my yellow obsession continues… yikes.
and Baylor Football season begins.
[also, please know I lasted almost 3 quarters at the game. Robert was proud, even though he far out did my Baylor pride]
I’ll never be able to keep up with his cheers, sports commentary, and intensity.
The truth is I’m too entertained watching him to focus on the green and gold ramming into each other on the field.
Is it a shame? nah.
Sic’em.
James is here at Baylor…
and Robert and Elizabeth are coming this weekend.
We’re off to a good start.
Robert told me he’d pay me to go to all of the Baylor football games,
but Elizabeth’s reasoning is what’s going to get me to stand in the heat for the Bears this Saturday:
“at least come to the football game for a little bit so we can take a picture”- Elizabeth.
So much in life we do for the picture
[how often do I really stand back to back to James?]
Regardless, pictures are catalysts for memories. From this picture I can remember how I realized my borderline absurd tendency to wear yellow (4 days in a row), James’s “purposefully ridiculous” giant yellow watch, how almost odd it was to have James drop my new place…I could go on, but I’ll spare you.
Pictures are going to fill the wordless book that I flip through and recreate exaggerated stories (unintentionally but inevitably) when I’m in my rocking chair.
I’m thankful for family and pictures and pictures of family.
amidst chaos, uncertainty, ready tears, and focus set on tomorrows, nexts, and soons, stopping and putting due focus on what is constant, steady, and unchanging was needed. desperately needed.
For God alone is faithful.
The stars themselves speak of His glory.
My favorite part of the day was lying under the stars by the lake with my favorite person, the Clayton Rothschild, and then seeing a shooting star showing off, dancing across the sky
[as if bright shining balls in the sky weren't impressive enough]
regardless of circumstance, stress, doctor’s report, or mood [or whatever devious distraction "Screwtape" is up to],
God is good.
Sometimes a little dance in the sky is what’s needed to get me to look down, right next beside me, and be grateful.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17
Clayton, you are a gift
and when I see you as you are,
you lead me to worship Our Lord more.
To get my hotel cup of coffee I had to get up early. A bit ironic, but fresh coffee can lure me from afar. I promised Robert I would let him sleep until 10 a.m. and hence, a much needed slow morning.
I just imported my pictures from yesterday and all but three of them were taken by Robert from inside the car. As we drove, he held the camera to the window exclaiming…
Wow! Oh my goodness!
Man! I missed it. Look how big that rock is!
A lake! Caroline it’s beautiful!
you can see the rain! It’s sunny there and storming here! ugh. the windshield wiper is in my picture.
Rainbow!!! count the colors!!
It was such simple joy.
Simple joy over the things Elohim spoke into existence.
The earth is the LORD’s, and everything in it,
the world, and all who live in it.
Psalm 24
I was focused on I70 and finding our Quality Inn before dark– so focused that each time Robert exclaimed in joy I was taken off guard, restraining a “shhhh.” This morning as I flipped through Robert’s rather blurry pictures, my heart was heavy with conviction. I feel like I’m convicted of this often; maybe it’s that I’m in the beauty of God’s creation and He doesn’t want me to miss it.
Lord, I confess I ignore You way to often. Continue to break through my focus.
My fear is that intense focus on I70 isn’t limited to just traveling.
Other I70’s that steal my focus:
-future plans
-grades
-technology
-success
-sometimes even learning
-self-centeredness
-… and the list continues…
oh, the I70’s offer nothing in light of eternity! To return to Him is True Joy. Look around today and praise the Lord.
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we have so many tree huggers; if only they saw the Creator and gave the glory to Him. Him alone.
There’s something about worshipping the King in a castle.
It feels royal, sacred, and definitely heavenly.
One day we’ll stand before the Lord and probably laugh about our limited view of beauty back in the day with our finite minds. Until then, I’ll marvel about the simple joys like this little castle tucked away in the mountains and thank God for the simple yet tangible gifts that show us a glimpse of what our home will be like in eternity. Only instead of getting Christy Nockel’s autograph (SUCH A FAN) after the service, I’ll be bringing my crown to the Lord, and instead of closing my eyes to pray, I’ll probably be sitting down to coffee with the Lord (man, I can only think in finite terms; whether it’s coffee or some verb or noun or some part of grammar I don’t yet know, it’s going to be [insert another heavenly term we cannot yet imagine]).
Oh dear Coloradans, never let the mountains blend into your landscape, the extravagant sweep of the Master’s brush become merely background, or the poems expressing glory become an afterthought.
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