April 27, 2013
Come at me,

Saturday. Laying everything else aside and saying, “What can I do for you?”

Up at the butt crack of dawn only to have plans changed, so beginning that intensive study of Romans until I have a coffee date with two halfway house residents. A barbecue, running with friends, riding bike to and fro, and a potential karaoke-on-the-lake excursion await me on this bright day (so long as I keep pushing back the “you’re not doing anything good pertaining your future right now” thoughts [save those for the weekdays]).

10:53am
April 24, 2013
"The modern philosopher had told me again and again that I was in the right place, and I still felt depressed even in acquiescence. But I had heard that I was in the wrong place, and my soul sang for joy like a bird in spring."

— Orthodoxy, GK Chesterton

7:49pm
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Filed under: chesterton heavenbound 
April 23, 2013
Spring feels like

déjà vu.

12:43am
April 20, 2013
Perfectly

great days interrupted with bigger and bigger blows.

From the highest mountain top to the lowest valley. Never alone. Never too low. But always a hard knock. One after another.

In moments like this I understand maybe just part of why so-and-so had to leave and why I’m single. I’m weak. There have been so many times in the past month where things have fallen apart and broken my heart that I know only all too well that I’d be hiding in the wrong place.

I still don’t get why this is happening. I don’t understand why we have to lose [what feels like] everything piece by piece.

I can’t wait for Heaven and it can’t come soon enough: the day when all things will be set right and we’ll be right where we’ve always wanted to be.

7:14pm
April 20, 2013

2:34pm
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April 20, 2013

2:33pm
April 17, 2013
Man Repeller

really inspires me. I am feeling compelled to make an old pair of overall shorts, which were originally thrifted for a VBS hoedown, work this summer.

11:33am
April 15, 2013
This is the first

national tragedy that has ever struck me to the heart. Running on a high after watching Tim and company finish strong, my stomach sank as I flicked on the treadmill television to see an unrecognizable crowd being wheelchaired, carried, and stretched out in a frenzy of neon.

The marathon. The Boston Marathon.

I may be biased, but runners are the nicest, most honest, helpful people in the world. Rivalries are rare—we are more interested in encouraging fellow athletes and those who think they can’t be an athlete. Comrades, not foes. Running is joy. We run for health, for fun, for community, for spirituality—to feel.

And then this. The pinnacle of the celebration of running becomes a mess of blood, fear, and questions.

Why ya gotta mess with the happiest people on earth? They will rise even stronger.

9:39pm
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April 15, 2013
My first and probably last wedding dress alteration. Originally it had a zipper running to the top, but she needed 6” around the bust and chest…so wa-la, shorter zipper and corset closure with a panel.

My first and probably last wedding dress alteration. Originally it had a zipper running to the top, but she needed 6” around the bust and chest…so wa-la, shorter zipper and corset closure with a panel.

1:54pm
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April 14, 2013
I run because somehow completely exhausting myself is the most relaxing part of my day.

I run because somehow completely exhausting myself is the most relaxing part of my day.

10:36pm
April 14, 2013
I fully intend to be puking up cookie dough in the back of the room in approximately one hour.

I fully intend to be puking up cookie dough in the back of the room in approximately one hour.

3:20pm
April 13, 2013

So excited to watch the Boston Marathon tomorrow morning. If my legs weren’t so sore already, I would go for a second run. Maybe later.

T. Meier even made an article on Runner’s World (#6). Half of my motivation comes from that guy.

7:32pm
April 10, 2013
Looking for something

specific in my Paris journal and I came across a funny incident (well, actually, I’m finding there are a lot of them): I went up and before I could explain my situation she snobbishly pointed up at the sign above the window and said, “This is information. I cannot help you.”

11:44pm
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April 10, 2013

Job transitions are awkward.

4:00pm
April 10, 2013
Hemmed bottom and using the scraps to make cap sleeves.

Hemmed bottom and using the scraps to make cap sleeves.

1:37pm
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