Have to admit it's getting better, it's getting better all the time.
I can officially say that I don’t hate Vegas anymore… I am finally starting to adjust and I have had a few really great days.
I was going to say something along the lines of “I am so much stronger than I thought I was,” but then I realized that what I really mean is that “God is so much better and so much more satisfying than I thought He was.”
I was really really concerned about my financial situation, and though I still am, I will most likely be able to get back on my debt management plan, which is a huge weight off my shoulders. I am just praying that everything will go through with that so that I can have one less thing to worry about. My Dad has been kind enough to loan me the money to get started on it and I am sooo blessed by that.
Then, I started my job at Starbucks, and while I still feel guilty for working at a corporate coffee place, the job is great and the people I work with are awesome. I think I am actually going to really like it there.
Finally, Craig and Drew have been working hard to get Danger*Makeup off the ground and this week is cool because I get to start doing my part. I am praying that we get the jobs and I am so thankful to have so many talented people surrounding me and helping me with this because I could NEVER do it on my own. [I wish I had room or time to mention all of the people that I am grateful for but that list would be hundreds of names long and I am on a timed computer at the library, haha.]
My whole body aches today, so I think I am going to go home and lay down and read… hopefully Jon and Kate Plus 8 will be on, as that is my new fave show ever.
This picture is the best thing that ever happened to me. Ever.
I am re-reading East of Eden...
Which has long been one of my favorite books. John Steinbeck is so real and eloquent in his descriptions. Here was my favorite excerpt from today’s reading:
“But you said you did not love our father, how can you have faith in him if you did not love him?” “Maybe that’s the reason,” Adam said slowly, feeling his way. “Maybe if I had loved him I would have been jealous of him, you were. Maybe— maybe love makes you suspicious and doubting. Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure- never sure of her because you aren’t sure of yourself? I can see it pretty clearly. I can see how you loved him and what it did to you. I did not love him, maybe he loved me. He tested me and hurt me and punished me and finally sent me out like a sacrifice, maybe to make up for something. But he did not love you, and so he had faith in you. Maybe— why maybe it’s a kind of reverse.”
Last night I was driving down the Strip and some dudes pulled up next to me in a big red truck blasting cop killin’ ghetto jamz. I was sitting in my car listening to happy, poppy Rocket Summer so I tried to focus on my music when I heard them shouting “HEY” at me. I turned down my music and looked over and they said they liked my tattoos… I thanked them and then hoped that that would be the end of our conversation. Then they asked me what my name was, usually I just give a fake name, but I was feeling really tired so I go “uuuum Krissee.” They then proceeded to say “hey baby Krissee can I get yo numba”… once again usually I give out a fake number or make some witty remark, but tonite I wasnt bringin’ my A game so I just gave them this terrified, deer-in-headlights look and stammerd “I…I… I boyfriend” and drove off as fast as possible. Apparently when I am tired I am not only not funny, but I also cannot use proper English. Oh well.
Going to Chuck E Cheese today with Nolan and Elise… SWEET! [I literally am excited, I haven’t been to Chuck E Cheese in forever.]
“ We all have so many things, and I can get past these things. ”
The Rocket Summer
Great thing I posted that, Barack Obama must be reading my blog [which means he really DOES care about me!] because he is now following my Twitter!
[Lol.]
“Lord prepare me to be a sanctuary, pure and holy, tried and true. With thanksgiving, I’ll be a living sanctuary for you.”
I sang that song for years and years at summer camp. I didn’t understand it until now.
Las Vegas is what some would consider to be an “unholy” place. In addition to being “Sin City”, Vegas is hot, crowded and tiring. There is no sanctuary in Vegas.
So I have been considering the thought of what it means to create that sanctuary in myself. What does that look like? What does that mean?
How can I be or create a sanctuary within an unsanctified place?
I am excited to find out.