Tonight...

...after I get off work at eight I am driving to Atlanta. I have a flight to catch to Michigan at 7:30 tomorrow morning. I am going up there for the weekend because two very dear friends of mine are getting married. My dad, who is driving me to the airport in the morning sent me this text today, "FYI we need to leave at 5 tomorrow. Hope you can sleep fast."
That made me laugh.
Well, my laundry should be done now, so I am headed back to my house to pack before work. Till we meet again,
Kat

Dress-Up with the Sisters

Made Me Smile

A picture from a trip to Sedona, AZ last summer.

Distress at the Beach

While we were camping last week *someone* left the keys in the car and *someone else* locked the car. So that left us 40 miles from civilization with no way to get in the car. Yeah fun.
But alas, there was cell phone coverage and AAA. After waiting about an hour for the guy to reach us, he had the car unlocked in under two minutes.

And we were very careful with the keys from then on. :]

*Names where changed to protect the guilty.

Family Love

I.love.my.siblings.

Times like yesterday made me remember why.

A couple of my siblings (soon to be three) work at Chick-fil-A. My brother has worked there for quite awhile and earned respect over the years. This week he went to Columbia, SC to help open a new Chick-fil-A there.

[As a side note, did you know if you are one of the first 100 people at a new Chick-fil-A that they give you free Chick-fil-A for a year. People camp outside the store for days just to be one of the lucky 100. Chick-fil-A is nice theough and feeds these patrons all day the day before an opening. Crazy, right?]

Well, since Columbia is not that far, my family went their for lunch on their opening day. You know, just to be supportive and all.

And let me tell you, being in the car with my siblings for three hours was down.right.hilarios. I would try to describe it, but I would in no way do it justice. Let's jsut sum it up: I love my family.

[note: I stole this picture off of my mom's laptop. ]

In That

One night while we were camping a pretty massive storm rolled in. It took a couple of hours to come directly above us. Those couple of hours were really nice because it provided heat-relieving wind. I had placed my chair so that the waves would lap up over my feet while I read my book. As I sat there reading, the storm came. Lightening scattered throughout the horizon and the sky darkened. The intensity of that storm was more than I had ever witnessed. The normal reaction to have in that time would be one of fear, but for me during that time I knew nothing but comfort and peace....as I had never felt before. I think it was something about not having any worries on my mind and knowing that I was only surrounded by things God had placed there....the lightening, the beach, the vast ocean, the thunder, and wind. It was as if all was as it should be....................

And yet with those whole move-to-Mexico thing, my patience about not knowing every.little.detail. about how everything is going to work out, has worn thin. I mean, what exactly am I supposed to get done between now and then? I have doctors visits, and school stuff, and people to visit, and a roommate to find, and packing, and deciding what to keep here and what to get rid of, and family to spend time with. And what about work?
And not that I mind those things, at all. I am actually looking forward to all of it. I find it exciting. And the unknown thrilling....well to a point. And that point has come and gone. Because well, in case you did not know, I am a planner. I like to be able to look at the "To-Do" list and see how it will move into the "Done" list. And because of all the unknown factors, I am not able to do that right now.

Just like in that storm, I am not able to control the factors around me. The Lord holds control in both of the situations. And slowly, ever so slowly, I am learning to find comfort and peace as I have never known in that.

Sand and Thoughts

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.

17. Primitive Camping

A couple of my friends and I came to Cape San Blas on Monday and camped until Thursday.Wile it was not exactly primitive, it still counts in my book. The sand is so white, the water calm and clear, and at night we could see thousands of stars. It is arguably the prettiest place I have ever seen.
Well, the rest of my friends' family came down on Thursday and they are renting a house for the week. We went from the tent above to this place below.

Um, yeah, niiiccceee.