Thaswasup

Happy Saturday Littles!

Toaster oven tortilla pizza!

Why I kicked FB to zee curb

<p>I got rid of my Facebook Thursday night. </p>
<p>God really broke me @ my young adults bible study. He made it very clear to me, that I am taking by force, through fb, that which he wants to give me, by His loving grace, in His perfect timing. <br>
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It really, for me, in my Christian walk, comes down to trust. <br>
Through fb I sought comfort from others, adoration, approval, love, a sense of control...the list goes on.</p>
<p>So did I trust God enough to let go of that, and say, "You supply my hearts deepest needs. You only can satisfy my longings. I can no longer look for that in Facebook. I trust you."
I do. I know my Lord. He is a good good God. He is faithful when I am not. He that is in me is greater than I ever hope to be. He is my great provider. My healer, my help in times of need. My beauty. My love.

I will trust only in you Lord Jesus.

For your ultimate glory.

litterally....dancing the night away.

The evidence

Pictured: Nic, Kendall (front) Christian ( back), me, Gaston, my girl, Jackie, and our boss and friend, Casey.

I love these folks....

Gaston and Nic.

Two of my favorite people to work with are moving away to college.

It's with sadness that I bid them farewell.

We had a blast doing it though :)

We met for sushi and dancing at a local fantastic lil shack called Roe.

Amazing Sushi. Fantastic friends, not just co workers, speeches, high heels, giddy childish goofy fun.

I love my life.

my friends and I danced till 1230am.

dancing frees me.

brings me back to earth.

As made famous by todays letters

Check this out lil homies....

Yuppp

Im gonna see this man tonight

Summer treasures!

Bruchetta!!

Here are some photos of a simple tomato, basil, garlic and olive oil mix. Perfect summer combo.

Step one: Cut slit @ top of fresh washed, small tomatoes, & empty insides. Discard. Cut off stem

Step two: chop washed, fresh basil, and garlic.

Step three: combine all, throw in a bit of salt and evoo. Smash & mix a bit. lightly toast your favorite bread, top & enjoy!

Me and the woobie cave.

I am not tradtionally an "introvert." Whatever that really means...i have always needed time to myself to process & regroup, but I adore being with people & having adventrues. But lately, I've been VEEEERY to "myself" & sunday, after church I hit a very emotional, draining, scary wall of hoplessness, dreary sadness.

My divorve is final. The papers came in the mail Friday. I knew what it was before I opened it and I. felt. nothing.
It scared me how little I felt. I really thought, before I got the papers, that I'd feel something when I finally got them. But nothing came. no feeling of finality, no feelings of freedom,  no saddness. But I have been feeling feelingless....about this issue. Is that a feeling? No apathy. I care, I wish I felt more.

So Sunday I built a woobie cave. A fort of sorts.  I tied together two, soft, lightweight, airy, stripped blankets from Mexico hung them above my roomates lovesak™. I hid it in.  I need a fort, a teepee of dreams, a place I can regroup and relearn who I am. I hung jewles and gold rick rack from the top, so I can have something pretty to stare up @. I just needed somewhere to hide, somewhere to process. I feel, so much better.