Thoughts

Humbug Thoughts.

No one reads this thing.... okay... 9 of you do. (Thank you, BLESS YOU, muchas gracias!) I know this because I added Google Analytics to my blog so I can get super cool/creepy feedback about all my awesome visitors and where they were when they read my blog (seems I have a reader from Africa? KARLA!!) and it also tells me how long people spend on each page. I have some speed reader visitors... an average visit time of 12 seconds? Hmmmm... I am suspicious you are looking at pictures and not reading words. I am experiencing a Catch 22. I don't want to be that girl always advertising her blog but I want people to want to read my blog. I also don't have the guts to tell people "hey so I spend time writing in my online journal, you should check it out." I guess the bottom line is... if you are reading this, thank you.

Love 30/30 Thoughts.

Whoops! Okay I know I dropped the ball on this one. (who saw that coming?) But I found my posts turning into an obligation, all 3 of them, and I found myself starting to want to use "christianese." I don't want to use christianese. 

Chris-tian-ese

Definition: 

A communicable language within the Christian subculture with words and phrases created, redefined, and / or patened that applies only to the Christian sphere of influence.

Trendy Examples: 

"let's do life together," "i got rocked," "the big man upstairs," "your heart should be so close to God that a man has to seek after him to find you"

Don't judge me. This is my blog (that 9 of you are reading) where I am entitled to freedom of speech, unlike the Cathy family and Chickfila. With that being said, sign up for your own Love 30/30 updates at the Passion City Church website and I will enjoy my love 30/30 moments in my secret place. 

Tousled Thoughts.

I moved my brother into his new house in Milledgeville yesterday. He's living in the brown house, which is where my boyfriend and some of my best guy friends lived during college. The house was empty yesterday. That never happens. Even though it was 98 degrees and the sun was beaming and the house was dusty, it was a great time with Greg. My muscles are definitely stronger and my nose is sniffly from dust. Driving away from Greg was one of the more difficult things I have done in my life. I know I am leaving behind a boy that is going to be living with quality guys and enjoying some of the best years of his life learning about himself and the world. I can take comfort in that. But goodness, it was one of the hardest drives to make. About an hour into my drive home I was feeling lonely. I had already called Greg twice to ask him dumb questions when I really just wanted to talk to him. Geoff and my mom are both out of town, my best friend is in Africa, my other best friend is with her fiance's family. Who am I supposed to talk to!! And then..... duh! It hit me. I had the perfect opportunity to spend time praying for my brother, my mom, Geoff, Whitley, and Karla. All the people I love and miss the most I got to pray for which is far more powerful than gossiping on the phone. Whew! That was a long thought. Bottom line... Greg is my baby brother, my grown up baby brother. No girl is good enough for him (okay... maybe one... you know who you are). I love him more than anyone in the world, sorry everyone else. He lives at the Brown House, go visit him and make him food.

In 5 days Geoff is leaving to climb what I like to call "that big dumb mountain" aka Mt. Ranier in Washington. I like this picture of it because it makes it look close to civilization. But I guess being on top of a mountain isn't very close to civilization. So while he is gone I am probably going to cry and re-fall in love with him because I miss him so much. Worried moms say: "oh goodness, Geoff that's dangerous." Outdoorsy people say: "oh you'll be fine it's just a fourteener" I trust the outdoorsy people on this one. But so help me God if anything happens to him, I will hunt down the people that tried to tell me he would be fine :)

During a 20 minute drive today I got stuck behind 3 separate mail trucks. How often does that happen! But then I was thinking about their jobs and how hard it must be. Then it started monsooning outside and I gained even more respect for the postal service. 

While I was driving I decided to be a rebel and keep the windows open while it was raining and blast my brothers dubstep music because I know he would like that if he was in the car with me. Then I drove through a huge puddle at the bottom of a hill. Couldn't see anything for a solid 3 seconds... what do you even do in that situation? I just drove straight. Rolled up the windows after that. Isn't it crazy that the traffic cam got this shot of me driving? Sorry lady!

Until next time I leave you with this picture of Greg's new room. Complete with Taylor Swift shrine and Bald Eagle fabric to cover up an old fireplace.