In love

If you can, play this song while you read this blog.

Have you ever had a friend comment on a gift you received, asked what the occasion was, and replied with "He loves me" probably accompanied by a big cheesy grin? Maybe it wasn't a gift, but an act of service you received. Either way, the idea is you're brimmed over with warm fuzzies because someone did something nice for you JUST BECAUSE THEY LOVE YOU.

Lately, I've been feeling rather mushy because I've been getting little love gifts. I've felt like singing and dancing and have walked around with a cheesy grin from time to time. Know why? Because He loves me!

I know God's love is constant and unchanging, but lately it's been a fun time of walking on sunshine,oh oh!

James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.

A mini-blog

I am type A. I want to be in control. I like to be in control.  I am comfortable being in control. I can sometimes be controlling. And yet, I find my greatest peace and comfort in knowing that someone else is ultimately, fully and completely, in control. Nothing feels better than complete abandonment in Him.

• Revelation 1:8 NKJV
  “I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End,” says the Lord, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.”

Brainwashed

It's happening. On the fifth attempt in a row, I think Winter is starting to brainwash me. I'm no longer horrified when I can see my breath. I smile and think it feels nice out when the temperature breaks 40. I wear pumps to work instead of boots because my hatred being cold is slipping below my hatred of socks. (It's a FL girl thing.) A couple weekends ago, I took a walk, for FUN, in January.

I was looking forward to this happening. Looking forward to getting through winter without wanting to cry every time I go outside. And yet, this feels so unnatural! I think my body is actually reacting to cold differently, or maybe building up a resistance so I can be colder for a longer period of time before I become miserable. I should be happy, but I feel like a mutant. I might need therapy! On a beach, with a palm tree near by.

Creativity

Being creative isn’t always easy. There are certainly the fireworks moments where you are overwhelmed by an idea and hold on to the handle of a bottle rocket that shoots you into whatever it is your “thing” is. But most times, being creative is a willingness to sit down, push through your doubt and fears, and apply sweat and hard work to creating something.  -- Jon Acuff (http://www.jonacuff.com/stuffchristianslike/2011/01/4284/)

I have LONG said I am not a creative person. I'm about concrete instructions, not flying by the seat of my pants. Yet, people have argued with me over this and told me that I AM creative. Maybe, just maybe, I have been all wrong about what this word really means.

Without realizing what I was going, I've been cultivating my creative side recently. Starting this blog is one way that's happening. I'm playing around with ways to not just blog, but BE a blogger. Wait and see, my creativity might surprise us all.