You alone, Oh Lord, make me dwell in safety;

My friend, and now coworker is really sick, guys. He was sickish last Friday, he looked horrible last Tuesday and now he's bleeding internally. He lost 8 pounds in as little as two days. The doctors don't know what it is. He's been to the hospital, and he really should be in there now, but he can't sleep so his parents took him out. They're checking for cancer now. Cancer?

And this kid is awesome. Everybody at work likes him. He's 16, so healthy, so athletic. He did beach lifeguard training, first responder training and all that. And if you don't know, that course is insane. It's hard. I couldn't do it. He's a good kid, too. He's really nice, and he always smiles, even when another coworker is treating him unfairly. I love working with him.

So, if you're reading this, you are the resistance.

No wait.

I mean, if you're reading this, please pray.

(Psalm 4:8) "I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, oh Lord, make my dwell in safety."

You make it out like you're the only innocent one;

Everybody else is wrong and you do nothing wrong. And I listen, and you think I'm getting it.
But honestly, it's hard for me to believe a word you say.

This is what you were made for;

So I watched a video tonight with an abortion survivor (Gianna Jessen) speaking about her experiences. And although she said many, many amazing things, I'm going to take some of her quotes "out of context" really fast and use them to my own advantage. ;)
"Men. You were born for greatness.... What kind of man do you want to be? A man obsessed with your own glory, or a man obsessed with the glory of God?"
I love this. I know in our culture women love to beat men down, myself included. I also know that men, from the beginning of time, have not been living up to their gift of greatness. Greatness, to some of you, means nothing more than wanting to be the biggest fish in the pond. Greatness–in God's eyes, in the only eyes that matter–is being obsessed with His glory. And also, to protect and fight for the women in your life, to honor them and not to abuse them in words or in actions.
"Women... you were made to be fought for, forever."
Women, so many of us have forgotten what beauty it is when we are fought for! Not fought over, fought for. To be protected, to be reminded what value and worth we have as daughters of a King. To be defended by the guardians God made for us. This is love! What love God has for us in that he gave us a much more powerful partner to be the strength and the leader that I know I personally can't be. You were not made to beat yourself down, nor were you made to lower the men in your life below the standard God has already set for them.

"If you think I'm a fool";

"That's just another jewel in my crown. My whole intent in living here is to make God smile."

-Gianna Jessen, Abortion Survivor

I could've sworn;

I could've sworn I swept up those lovebugs.
I could've sworn I didn't love you.
I could've sworn I did the dishes.
I could've sworn I had it so good.
I could've sworn those lane lines fit last time.
I could've sworn I'd understand.
I could've sworn I made cookies.
I could've sworn he was all right yesterday.
I could've sworn my laptop was here a second ago.
I could've sworn I knew what to do.
I could've sworn my cell phone was charged five minutes ago.

I loved her first;

I loved her first
I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew that the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But it's still hard to give her away
I loved her first.


I don't think my Dad likes country, but I wanna play this at my wedding anyway.


Daddy, I loved you first. <3

How do you even get that adorable to me? <3

I say it doesn't matter;

I lie.

Secret #16;

Dear Empathy;

(OhHey!)Warning: You're not going to understand this post. Just saying. Unless you're a) a girl. And b) exactly like me, you're not going to get what I'm saying.
It's a ramble.
So be prepared.


So, I have discovered that I'm somewhat of an empath. A bad one, to be sure, but I am. What the heck is an empath, you ask? Ahem, definition time: Empath (n.) "An individual marked by an acute sensitivity to the feeling of others". Interesting no? No, Phoebe, this is stupid. No, I have a reason for this, really. (Okay, maybe not. Maybe I'm trying to figure this out and this post is the only way I have of doing that.)


So, the good sides to being an empath: Well one is that I can relate to people, most of the time. Even if I've never been through the exact same thing, being able to pick up on emotions and stress almost makes me feel like I have, if that makes any sense.
Also, I can tell when enough is enough. Example: Jokes. Sometimes they go too far and the person really does get offended. I usually drop off or try to change the subject if I see that happening.
Strong emotions, I pick up on very quickly. It's how I've made my closest friends.


And the bad: I allow everything to influence my own emotions and stress. This is why I'm not a good empath. Every emotion that gets filtered through my seemingly hard shell hits my ravaged brain and oops! I start feeling exactly how the person I just talked to is feeling. If they don't like a certain person, I start having doubts about that person too. If they are feeling depression, bad things ensue.(This latter part is especially dangerous to me. You know what I'm talking about.) This is why I'm attracted (like, as in, attracted attracted) to guys who can cool their emotions, at least more than I can.

But I think the good outweigh the bad. (Supposedly I'm a good lover and/or friend for life? But literally crushed if my trust is abused. According to stuff I read about empaths anyway. Interesting.)


I just took up a whole post talking about myself. I feel conceited now. Awesome.