I've never had that dream before

Earlier today, I was talking to my friend David (P.). I was telling him about the unrestful sleep I had at the hospital last night when I stayed with my sister. As the conversation went on, we were agreeing that some people just don't know the correct way to wake someone up in the morning, and how it's always an unpleasant experience to be rudely jolted out of a peaceful slumber.

David explained it like this, "When someone does that it's like, 'Man, I was sitting eating a giant marshmallow, in the middle of a forest, with a unicorn jumping around me, and you totally just ruined it.'

keep the five alive

Two things make today awesome:

1. It's National High Five Day! I think this is hilarious. So, give some high fives--it's a holiday!

2. Today is Stephanie's 21st birthday! AND I get to see her tomorrow for the first time in 3 months. I'm pumped. Steph--I can't wait to hang out in your new hot tub and eat Snickers Ice Cream Bars--it's going to be the best weekend. Plus, I get to see this cutie:

coffee and rain

Ya know those days that you never bother to look at your watch, but instead just let time slide by, enjoying each tiny moment? That's the type of day I had Saturday. Amy had called me Friday night saying she was jonesin' for lunch with me. So, we met up for one glorious Saturday afternoon.

After devouring some good eats at La Parilla, we parked ourselves in a comfy spot outside Signs of Life. We sipped on Americano's, watching the people walk by and a thunderstorm come and go. We were lovin' the smell of rain and taking photos of the clouds. I'm not sure what it was about the afternoon, but it was perfection. God was tangible. He was there, as always, just possibly more noticeable.

A-dog, thanks for being awesome. When you celebrate your birthday later this week, celebrate the fact that God made you in His image, and you do an amazing job of living that out. And while you're at it, you should be listening to Jimmy Buffett and wearing pink socks up to your knees.

happy easter!

What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

For my pardon, this I see,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
For my cleansing this my plea,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

This is all my hope and peace,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
This is all my righteousness,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Glory! Glory! This I sing—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus,
All my praise for this I bring—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

more glorious-ness

Check this out for a glimpse of what prompted the post below, and why you should buy the Passion: Everything Glorious CD.

glorious, over us

"You make everything glorious, and I am yours. What does that make me?"
--Everything Glorious, DCB

This line culminates my thought process this past week. Although I've been busy, I've been in constant fellowship with God. It's as if our conversations never stop, but instead keep building. They make more sense with every day. One step closer to Him, one step away from the chains I've been bearing. Glorious.

My sense of love for my friends and family has been dramatically different the past couple weeks. The feelings I have for those in my life have been palpable as of late. I felt it last night sitting in a room of new brothers and sisters in Christ, and a friend I've come to know better over the past few weeks. We were all sitting with heads bowed to the Word. Glorious.

I felt it painting the living room of my old home with my parents. The way the house still feels like home, the floors still creak in the places I'd remembered, the fish in the backyard pond still jump out of the water with their mouths posed as if they're kissing the air, the markings of how tall we all were still etched in the entry way. I felt it watching my mother who keeps going regardless of her condition. The strength I see in her when she says "you gotta do what you gotta do." Glorious.

May this ever-present touch of love never stop giving me goosebumps. May His voice be the only one I hear.

We are glorious because we are HIS.

"Glorious...over us...Lord You reign, glorious."