Prayer Blogging

I was joking around with Jacob the other day about our Bible study starting a prayer blog so we can keep up with each others prayer requests, needs, praises, etc. Well, here I am. Prayer blogging. Someone please make me more Christian.

I'm not gonna lie. It sort of takes a lot for me to pray these days. I've gotten into this really great habit of harboring all my burdens and only praying when I'm at my wit's end. I'm also gonna be pretty honest when I say I mostly don't pray all that much 'cause my faith in the power of prayer has pretty much gone kaput.

Well, here goes.

Prayer Requests:

1. Mern + bebeh + motivation
2. Dad + health + encouragement
3. Mom
4. Apryl + future plans
5. Me + direction + job things + transitioning into adulthood and being okay with that + just me in general. Lawd knows I need all the prayer I can git!

K that's it for now because I'm too tired.

Oooh, but before I forget...

Praise:

I GOT TO HANG OUT WITH MY BFF TONIGHT. IT'S ABOUT DANG TIME.

Sweet Darlin'

Y'all.  I totally got to see the girl of my dreams in real life tonight.  And she is beeeeeeauuuuutiful! Seriously. Zooey and M.Ward can go ahead and marry me already.

I can't express to you how good it felt standing in the cold, boogie-in and singin' and bein' happy. Patrick and Apryl better really start a productive band so I can live my rock star life vicariously through them.

Nights like this should happen more often.

LYLAS

It's still so weird to me that everyone, including myself, is growing up.  Even weirder, though, is the fact that my little sisters all of a sudden turned into adults.  Basically overnight.  When did that even happen?!  (Apryl, stop drinking - you're too young!  Mary, who's buying your cigarettes for you?!  You're only fourteen)!

Okay, okay.  So I know that Apryl's been old enough to drink for years and Mary turned 14 in 2003...but still.  Where does the time go?

Apryl just went on her first real life job interview (go Apes!) and my baby sister is going to have a baby!!!! (Aunt Jenny > Aunt Apey).  Life has had it's fun, crazy, sad, and terrible moments - and through all of them, my sisters have been there with me - feeling the same joy and pain that our lives have constantly hit us with.  No one else truly understands the pain I feel when an answer is given to "how's dad?" - or the joy in the response I get to give when Mary answers "what?" to "hey Mern, guess what?"  It's such a blessing to have people in my life coming from the same place, understanding any sort of emotion I can't express to other people.  The three of us have lived life together and gotten each other through some really, really tough times.  I honestly don't think I could've dealt with any of life's blows without them.  We've kept each other laughing when things got boring, hopeful when things were sad, and strong when things were scary and painful.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again.  My sisters are the most beautiful people I know.

I LOVE MY SISSIES Y'ALL!

Spring Weekend

After a rocky start to the weekend and much debate in my head, I decided to join Patrick on his trip home to Houston.



We routinely stopped at Buc-ee's on the way up and had ourselves a romantic Buc-ee's parking lot picnic.



(In case you were wondering...yes, Brittany and I DID cut Patrick's beard into pieces!) ...you're welcome :]

(...and even though there's only a picture of me cutting the beard, Brittany was totally there helping and this photograph is proof because you can see her boot.   See....  Right there.  Brittany's boot.)

So yes.  Back to the mini-road trip to Houston.  Super fun, right?  I got to play video games, eat yummy foods, laugh with my favorite twin brothers + Brittnay, trampoline, and skate a little [and I do mean, very little].  Is balance something I can learn?  I sure hope so.

While I really wish I could explain in more detail how relaxing and joyous my weekend was, Daniel Laruso is calling my name and I must oblige or else he'll karate chop me in two!

さようなら!

81° y'all!

Days like this call for Jason Schwartzman.

Work is temporary

I live my life on the weekends.