A post about nothing.

I have this dream (and it might be a foolish dream) that the man I marry is a musician. And not the famous kind, the quiet humble kind. I don't care if he's even in a band, I just want to be able to make music with him. I want his voice to be the last thing I hear before I fall asleep at night. I want to be able to come to him with a song and have him fill in the missing pieces. I want to sing our children to sleep together, like my parents did for me and my sisters.

It’s silly; I know. Probably selfish. But I've always thought about it.




On a random note, this made me laugh today.

bits of wisdom? i have collected thus far today.

If you have to start a sentence with, “I probably shouldn’t say this but…” then you probably shouldn’t say it. just sayin’.

All red candy is delicious.

All yellow candy is disgusting. (with the exception of lemon heads.)

Also, if you are a guy and you’d like to make a girl feel loved. give her a flower. leave it on her car. doesn’t matter. it’s cheesy, cliche, and we love it.*

* I said that last statement speaking for other girls. There are some girls who hate it. But for the record, most love it.

I want/need to buy/learn to play:
Cello
Violin
Banjo
Mandolin
Bass

Went outside to look at the snow with my dog friday night and just had some stuff on my mind. There were already a few inches of snow on the ground and the snow was still coming down heavily in large flakes. I stood by a tree in my front yard just by the street light. The road that runs in front of my house, which is usually fairly busy, was still and quiet. I watched as the snow caught the light from the streetlights as it fell and I couldn't help but stand in awe of the beauty of it. My street, which is normally filled with various cars and mismatched houses (some with very unkept yards), looked pristine in its newly found veil. You couldn't see anything but a perfect, spotless, blanket of white. And it painted me this picture of grace.
How much are we like that street? Some of us have big houses with perfectly manicured lawns while others are struggling to keep the inside of their houses together, let alone keep up the outside. But no matter how clean and perfect we might think our lives are, nothing compares to that stark white canvas. No matter how dirty we think we are or how far away from beautiful we may feel, the snow covers it all up.
Grace covers us like that snow covered the street. The snow doesn't choose what it covers; it just falls where it falls. God doesn't judge what our lives look like when we ask Him to cover us. He covers us in spite of what we are. He sees the beauty, the potential of what we could become if we allow ourselves to be covered in His grace. No matter how broken we are, that grace is more than enough to cover us and fill any holes we may have, like the snow filling and covering all the blemishes of a weather worn road.