Jesus loves me. JESUS loves me. Jesus LOVES me. Jesus loves ME.
So much of me is consumed as of late by this truth. I'm tired of telling people to wake up, snap out of it, grow up, straighten up, etc. If we really understood what it means that Jesus loves us, everything would change. My attitude for so long has been one of turning the money-changers tables, and I realize that there are times for that. But the overwhelming theme of the New Testament is love, not annoyance, not anger. We love because He first loved us. I have wanted to take action instead of being a reaction. hmmm. so much to ponder.

Ladies and gentlemen, Jesus loves you.

I know that going to England for the weekend sounds fantastic and romantic...but it wasn't. It was incredible and it couldn't have gone better, but it wasn't full of seeing great sites and inspiring situations. I sat with friends, talked, danced, tried haggis, told stories. It was refreshing...and actually, come to think of it, I was inspired. I wrote for the first time in a long time. I mean... I write everyday but it wasn't required and it wasn't a blog that won't ever get published (though it may be one day). It was two pages of soul overflow and I liked it, something I can't say for much/any of my writing. I'm sure it will be short-lived and in a week or so I will want to destroy it for fear that I may die and someone else will read it. yes. come to think of it... I think I'll go burn it now. Thank you, Anne Lamott for the knowledge that I'm not alone in my mental illnesses.

I'm back but I'm not writing much if I can't publish...My life is one big test-run...except not...wow. Jet-lag is not your friend.

Does it work in England? I made it. I'm in a different country for the weekend. Beauty.

Test run from home...

It worked! It worked! I'm yet again in the computer lab at school. At least it works from here!

well, it's 2 in the morning and I just caught up on a couple days of everyone else's blogs. I must say, I'm rather perturbed at the fact that mine won't work. I have about 900 things to do before I actually get to sleep but I thought I'd try yet again to "Post and Publish."

My dear friend Julianne is here. It's been two days and we've played WhirlyBall, been to the Mavs game, had a tour of downtown Dallas and Ft. Worth, made her eat steak, met with another Capernwray friend, scared people at Grapevine lake and talked about everything from MaryKate and Ashley to the end times. Now she's napping and I'm blogging before the festivities of this evening begin. I love sharing experiences with people. Caperwray kind of seems like one huge inside joke that no one understands, (though secretly I think they all want to be part of it).
I think that friendships usually last, as long as you're making good memories with the person. When you stop making memories and just talk about the past, you know the relationship is in big trouble. So I'm thrilled that she's here and we're making new memories and discussing the old ones. o happy day