Pensive Procrastination

Rob and I were talking the other day about baptisms because they are having a baptism service sometime soon at our church. I get pretty excited about baptisms, and that might be an understatement, I get outright ecstatic. I can't help it. From inside my heart joy bubbles as people talk about what God is doing in their lives. I want to get up and dance and sing and wiggle...much of which would be frowned upon in some churches. I would actually dare to say that I like baptisms more than weddings. Rob was a little shocked by this, as he should be because it's not baptism blogs that I get lost in from time to time. If they had them I'd read them. Anyone know of any? When I was baptized cried so many joyful tears. The feeling of God's presence embraced me and that was a feeling that I carried with me through later years when I would forget what overwhelming joy in God's presence felt like. I tend to be a joyful crier. Baptisms are no exception to this rule. I normall

Hey Y'all! The southern side of me keeps popping up lately. It's something I have been trying to hide to often. I still says my eh's? but there's definitely always been a little twang in me. All that aside, it's somewhat appropriate since I wanted to share a blog post with you that's written by a dear woman from the US of A. As I was avoiding writing this paper, that is somehow magically going to become 10 pages because I have no more academic writing abilities left in me, I saw that Bithiah had posted something new on her blog. Since I've always loved her writing I decided I should check it out, since I was procrastinating I had even more motivation to do so. I'm so glad I did. I had the pleasure of getting to know Bithiah, or as I know her Veto, through camp. Just this morning I was looking through some pictures from the camp years and there was her beautiful, smiling face. She was always able to make us ladies laugh at camp, I know that as a cam

I think I knew I would marry him the time he drove across town to hug me as a sobbed into his shoulder only a few weeks into our relationship. I had come back from Taiwan a little worse for wear and was wondering about a whole lot of things. Rob was the stability and reminder that I needed at that time that God was faithful and good and real. Hence the fact that the words from our first dance song "God gave me you for the days of doubt" speaks volumes about the beginning of our relationship, and I'm sure at times the future of our relationship. When I think back now about all the times Rob stepped in and hugged me and prayed for me during the first year of our relationship, and now, my eyes fill with joyful tears and my heart swells with love and joy. There was a lot of junk that man had to contend with in that first year, a lot of things that he prayed over me for. And yet as it ended up he still wanted to marry me. And I am a better woman today because o

Recently I've found myself feeling overwhelmingly and incredibly blessed to be married to my hubby. I think it's finally settling in, after 10 months! I cannot believe that it has been that long. Time has flown by! We've had a busy first year, and the plan is to take the busy level down a few notches in the coming months and year. As I've been thinking about how blessed I am I have begun to think back at the beginning of our relationship and all that came after that. This could be a long post. So hang in there. Ah, the first time I saw him I fell smitten. Just kidding. We don't remember the first time we met, but I'm sure it was magical. ;) The first time we think we met each other was when a bunch of us went to chapter's and read children's books aloud to each other. Some of the favourites were If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus and Mortimer. These books later made an appearance at our wedding as some of the table

Now for a post a little on the light side. I'm sure that most of my readers have come in contact with a Canadian goose at one point or another. And you know that they're either totally nonchalant or very frightening. If you've ever been hissed and charged at while minding your own business you know what I mean. So, the other day in class I wrote a story about Andy the Aggressive Goose. Enjoy! ___________________________________________________________________________________ Let me tell you about Andy. He was a nice looking goose, with silky black feathers and a proud, puffy chest. Andy was a friendly goose...sometimes. But mostly Andy was just aggressive. When Andy played out in the school yard he would hiss when another goose tried to come near to share his shady spot under the tree. Andy did not like to share. What was his was his! If other geese tried to join him when he played he would be angry and honk at them to go away. He would think to himself, "I fou

Lately I've been thinking about reflection, self- awareness, change etc and realizing just how scary a lot of these things can be for us. I realize that for some people change and reflection are exciting. Some people love change, they look at their lives to see what they can change and how they can improve themselves and that's awesome! Sometimes I have those moments, other times when God points out something or touches a little sore spot for me I cover it up and look the other way. I'm attempting to move forward, to accept constructive criticism in a joyful way, but this definitely doesn't come naturally to me. I believe that part of this is due to the fact that I criticize myself enough already. So, when someone points out something in me that I need to grow in that I haven't pinpointed or approached yet, I tend to be pretty upset. Not because I don't agree but because you've pointed out something else in me that is bad, that needs to be worked on, that&