I wish I had one solid thing to write about. But I don't. I wish these random things I am about to say would make your life better. But they won't. I wish I could say that I am not just writing all this so that you can see my new blog design. But I am. So, without further adieu, here are the random things I want to journal about which may or may not mean anything to you. I hope you at least like my blog's new background.*
1. My favorite part about my job is quite possibly catching up on all the latest 3rd grade relationship drama. So stinking adorable and intensely entertaining. But I'm done trying to give advice. I almost died when Ashlyn said, "You've never had a boyfriend, and I have and I am only 9...so..." Ha! Before I could tell her that since I am twice her age I may just be able to help anyways, she said "Well, we only dated for an hour, then for some reason we broke up." Yeah. Maybe I could offer some wisdom, after all. In case you are curious, her two best friends are dating, and she is currently mediating between the two of them to find out if they still like each other. And you'll never believe what Katie did during the movie last week...she tried to hold Paxton's hand. Can you see why I love my job?
2. I had a breakthrough last night. If you don't have those big yellow "dish-washing" gloves, doctor's gloves will work just fine. Don't have a random box of latex gloves in your home? I can help with that.
3. I would like to share the three reasons I have no right to judge anyone: a) I have a collection of construction nails from walking in my neighborhood. I have to stop dancing or running to pick them up, but I'm rescuing cars from flat tires. A pretty noble cause, I think. b) I have a towel in my car to lay out on the sidewalk when I get to Ashlyn's bus stop early. The other day a woman stopped, rolled down her car window, and said, "You should go ahead and get your sun bathing suit on." Nope. I draw the line there. c) I was walking alone the other day and when a creepy truck drove by I had a fake conversation with a fake person on my iPod. Because if I am on a fake phone they wouldn't take me, right?
4. Speaking of talking to people, I am so sad that I am traveling alone tomorrow. I LOVE to travel, but alone? Who in Sam's hill am I going to talk to? I can't listen to my iPod because I'll be temped to dance. I can't talk to the person next to me on the plane, because I get annoyed when others talk to me on planes. I guess I will just have to be quiet until the flight attendant asks me what I want to drink.
5. And finally, let me tell you about my new love: Strong's Bible Concordance. It allows me to look up the Hebrew or Greek definition for specific words in specific verses. I'll share the one Jesus has powerfully been ministering to my heart with.
Jeremiah 17:7 (HCSB)
Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence indeed is the LORD.
The Hebrew word for confidence here is mibtach (there is supposed to be a little ^ above the "a", but I have no idea how to do that...). It means refuge, security, assurance, confidence, trust, and hope. It speaks of the act of confiding, the object of confidence, and the state of confidence/security. I was in love with this verse before I knew the Hebrew behind "confidence" and now I just love it even more! Here is how I now read it:
Blessed am I when I trust the LORD, when HE is the object of my confidence.
No one else. Nothing else. Oh, Lord, would you teach us to let You alone be the object of our confidence.
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