Have fun storming the castle!

Reunion photo of (most of) the cast from my all-time favorite movie:

 

I might have to go watch the movie now...

Nice try, Monday

Mr. Monday Morning tried to get the better of me this morning. I emphasize the word tried.
My goal was to leave my apartment by 8:30. The snooze button is a good friend of mine so I was running a little behind schedule. I had everything I needed to take with me for the day sitting by the door so I wouldn't forget anything as I rushed out the door. And rush out the door I did, locking it quickly behind me. Only to realize that I didn't grab my keys off the hook before I shut the door.

So there I was, standing at the top of the stairs, hands full of everything I needed except my keys. My first thought was, "what are the chances that the friendly Realtor whose office is downstairs might happen to have a key to my apartment?" I ran downstairs to find out... chances not good. I did find out, however, that my landlord would be arriving in about thirty minutes. So I gave him a call to let him know I'd be waiting for him.


I went back upstairs and sat down on the floor. I think the general reaction to this circumstance would be one of anger/frustration/annoyance/insert-negative-emotion-here. Thankfully, my reaction was none of those things. You see, my gracious heavenly Father knew that this morning I would hit the snooze button two three five times. He knew that because I am a selfish, lazy human being, I would not make time to spend with Him before I left for work this morning. He also knew that, because I would be rushing to get out the door, I would lock my keys in my apartment. But God also knew that I would have these thirty minutes. My Bible was in my purse on the floor next to me, not sitting on the couch in my locked apartment where it usually is. I had no where to go for thirty minutes.
God gave me those thirty minutes to spend with Him.
So that's what I did.
He's good at what He does.

Just another Monday morning

Someone decided to Jackson Pollock my car last night. They could have at least picked a better color:

(Thanks, Dad, for helping me clean it off this morning!!)

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Lately, I've been thinking I might start blogging again.
Maybe.
We'll see.