I HATE MOVING!
i'm sick of it. i really hate switching homes every three months. this needs to stop, it takes too much of a toll on my emotions.
i hate moving.

ma belle evangeline

dear evangeline,
today is the day you were born. may 22nd. you may not know this, but you have changed our lives completely. your beautiful little face is the most amazing thing i have ever seen. you are so important! God has big plans for you, little one. i can't wait to see who you grow up to be! you've got a long way to go, though. i am counting down the days until i can meet you. sunday, monday, tuesday- and finally, the big day- wednesday! four whole days, i am so excited, four days seems like forever. you have only been alive for a few hours already captured so many hearts! you are so special. precious little girl, you my dear, have big things ahead of you. i am so excited to teach you and watch you learn and grow! before we know it you will be crawling, and then walking and talking, and then reading and i just cant wait! just so you know little girl, i will always be here for you. always, always, always.
i love you, little one.

end of the semester craziness.

over-caffeinated brain
         +
library lockdown
         +
amazing procrastination abilities
         +
endless chapels
         +
very messy room
         +
lack of food
         +
many frequent status updates

     equals?

one hot mess.

sometimes it's hard to remember that God has more for me.
but i need to remember exactly that.
i don't "deserve" better, but i have confidence that He wants the best for me.
He knows what i need.

Lord, help me wait for your will. show me who i am through your eyes. show me my faults and show me my weaknesses. show me the gifts that you've given me and show me the woman that you created me to be.  and help me use these things for your glory alone.

O LORD, Deliver My Life

O LORD, rebuke me not in your anger,
   nor discipline me in your wrath.
Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am languishing;
    heal me, O LORD, for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is greatly troubled.
   But you, O LORD— how long?



Turn, O LORD, deliver my life;
   save me for the sake of your steadfast love.
For in death there is no remembrance of you;
   in Sheol who will give you praise?


I am weary with my moaning;
   every night I flood my bed with tears;
   I drench my couch with my weeping.
My eye wastes away because of grief;
   it grows weak because of all my foes.


Depart from me, all you workers of evil,
   for the LORD has heard the sound of my weeping.
The LORD has heard my plea;
   the LORD accepts my prayer.
All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;
   they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.

-Psalm 6