New Love and First Love
I honestly don’t want to sit at the computer and write today.
It’s not because it’s gorgeous outside {though the sun is shining}.
It’s not because I don’t feel well {though I’m not 100%}.
It’s not because I have a million and a half things to do offline {though I do have a decent sized offline to-do list}.
It’s because I’ve found a new love.
And I want to spend every waking moment {and a fair number of the ones that I ought to be spending asleep} with my new love.
It’s not healthy, really.
And I’m not sure I even want to love it.
But I do.
I love it so much that I don’t want to “waste” any time on the “extras” in my day because I want to get back to my new love.
Why am I not this in love with Jesus?!?
Why is my life not so consumed with knowing Him and growing in His likeness?
I am addicted to my new love, yet I have yet to spend any time with my First Love today.
I want to love Jesus more. I want to be so crazy in love with Him that I rush through my to-do list in order to spend more time with Him.
And yet, if I don’t add Him to my to-do list, He tends to be forgotten about as I move through my day.
I’m sorry, Jesus. Like the Church at Ephesus {Revelation 2}, I have forgotten my First Love. I have failed to make my relationship with You a priority – making plans to spend time with You. May Your Spirit consume me with a passion that craves time with You – that longs to know You more and grow in Your likeness.
Being Tall is Tough
My mom and dad came down from Michigan on Saturday to celebrate my birthday {last Wednesday}. My mom and I headed out to do some shopping when they arrived, as is our “birthday custom.”
I don’t particularly care for shopping, especially when shopping for clothes for myself. But due to a significant loss of weight in the last year or so, I did need some new casual dress clothes, so we headed off on a mission.
Our first stop was Kohls, where we found a few dressier options – one of which we loved – but nothing that I would wear on a regular basis. The dress we loved would have worked well for a wedding I’m attending this summer, but would probably not get worn otherwise.
Next, we decided to stop at Walmart, thinking they may have a better “causal dress” selection.
Nope.
Since Fashion Bug was in the same parking lot as Walmart, we decided to walk in – and quickly walked back out when we didn’t see anything that looked remotely close to what I was looking for.
Finally, I suggested we try Maurices, as I’d had good luck there this winter with finding a pair of jeans.
We weren’t in Maurices two minutes before I knew we’d finally found “the right store.”
They carried multiple options of the “dressy casual” look I was going for, and I could easily wear {style-wise} most everything in the store.
We began grabbing clothes to try on, and after we’d picked through most of the store, I headed into the dressing room.
While the clothes had been super cute on the hangers, they weren’t looking so cute on me.
Quick explanation: I’m tall. Not just in my legs {though I wear a “long” and sometimes those are too short} but also in my torso. This makes finding clothes that fit very difficult. And I’m already a picky dresser. So there have been MANY shopping trips that have ended with no bags to show for it at the end of a very long day.
I can’t tell you how many outfits I tried on, and when it was all said and done? The only pieces that fit correctly were a short-sleeved shrug and a pair of jean capris {same fit as my favorite pair of jeans}.
Not exactly the “dressy casual” I was going for, but when you’re tall, it’s tough to find clothes that fit!
Family Defined
What is family exactly? Is it biological? Or is it relational?
I don’t know exactly, but I know that my family has grown in the past year.
As we’ve been more intentional about building relationships with friends here in Indiana, our family has grown to include a number of these close friends.
Yesterday, the kids and I were eating lunch at our friends’ house along with a number of other friends from church. When lunch was over, a number of us stayed behind and decided to take a walk/bike ride together.
It was a family affair – every single one of those individuals on that walk/bike ride I consider to be a part of my family.
And that realization made me rejoice.
We might be 2.5 hours from our closest biological family members, but we are surrounded by family right here – relationally.
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P.S. My new love? Grey’s Anatomy.
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