm going to enjoy Christmas.

It makes my heart hurt...

It makes my heart hurt when I watch kids go off to college and forget about who God truly is. It makes my heart hurt when I see good friends find redemption in Him only to fall away from God again because their faith was not made real. It makes my heart hurt to think that it's possible that I won't see some of my family in heaven. It makes my heart hurt when I watch close friends make poor decisions. It makes my hurt hurt to watch the insensitivity people have toward other people, and to know that often times I do the same thing. It makes my heart hurt to think about how much God's heart must hurt when I don't love Him like I should; when He watches people push Him away because they think He's not enough for them; when they deny what happened on the cross. It makes my heart hurt to know that every time I sin, I'm pushing Christ farther from me; to know that I'm telling Him that something is more important to me than what He did for me at Calvary.