Skip to main content

Fill in the Blank Friday

1. My favorite quote is "Worrying does not empty tomorrow of it's troubles. It empties today of its strength"

2. A bad habit I have is I pick off my nailpoilish...I also I mumble and slouch (such poor posture I have!). I'm also a slooow eater and I leave little bits of food on my plate for "later". I'm sure my husband could come up with a lot more.

3. The first time I felt like a "grown up" was when I moved to Minnesota as a married person, and shared an apartment with a man - my husband. Also, holding my baby for the first time. I think I'll *really* feel "grown up" though once we officially own our first house.

4. Weekends are my favorite! Peter is home from work. We stay up late, sleep in and do fun things as a family. Date night usually happens on the weekend too. :)

5. When I was a child I wished my name was Jes. I always liked my name Jessica, but wished people would shorten it to Jes (or Jess). Only one person called me "Jess" while growing up (my Uncle from DE) - I loved it. Once I moved out, everyone called me Jess. Now when people call me Jessica, I think I'm either in trouble, my mom is calling me or the person doesn't know me well enough to call me by Jes. ;)

6. I wish
I were a millionaire. Then I would be able to visit friends and family, travel, give to charity/missions and live without worrying about going over budget. I'm not a lover of money, I'm just a hater of not having "enough" money.

7. A secret I have is I'm not a very good -OR- confidant driver. Okay, so maybe that's not really a secret to those who really know me. Moving to the Twin Cities and being around MN drivers has frightened me more than I would like to admit. After being in quite a few accidents as a kid/teenager...it's hard to lay those fears aside. I *really* want to get better though this Spring/Summer - maybe take some classes. So yeah, the secret is out.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

My favorite flower. The peony.

The peony is my favorite flower. They have always held a special place in my heart. For as long as I can remember, they've grown in my childhood backyard. My mom has a plant from the house I was born in, their current house - the house I grew up in - and a plant from my Great-Grandma. As kids, we would watch in awe as the ants crawled over the peony buds, almost willing them to open. It was a chore getting those little suckers off once the flowers were ready to be cut and brought into the house. But it was worth the effort.

My dad has always commented that the flowers smell like old lady perfume. Haha!  I still think of that when I bring the blooms up to my nose for a whiff of Spring. They're such a romantic flower. I wanted them for my bridal bouquet, but they had already stopped blooming by the time June 3rd rolled around. So sad.

Apartment living was dreary for me when it came to flowers. No lilacs, tulips or peonies. When we moved to our current house, I was …

We are His portion and He is our prize...

I've had this song in my head for a few days now. I love Kim Walkers voice and the passion that she portrays in this song. McMillan did a wonderful job in writing this song, the lyrics are so profound and encouraging and...different (the "sloppy wet kiss" part makes me smile). I especially love the first part of this song...

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.



He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all

Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves …

Be Still, My Soul. Remembering...

My first post of 2014.

Looking back on my last post, I'm overwhelmed with many emotions. It was the last post before our world was turned upside down, before the cold weather hit hard, before doctor visits became our norm. Before Halloween, Thanksgiving, my 30th birthday, Christmas and New Years. Looking back at the title of that post, I'm struck with how appropriate it was for the rest of the year. I tried to blog a few times since October 13th. But I never got to the point where I felt like I could publish. I had a million and one thoughts constantly tumbling around in my tiny mind. Writing helped to unload it, but just like it is with my trusty old dishwasher, there's always dirty dishes to take the place of the clean ones and I found myself overwhelmed and overcome with both good and bad...clean and dirty. My brain has felt like mush since October. Add holidays, getting sick, taking care of sickies, being the strong one, being the brave one, being the hea…