Pre-Cleaning for Spring Cleaning?! What?

I haven’t done anything lately

That’s definitely scratched to bits!! Yesterday I woke up and hung out with my girls all morning, had Jimmy John’s for lunch {{thanks to Cornerstone for the commuter accommodations}} after worshipping in college-led chapel. Rizo & I mused about some Ireland & Scotland helpx hosts after arriving back to Poppins before I was called in early. 

Worked till 11p.m. was asleep by midnight, woke up by 6a.m. and was off to work, getting out at 3:30 to walk to the store to get some gloves {to protect my hands when washing dishes}} and scrubbies. {{DollarTree you’re a blessing}} I cleaned the kitchen, bathroom, and living room and got a headache because

  • A. I haven’t had a ton of a sugar in a long time, but this morning at work was given a donut and coffee
  • B. Didn’t sleep enough
  • C. Forgot to eat dinner because I was cleaning as if I was getting paid

Cleaning for hours on end all the while, jamming out to folk music and diffusing one of my YoungLiving oils.

All-in-all, it’s not sunny or warm outside, so it can’t be considered ‘Spring cleaning’ can it?

It’s a new season officially anyway-so I’m due for a quarterly cleaning-bug.

My head is obviously not on right because I feel like this is a poorly written post…of course, most of the time it is because I’m just ranting and not trying to make my posts ‘grade-able’. {{it’s a good thing too, I feel like they might be more relatable}}

…now what quote should I write on our golden-framed chalkboard before I fall asleep to wake up for another early morn o’ work…

Temporary Getaway

Puppy sitting never felt so good.

Here I sit, watching the waves casually move the river around the bend in my temporary escape, while Timber (the dog) relaxes in the grass; our bonding moment.

I should fill you in; I am puppy sitting for three days in this marvelous house. I would have had it all to my own, except I asked my brother to come along because sometimes, well, we just need some bonding. I’ve lost touch with him the last couple of years…it’s really quite sad…

It’s peaceful here.
I can listen to the birds squawk and sing while the wind gently moves my hair and the sun kisses my skin.
The house is an escape in which I am desperate for. I haven’t traveled for a while, which depresses me, but God knows…He knows. He set this up perfectly; a way to relieve this “senior stress” in the last months of my high school years.
I guess it shouldn’t seem this stressful, but I over-analyze everything…so therefore, it’s more so ME making MY LIFE stressful by thinking about the list of things needing be checked off.
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Goodness, I just love any place where I am basically by myself and can think with this natural rhythm around me.
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Earlier this morning, I went into the library nook on the second level where I scanned the spines of books ,in search of some education or insight. I found  a book which intrigued me enough to keep the morning goose bumps caused from the wind outside off my mind.
The book is about this woman’s travels. The way the words are placed on the pages just make my eyes long for more. I began looking at the table of contents and spotted Fiji. OH BOY! Page 37 here I come!
The sentences combine into a temporary getaway (so I’m now in a getaway of a getaway) where my mind wanders and projects pictures of what I think it might be like there. She uses all our senses to bring the pages to life and I give her five stars for that. *****
I suppose that if could pick my career and could live off of this somehow, I’d choose ‘an island traveler’ (if I couldn’t be a continental one).
I would go hopping from one to the next comparing their similarities and picking their unique characteristics; tasting food, site-seeing, street vending//shopping…I could grasp it all.

Oh if only.

Right now, my career involves a Labradoodle and this lazy river set before me…but that’s alright with me, because I’m only 17 and a giant trip lies ahead of me this coming August. I will enjoy this temporary getaway and peaceful extra long weekend.


Reminiscing the Ranting

So, I have discovered that by reading the writings of others, you get to know their personality and their life. Blogging is a perfect example of this. In connection, I have begun to realize that the works of some authors in the Bible kinda have this blog-like similarity.

Paul, is the writer of thirteen books in the New Testament. I am focusing on a specific spot; Philippians 1:21-26.
“If I am to go on living in the body, this will mean fruitful labor for me. yet what shall I choose? I do not know! I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far; but it is more necessary for you that I remain in the body. Convinced of this, I know that I will remain, and I will continue with all of you for your progress and joy in the faith, so that through my being with you again your joy in Christ Jesus will overflow on account of me.”

It kinda makes me laugh, “I do not know!”…he’s ranting in a way; writing down his thoughts, to make clear his situation and to work it out in his mind.

I do this all the time! In mid-discussion with a person, I sometimes end up tripping over myself in thoughts, so I start ranting aloud, seeing what my brain will say about this certain topic. It’s the weirdest thing ever! I mean, I am usually good at thinking before speaking, but on certain subjects, I will be speechless unless I just let my brain flow; uncertain of what I’m about to hear myself say.

So, back to Paul. I think that just by the way he writes and if I lived in his time, I would be a great friend of his. He is such a wise and godly man, that I would probably ask if I could be his ‘water-girl’ or ‘scroll-holder’ or something silly like that, just so I could hear him speak.

Sometimes, I think we all forget that the authors of the books in the Bible, were really human. But, the way that Paul writes, makes me think I’m reading love notes, blogs, or a journal//diary of his. It’s so human; normal; fitting to this day in age.

No one wants to read anything that is perfect. Everything must have flaws-no book need be written without them.

Flaws are what make things closer to reality. The Bible is like an oxymoron; it’s a miraculous reality; immortal mortality; actual abstract; then but now.

It has all of these in it and it makes the Bible more interesting to read.

Hmm..just some random thought 🙂