Confession

I am guilty of the sin of lusting. I didn't mean to step into this awfulness. Yet, isn't that the way sin so often happens? A moment of weaknesses. One chance decision that places you into a situation where all of the sudden you find yourself weak at the knees, salivating in desire, your head spinning with promises so sweet.


It was so innocent. A flash of beautiful color. A twisty road covered by an arch of orange and gold leaves. "Sure, I'll just turn down this road here. The fall leaves are so lovely." And then I saw it. So charming, heartwarming, tempting. And all of the sudden I found myself searching online just to see more. And I find myself lusting.


This is my confession.


And this....the object of my lust:

An Irish Prayer

I ran across this today, and it made me laugh.

May those who love us, love us;
and those who don't love us,
may God turn their hearts;
and if He doesn't turn their hearts,
may he turn their ankles
so we'll know them by their limping.

My Saturday

I think I have after-wedding blues. My friends got married this weekend. It was busy. It was crazy. It was fun. It was beautiful. And it was sacred. Such a presence of God that was in that sanctuary as they took their vows, I've rarely felt in any wedding.

I am now exhausted...exhilerated because it went to well....but completely wiped out at the same time.

I thought I'd post a few of the pictures from the wedding. At this time I have a severe lack of pictures of the groom. Oh well. Us girls make for better pictures any ways! And I do have pictures of my groom, so that's more important--to me any ways!

Time for Tea

I have spent quite a bit of time over the last few months in preparations for a wedding of a dear friend of mine. While much of this has been planning and shopping, there were also a couple of showers that I was involved in.

The first shower I had very little to do with the actual planning and preperation of. It was a beautiful shower. Quite easily one of the prettiest I have ever been to.

The second shower was mine to plan as Matron of Honor. And of course it had to be a lingerie shower. Trying to hit a tricky balance between tasteful and fun with a lingerie shower can be very tricky. So I eventually decided to name it Afternoon Tea and Lingerie and went with a tea party theme.

Thanks to the help of a few other people (and a set of darling tea cups that I happened to pick around that time), the whole thing went excellently well! Just thought I’d share a few pictures of both showers with you.

Salt in a Wound

Have you ever had a cut or bruise where you just keep bumping or reopening it? You know, the paper cut that you just keep catching on something or the bruise that gets bigger because you just had to catch the same corner on your desk again (or in my case, again, again, and again because off of a dance floor, I'm a total klutz).

That's how I feel right now. Ever since we had our miscarriage three months ago, that wound just keeps getting reopened. First I find out that friends of mine are pregnant and I have to deal with the simultaneous joy for them and jealous and sorrow. Then I get to a point where I truly am just happy for them, and they have a miscarriage. And every time I hear that news, it breaks my heart again. Some of it is that I truly can empathize with them, but some of it is just that it's too close to my own pain right now and it reopens all those feelings and thoughts for me that were scabbing over.

How often can this happen? Apparently a lot. And really close together.

And then there's a side of me that just gets angry as I look at one woman I know who is pregnant and doing fine and has been very vocal about the fact that she didn't even want to have another baby. Or the kid who's been mowing our lawn trying to earn money to help support his very young, very pregnant girl who he knocked up.

Salt in the wound.