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| I shouldn't be here. I have lots of homework to do. Summer school stinks. I'd like to sleep more. Isaac and I will work for CARES and live at the Inverness in River Oaks for way cheap-- God is good, all the time. Fifty more children's books to read. Five weeks to go! Yippie!
This is all the time I can waste for now. | | |
| I started summer school yesterday, spent $115 on three books for one class and will buy the $106 book for the other class on Thursday when I get paid. If you'd like to contribute to the "Juli has to go to school, but is getting married soon so she has no money fund", please click here. Just kidding, there's not link. Anywho, there's a lot of reading for my classes! Aside from the textbook reading i have to do for my classes, I have to read 75 children's books, some little and some novels. Therefore, I will not be very social for the next five and half weeks. That seems very unnatural to me, but it must be done. Also, this whole teaching thing is starting to freak me out. In a year, I'm supposed to be ready to have about 20 kids under my intellectual care. Are you kiddin' me? I'm won't be ready for that!
In other news, Isaac's in Utah on a family vacation and I miss him terribly.
Anywho, 59 days left! YAY!!! | | |
| I'm so stinking excited... Isaac and I will be married exactly 3 months from yesterday! WOW, time just flies. Also, yesterday, he celebrated the 3 month mark by trading in his truck for a new Honda Civic... awww... our new family car. It's great, tango red (how appropriate says Richie), standard, (so now I'll have to learn) and the trunk is huge! I fit in it comfortably and it has that emergency button on the inside, so I could lock myself in there and get myself out when I'm done... being in the trunk. The back seat folds down connecting the trunk to the car, making it even bigger. Fabulous!
In other news, Tuesday night, Richie and I drove up to Waco and surprised my sweet Amy, who was being attacked by the "Finals" Monster. We got there at 1am, and she had no idea until we knocked on the door. YAY! We're so cool! The short visit was filled with marvelous conversation, paper towels for toilet paper, blankets, memories of our treasured moments at the WRC, boy-talk (not boys talking, but talking about boys), some sleep, eggs, pancakes, coffee tea, O.J., thoughts of stealing and weird waiter/waitress. Oh yeah, and right before we left Richie smashed her car into a dumpster... oops.
So... everyone knows, even those who aren't married yet, that getting married, to the right person, at the right time when you're crazy in love is phenomenal, stupendous, simply monumental. My question to you if you're married, and if you're not you can imagine, is:
What do you miss about being single? I know, I know, you want to be really sweet and say, nothing, I love being married! Of course you do, but be honest and think about the little things. Okay, I'll look forward to reading your answers... until then... TOOTLES! | | |
| I don't ask for much. I just want the lady on the left lane to move to the right if she's going to drive 25mph. I just want the tow truck behind me to give me some space, specially if I'm on the right lane and he could just pass me on the left. I just want people to stay in the middle lane on Hwy six when the light is red, so the folks that want to turn right don't have to wait and traffic doesn't build up. I just kindly ask that the guy in front of me turn on his blinker before he takes half a year to turn into the parking lot. I'd like the lady I let cut in front of me during traffic hour to recognize my act of kindness with a slight wave. I'd be happy if people making a u-turn at the median would recognize the huge space in front of them and move up a little instead of blocking the whole left lane. And if it was Christmas or my birthday or Tooth Fairy Day, I'd wish that on days when I'm running late there would be no cops on the road and all lights would turn green for me. Is that too much to ask for? | | |
| I was working at the oh so wonderful Starbucks this morning. I opened, which means I got up at 4:30am. The morning had been good, until someone was late and then someone had to go pick her up, so we were short two people... on a saturday! My mood began to gradually change until, even when the two came back and we were not as crazy busy, I was really frustrated, quiet and quite serious. I was in the back, getting ice and something reminded me of Isaac. BAM! I smiled. I began to think of things we talked about the night before, about silly conversations we've had, sweet things he says to me, how he desires for us to serve one another in love and how passionately he pursues my heart. I thought that exactly five months from today we'll be married. I thought of how great it will be to live together, wake up together, and whatever had bothered me instantly vanished. It didn't matter anymore! When I compared the trivial nuisances of the day to our happiness and the hope of our life together, they became meaningless and not even worthy of thought.
And then IT HIT ME! That's what our hope in Jesus is like... or should be like. He is our coming Groom. The thought of our life with Him, the things He says to us, His sacrificial and servant love, His promises and the hope of our wedding feast at His arrival should make everything else in this temporary world seem meaningless, trivial. How I long to live a life with that fact as the focus of my thoughts! That I might be stuck in traffic, frustrated and smile because Jesus is preparing a home for me. That I might struggle financially, but realize that Jesus has promised never to leave me. That I might go through the hardest of heartbreaks--failure, disappointment, disease or even death-- and still be joyful in knowing that one day I will see Jesus face to face.
I thank God so much because through this time of my life He is teaching me and reminding me so much of Himself. | | |
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