Avoiding Relationship Suicide.

I've never been one to really want to be in a relationship. Yeah, over the past few years I've liked a few people, but the whole idea of dating just didn't sound all that interesting to me. It's not because I have one of those "GAH! Dating is evil!" -type of attitudes, I just haven't found someone who I believe I could have an ideal relationship with. All the guys I know are either too much of a brother to me, too douchey, or they just didn't love Jesus (that needs to come before me to them).

So, just recently I've noticed that a good majority of my very dear friends are in relationships or they're about to be and almost every time I checked facebook, someone was in a new relationship, and I started to get a little frustrated about it. I didn't tell anyone that, but good ole' mother can read me like a book and could tell. So, this past Sunday we were in the car and I started talking about my best friend and her boyfriend (they celebrated their one year of dating last month-isn't that cute?!) And I started going on about how precious I think that they are together and about how I just love the two of them together, and basically just how perfect they are for each other. (People go on rants by complaining about things, I go on rants about how much I love people)

So, as I'm talking to my mother about my best friend she said to me, "You deserve that too, you know." (I hadn't even said anything about that, but like I said, mom can read me like a book). "I know you've been really frustrated lately that everyone around you is dating someone and you're not. But God's got a really wonderful man in store for you who will treat you like the princess you are." And I started to cry. My mother is wonderful.

People often ask me why I don't date, I'm avoiding relationship suicide by not just dating any ole' guy that comes my way. God's got someone better for me, no idea when it's going to come, but he'll come and he'll treat me like I'm a beautiful princess. Yeah, this whole waiting thing DOES get really annoying and it often makes me feel really upset, but like I said, I'm avoiding relationship suicide. :)

Love love love love love!

Hey there folks! It's been awhile since I've posted something, life's been pretty crazy lately. I've been checking the blogs I usually follow-then I realized I haven't posted on my own in quite some time. So-I'm back guys!

I've been thinking a lot about God's love lately, and just how BIG it is. I think about how blessed I am and gi-hugic His love for ME is, but then I thought about something-He's got the same amount of love for everyone. I mean, there's 6,964,860,174 people in the world as of September 27th at nighttime (I just googled it-try it-whe you find the page click F5, the number increases every few seconds) and just think about alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll that love He's got. It's like the concept of infinity- impossible to wrap my brain around. That's A LOT of love.

Optimism.

I'm such an optimist. Get Happy! It's a great day to be alive!

Concert time.

Last night I went to the Maroon 5/Train/Gavin Degraw concert. It. was. fan.tas.tic. I sang along with almost all of the songs (resulting in me not having a voice this morning), I got to spend the evening with some crazy amazing people (!), and Adam Levine is beautiful.
But, the concert itself is not why I'm making this post. (Even though it was AMAZING!) This post is about this song. My mom was talking about her being proud of me with my decision to not have sex until I'm married, and at the end of the concert, they did this song and it made me think of what my mom had said.
It may not be now, it may not even happen ten years from now, but one day, I will be loved. I'm already loved by God and by my friends and family, but one day I will be LOVED by THE ONE. And, since I'm a cryer, I got choked up during this song.
I will be loved. I will be loved by that someone special who I will one day give my full self to, because he's the only person I want to be with. I may not even know this man yet, but that's okay. I'm pretty patient :)

Amelia Island.

This post is going to be short and un-poetic/theological/etc like most of my posts are. But, however, I'M GOING TO AMELIA ISLAND ON FRIDAY! I'm so excited! We're celebrating my best friend's sweet 16! I've never been there before, but the pictures I've seen are beautiful and plus, it's "Amelia" Island. "Amelia" is my favourite name! My first daughter is going to be named Amelia Blair, so how could Amelia Island be anything but schmazing?

Judas.

Judas. I have a love/hate feeling for Judas. Love because if he hadn't done what he did, Jesus wouldn't have died on the cross. Hate because of betrayal. But out of all of that, Jesus loved him anyway. I mean really, HOLY CRAP. Jesus loved Judas, and He knew that he was going to betray him.
I haven't seen this particular person since school let out, but said person made me angry almost everyday. Now I thankfully don't have to see said person's face on a daily basis, but sometimes I think about what they did and I just find myself getting angry again and filling with hate. Mom tells me all the time "Be Jesus, Emily." And tonight I realized that if Jesus can love someone he knew was going to betray him, then I should love someone that bothers me.

Vegetables and Snoodles

So, tonight I was babysitting two little boys and my brother and we decided to have a Veggietales marathon. I hadn't watched an episode of Veggietales in ages so watching them was almost like a trip down memory lane.
The second episode we watched was "A Snoodles Tale"-one that could've been written by Dr. Seuss. The little snoodle names Snoodle Doo was loaded down by all the harsh things that other people were saying (they painted pictures for him so he "wouldn't forget how dull he is") and the painting were in his sack and they weighed him down, so he ran away. He ran away to a cave and found a "strange snoodle" (GOD!) and He spoke to the little one and told him he was born to do great things for HE had created Snoodle Doo and that he was born to do great things. So, after removing the bad paintings from this sack, the big snoodle (GOD!) painted a picture of Snoodle Doo as a great and mighty snoodle. "I made you, you were born to do great things" he said to him. And then Snoodle Doo gave the big snoodle (GOD!) a painting of flowers that he had made earlier. "That's for my fridge!" the big snoodle told him.
So, Snoodle Doo went down and changed everyone's lives from what the big snoodle (GOD!) told him.
So, I have no idea how many times I said "snoodle" in this post, but it's important to me to get the whole story in. Lately, I'd been feeling down with college decisions and for some reason a few things from my past have been making me a little depressed. I don't know that I want to do yet school-wise and I'm feeling really pressured and weighed down (just like the snoodle!) and when the big snoodle was talking I felt like I was hearing God's voice telling me that I was born to do great things, and I started to cry. (This isn't the first time a veggietales has made me cry.) I talked to God and I felt like all my bad paintings were being torn from my backsack and I felt so relieved. And when the big snoodle said "That's for my fridge!" to the little snoodle I felt like that was God's way of telling me that He loves me so much that He wants everyone to see what I'm able to do.
Veggietales=you'd be surprised how life-changing they can be.