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Last night, something happened that made me realize just how blessed I am –in several ways. I moved into my dorm at my dream school Wednesday and so far I like it. I really do, but it’s definitely been an adjustment. Overnight, I went from being an only child to having a roommate (two roommates come Sunday) and several other housemates. I’m having to get used to all the comings and goings, the awkward feeling of knowing that at any given moment while you’re preparing to take a shower someone could walk in on you, and sleeping in a new bed. It’s really NOT that bad, but sometimes I tend to complain. Especially when I start to feel overwhelmed. So, when I got into my boyfriend’s truck last night I was still a little overwhelmed. During the course of our conversation I made the statement, “I’m just tired. Ugh. Having to sleeping on that thing I have to call a bed now is rough.” I didn’t think about what I said when I said it, but my boyfriend’s response hit me hard. In that gentle w

  Yes. I am blogging on Thanksgiving. Yes. I realize that no one is probably going to read this today because it is Thanksgiving and most people have already posted their annual “Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I’m thankful for…” status on Facebook and now intend to shun social media while they spend time with the turkey and dressing –I mean- Aunt Pearl and Uncle Roger. Family… Yes. Ahem. ;) Anyway, when I read all the “thankfulness” statuses this morning (when I logged on to post my own) my mind couldn’t help but wander over to James 1:17. So… Instead of posting a “thankfulness” status, I posted that verse because it honestly doesn’t matter whether or not you’re thankful if you don’t keep in mind who you’re thankful to. I hope that’s proper English. It sounds weird. Anyway… Sometimes, I think we’re aware that we’re “thankful” for the things that we have, yet we tend to forget about where they come from: Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down

Have you ever known someone that’s just awkward ? They don’t mean to be. They don’t want to be. They try NOT to be, but despite their best efforts, they just are . Folks, I am that someone. I am as awkward as the days are long. I used to see this awkwardness as a curse, but the longer I live with it, the more I’ve come to embrace it. Let’s be real, here. People like me make people who aren’t awkward laugh –and considering that I like to make people laugh, I think it’s worth it.   Of course, being “wonderfully awkward” (as my friend described me) has its obvious disadvantages. Plus, I have this theory… I can’t believe I’m actually blogging about this, but why not? Y’all, I am almost twenty, single, and (lately) worried about how I’m going to manage being a Crazy Cat Lady when I don’t like cats. I’ll probably just tweak it to Crazy Dog Lady to keep up with the awkward theme. That works, right? Anyway, I used to spend a shameful amount of time trying to figure out why I’m almost

  Alright. I'm pretty sure some of you read the title of this post and bristled immediately. "My Mama always told me to never judge a book by it's cover! Judging is bad and..." Yeah, yeah... I know. If it makes you feel better, this post is mostly just for laughs. Mostly. There's actually a lot of truth to what I'm saying here, though. So bear with me. Week before last, I was blessed to be able to attend a wonderful Christian camp  in Mississippi. As an almost-twenty single girl, I'd be lying if I told you that I was so focused on Jesus that I didn't even notice the population of nice, godly men there. Of course that wasn't my main focus and God really moved in my life while I was there, but let's be real. I was aware that there were some good guys floating around. Now, let me just say this. I am a picky person when it comes to relationships and I am not ashamed to say it. I have high standards. I don't just want a boyfriend. I w