Guilty Pleasure

So....since I have to work so early on Saturday mornings I usually stay home Friday nights to rest up. Which HAPPENS to be the night my guilty pleasure comes on

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!!!!GHOST ADVENTURES!!!!

 These guys are so awesome. They are basically complete dorks (and one guy who thinks he's all that) and they chase ghosts and when they encounter something the words "DUDE!" and "OMG" ring throughout the location.

  It's entirely too fun to watch

i have no clue why I love this show so much

"We decided we needed an adrenaline rush before the Lockdown...

so we decided to get in a pink boat"

 So these guys join me on my friday nights. 

And now i have friends who actually watch this show! Which is nice. 

Making fun of them with my brother and sister was getting a bit old.

So there is my guilty pleasure. The show that most don't like to admit they like. But these boys continue to amuse and entertain me.

i lurve them!

v(^_^)

(ok! it's back on! yay!)

Glory

"What is the glory of God? It is who God is. It is the essence of his nature, the weight of his importance, the radiance of his splendor, the demonstration of his power, and the atmosphere of his presence. God's glory is the expression of his goodness and all his other intrinsic, eternal qualities"

-- Rick Warren Purpose Driven Life

Morning Solace by plague rat on Deviant ARt

That reminded me of a verse from  a Phil Wickham song (surprise surprise) called "Beautiful"

I see Your face in every sunrise
The colors of the morning are inside Your eyes
The world awakens in the light of the day
I look up to the sky and say

You're beautiful

I don't know why....oh well. God is creative, beautiful, love, radiant, powerful, and just plain AMAZING. 

I truly love being amazed by Him each and every day.

I have mail.....from you.

"I turn on my computer. I wait patiently as it connects. I go online. My breath catches in my chest until I hear 3 little words, "You've got mail." I hear nothing, not a sound on the streets of New York. Just the beat of my own heart. I have mail...from you.” -- You've Got Mail

Getting mail is a lovely thing. When you get junk mail day in and day out and then one day your heart skips a beat when you see something that looks nothing like junk mail. It's a postcard! Your face wears a massive smile all the way up the stairs to read and enjoy. And in my case text the person "I GOT YOUR POSTCARD!!!!! LOVE!!!!" but that's just me 

v(^_^)

Love the Way You Lie

I don't like any of these songs (except Dynamite...never heard that one) BUT I LOVE this song....

oddly enough

You are who you are for a reason.....

This poem is exactly what I needed today

You are who you are for a reason.
You're part of an intricate plan.
You're a precious and perect unique design,
Called to God's special woman or man.

You look like you look for a reason.
Our God made no mistake.
He knit you together with the womb,
You're just what He wanted to make



The parents you had were the ones He chose,
And no matter how you may feel,
They were custom designed with God's plan in mind,
And they bear the Master's seal.

No, that trauma you faced was not easy.
And God wept that it hurt you so;
But it was allowed to shape your heart
So that into His likeness you'd grow.

You are who you are for a reason.
You've been formed by the Master's rod.
You are who you are, Beloved,
Because there is a God!

Written By Russell Kelfer

And She Remains

(Wrote this after my breakup of the last boy i dated...sad thing is....it still rings true)

And She Remains...

He picked her up
Her cover was appealing
Attractive even
She seemed interesting
Her words inviting
He began to read
Savoring her words
Dreaming of the places she took him
Escaping his world to be lost in hers
He reread passages
Marked those he loved
He carried her with him
Went to her to pass the time
Brighten his day or just bask in her words
She was loved and cherished.
He read her cover to cover
Knew everything within her binding

He put her away
She had no more secrets
Her words held no surprises
She was put on the shelf
Tucked away into a tiny corner of his life
Kept in hopes of reliving the magic
And she remains, read by one
Never being loved by another

Happy Birthday Momma!

My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune. -- Graycie Harmon

Today is my mother's birthday. On this day in 1958 one of the funniest, most wonderful of women was born. I know everyone says they have the best mother in the world...and for some they do. But for me...mine is the best mother in the world. I am told countless times that I look like her and more often act like her. I wouldn't have it any other way. While most daughters are dreading to become like their mother I look forward to it, A LOT. I can think of no one I would rather be =)