Hi, Honey, I'm Home!

"Jamie, you're the most undomesticated girl I've ever met.  It's really very sad."
-as quoted directly from the mouth of my father.
After watching my sorry attempt at making pancakes this morning, he was rather disappointed, disheartened, and despicably living in another time period, apparently.  Last time I checked it was 2007 and women weren't still required to slave over a hot oven and clean up after their husbands.  Although he's quite right concerning my lack, I fail to find the sadness in it.
I take pride in my ignorance concerning housekeeping and good housewife etiquette.  I don't cook or clean, nevertheless, I'm confident that my husband will be right proud of me. No doubt :)

Jerks Urban Nightmare

It was a long night full of salt-rimmed glasses and half-priced appetizers.  But when I arrived home at one a.m. I still had enough vigor to walk right back out again.  Vigor turned into bravado.  Bravado turned into text messaging.  And text messaging turned into an even longer night of brash folly…

I cautiously crept down the street, counting lampposts and praying that no one would see me; at the very least, that no one would recognize me.  I was dodging more than just rabbits as I tip-toed through the suburban grass. 

Ours is a neighborhood that never sleeps... there's always one eye watching, if not, two ears listening for the sound of secrets being whispered in the shadows.  Lucky for me, sneaky argyle barely makes a sound and shadow's cast by campfire muffle even the loudest of whispers. 

As he spoke and drank, I listened and realized the irony of this meeting: somehow I knew his motive for inviting me better than I knew my motive for attending.  And I wasn't quite sure which was worse.

Nevertheless, the wind was very strong.  It rustled the leaves on the trees.  It scattered the embers from the fire.  It whisked me up a flight of stairs and into his brother's bedroom.

We layed and laughed at the dragon posters lit up by black lights.

It was a rather sorry waste of time.  A battle of wits.  His wit wanting to ruin me and my wit wanting to change him.  An awefully sorry waste of time...

The Hoard Demo by As Cities Burn

They say that good boys walk straight on white lines. Good boys keep their livers clean and smoke out of their lungs cause its all about what you've done. Good boys don't make mistakes to learn from cause when heaven comes they won't be caught being young.

Grace make your way to the well; to those who deserve it cause, after all, they've earned it.  But, vain; its in vain
cause they don't need it.

They're steady breathers who won't lift a finger for the gasping weaker.  You just hoard your hollow completion like it's something wearing thin, _{like it's gonna get you in} when heaven comes. Cause when heaven comes I swear it comes in love.

Grace make your way. 

Happenstance Still Stands

I most assuredly never fathomed being where I am today, therefore I cannot pretend to even slightly know where it is I will be tomorrow.  Uncertainty is the spice of life... as are unexplicable desires that only He can give you.
And thus, in the spirit of letting God lead us where He may, I am proposing a toast to all that is atypical, unexpected, and bizarre in this brief life!  To things that come suddenly and unheralded; hastily and unanticipated.  It is these anamolous events and twists of fate that we should embrace! For they are not as perplexing as they appear, nor are they as accidental as we may think.  Does He not know the plans He has for you?



And so I leave you with this dose of Chariot wisdom:
Some day in the event that man kind actually figures out what it is that this world revolves around, thousands of people are going to be shocked and perplexed to find out that it was not them. Selah.

His will, not mine.

Jeremiah 29:11
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Its Better if You Lead the Way. You Know Me Better Than I Do.

Rejoicing in God's awesome faithfulness! His will be done, not mine.  How can I be upset when this is exactly what I prayed for?  Instead of mourning over what was not suppose to be, I am looking forward to the great things God has in store for me; that which is suppose to be. Its definitely exciting, and slightly relieving, knowing that He has it all under control.  I just thank God that He is able to save me even from myself and prevent mistakes from being made before its too late.
For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11



...and Jesus made me promise not to say another word about it.