Libby

One of my dearest friends had her first baby earlier this month. I drove up to Greenville yesterday to get to meet our newest friend. Its so surreal to hold the baby of one of your oldest friends. I could tell right away, Logan had somehow just turned into a mom. Crazy. Meet Elizabeth Jolene Chandler or Libby. She is beautiful:)

Dang Henri

I have a literary crush on Henri Nouwen. No joke. Every single thing he writes, literally goes straight to my heart. Boom. Every time. 


I read this today:


"Self rejection is the greatest enemy of the spiritual life because it contradicts the sacred voice that calls us the "beloved." Being the beloved expresses the core truth of our existence."


Just some light reading for you.. I think I may have posted this excerpt before, but it gets me every time.  I think in some way or another, we each have to deal with some type of rejection.  I've been thinking about this a lot lately.  Its easy to see plain old rejection from other people or what not (still sucks the same), but I think self rejection is a real Biotch.  Probably because its all inward and you don't have to actually tell anyone about it. I used to prefer these type situations.  Not to be weird, but if no one could notice something, then you could pretty much act like it doesn't happen. Yeah... Until you have an epic meltdown. In your car. Alone. And have to call your best friend and start talking at rapid speeds until they notice that something could be wrong.  And then you finally succumb to the hot mess express..  It's very healthy.... Great logic...


In our Bible study, we've been learning how important it is to recognize things that we've kept in the dark and out of God's time and then figuring out how to bring them into the light and back into God's time. Redemptive time.  I'll be honest, its hard to practice what you preach, but we have to start somewhere.  As terrible as it could possibly be, it has to be better than nasty junk festering in the dark.. Right?  Just a thought for you on this rainy Thursday.


Peace Out.


FYI- this is just rando info and etc.  Im not plummeting down a one way tunnel of self rejection.  Just to clear the air.. Ha. 


If you want to read this book its called Life of the Beloved by Henri Nouwen.  I suggest buying it ASAP.

People of the Bridge: please don't touch me

So I have been jogging and walking lately.  Less jogging, more walking, but jogging nonetheless.  Any ways. I decided to move this train to the bridge the other day.  I was coming up the worst part. (Keep in mind, I am extremely freakish about exercising. In public. I've just gotten used to the gym, so this was a vulnerable step).  So I'm coming up the steepest part. Dropping word bombs under my breathe because it would collapse my lungs if I actually said them out loud.  So I'm running/very slowly jogging up the hill. It's all I can do to not throw myself off the bridge. I hit my goal and slow to a walk.  Right then, Queen Latifah (or her doppleganger) is right in front of me, in her spandex and zebra top.  She gets right in front of me and starts giving me an Olympic pep talk.  "You got this girl. You got this. Don't you give up. Pace yo self" And then she gives me a high five (and I swear she wanted to good game my butt.) Let me just say- I am not a fan of that. At all. One, we are strangers. Two, I knew I had it. Even though I looked like death and destruction, I was all good.  I mean, she did not look like she was Marion Jones or anything.  Let's talk about the high five. To most that is nothing.  But, clearly she thought I was dying and on the verge of quitting (which was not the case).  The high five brought about some exercise humility... So I just got flustered. And self conscious.  I made it to the second tower and turned around. And there she was. I began to panic inside. Shit. Now she wants to chat. No mam. I cant be doing this.  So I just started jogging. Right past her. She did make me high five her again. As soon as I got around the tower where she couldn't see I down shifted to a nice walk....

On the way down it was super windy.  Eliza drove by and beeped.  I lifted my arms to wave back.  Well, up went my shirt. Got tangled in my hat. And I managed to flash the Ravenel Bridge and its lucky inhabitants.  There just so happened to be three men and a baby (For real( coming right up in front of me. Awesome.  Winning.