You'll never be a vegetable... even artichokes have hearts

Do you know the part in the movie Amelie where they are saying what some of her favorite things to do are? One of them was to stick her fingers in the buckets of beans at farmers markets, I was thinking what were some of my favorite things. I'm sure most people wouldn't really think about it because they don't know what their favorite things are. Most may say watching movies. Well I know what some of my favorite things are and one of them came back to me as I was getting the mail the other day. I love going to the lost and found in churches and flipping through the left behind Bibles. I love to see at what part God touched them or spoke to them loud enough they needed to underline some of the alphabet. This is connected to me going to the mail box becuase I ordered a used book for a class and I just love going through it and seeing whoever owned this book before me caught their attention. I love seeing that at one point they stopped using a highlighter and used a pencil.. what happened to the highlighter? I love the book mark they left in it. It's a little distracting but... It's one of my favorite things...

Intelligent Input Darling

Another night of thoughts written down with a pen then typed up days later to share...

-Sometimes I like the voices you've given homeless people. The tone they use to say, "God Bless" when I offer a bag of cheddar sun chips.
-God's love I've come to realize is a different type of love than what I'm accustomed to
-Hopscotch should be in Ihop
-Kenny Rogers is behind us
-He's telling me to meditate on what he just said but I didn't hear what he just said...
-"Man can not stop the move of God"
-I love when people hum... it's beautiful sounding

Then something more worth your time
-The man speaking said something that really touched me. He said that once we learn to see beauty we'll be able to see it everywhere. He then mentioned soemthing about finding beauty in your husband eating breakfast. So I started thinking about my future husband eating breakfast. Will I be able to find beauty in him eating ceral? Will I be able to see God in him? What ceral is he eating? Would God eat that? My prayer now is that in the mundane times I'll be able to find the beauty of God in my husband and in my future children and find it in my present family that I've been given now.

prayercakes

We went to Ihop for the second time. We didn't stay for too long so here's a list of the randomness I wrote down.
-I often try to blink even when my eyes are already closed
-I can't get quick scrabble off my mind.
-If I do keep my eyes closed I can't see you :)
-I love the word manifest.
-Jesus commands attention
-I'm actually quite confused by handclaps. It's so small but yet sometimes it's a praise. All I have to do is put my hands together and I'm giving praise.
-If we declare prophecy in speech should I pay closer attention to the words coming out their mouth?
-Dear flute, I'm not sure how I feel about you yet.
-"We are like men who dream."
-He says 'Gawd' but it's cute Gawd
-Psalm 112 should probably be my home

This thought is built off of a thought of Alison
-Alison wrote a poem about an oak tree and I'm not sure if the tree was supppose to symbolize anything but one line she wrote read something like, 'I wonder how many people take in your beauty and never have a second thought about you.' But trees produce the air we breath so subconsciously we're thinking of those trees as we're equipped to think to inhale.This just goes back to my favorite Nooma video, Breath. He relates how God breathed into us and how the name Yahew was essiently sounds of breathing. So his question is the name of God breathing? Could you be saying anything? Say anything you want and I'll choose to hear the name of Jesus. So going back to referring to Alison's poem. We say we don't believe in this God or we question God and never give it a second thought. But truly we're subconsciously saying His name, thinking of Him.....

This room gets so small sometimes...

-If you've been reading my posts, I've talked a lot about being more naive in my outlook and faith. Although I'm pretty sure that Lizzie and Sarena are my only two readers... Anyways.. the other day I was reading in Matthew 18 and in the Message version verses 2-5 go like this. Jesus is talking to the disciples, "I'm telling you, once and for all, that unless you return to square one and start over like children, you're not even going to get a look at the kingdom, let alone get in. Whoever becomes simple and elemental again, like this child, will rank high in God's kingdom. What's more, when you receive the childlike on my account, it's the same as receiving me." It's a passage you read but need to read again and again.

-If I'm totally honest with myself what do I really value?
-I hate the routine of prayer requests and the sadness and often the complaining that comes from it.
-We talk too much.
-sometimes I sit next to strangers so it doesn't look like I came alone

Amongst the crowd a heart will break and a heart will mend

-the day I take time to pick out a shirt, do my hair, and pay careful attention to the way I apply make-up I gain the confidence I need to find that I'm beautiful. I look down to find coffee all over my shirt with no place to change... it's never about material things. Don't ever waste your time on it.. spend the extra time picking out your shirt, doing your hair, applying the make up you wear on your insides; your intestines, organs, and your soul.

-There are just certain songs you have to listen to with your eyes closed.

Love furiously..

"Today I shout Jesus into my heart.."

-Abercombie girl

I narrate my life as it happens..

I'm standing in the return line at Wal-Mart and a small girl, who's a little shorter than my waist is staring up at me. She's wearing princess shoes and a shirt that reads, 'Future Rock Star.' I decide that since she's a child and she's staring at me there's no need to avoid eye contact so I blankly stare at her. Both with no emotion on our faces we hold eye contact. She mouths something to me but I can't make it out or understand her. She eventually turns her face into her Mother's dress. As they're about to walk away she looks back at me and sings, "If you were wise, you'd listen to me." And I know this is just the Oompa Loompa song from Willy Wonka but it does just go back to my previous blog. I think I need to have a more childish naive outlook.


I'm terrible with punctuation....