a life of pages

Today I am sharing a post from last year. It's been edited and made just a bit better.

Sometimes I get nervous and God says, “Why are you worrying about your situation? Just wait a couple pages. I’ve got your whole book up here”.

God’s perspective is beautiful and huge and HUGE and HUGE and HUGE! I needed to write that a few times to just really emphasize His vast presence. God knows what is going on. He know the behind the scenes, around of the scenes, and the hundred thousand years from now scenes.

The places I’m in, the experiences I’m going through, the good and the bad, it’s simply a page.

God’s got my whole book in His hands. It’s pretty inspiring and heart warming (and to be honest, super overwhelming) to think about it.

God is huge and wonderful and big and perfect.

So today I’m choosing to trust in His plan.

My plan, in comparison, really is the worst.

My plan consists of today, a little bit of tomorrow, and fake days after that.

God’s plan consists of yesterday, today, and forever

I live a life of pages. God's font, writing, and spacing.

{a walk through} psalm 63

Hm.

Do you ever make that sound as you wrap your arms around yourself as you settle deep into a thought?

As I mentioned yesterday, I spent the weekend on a bit of an adventure. On Friday evening, I drove to my parents and enjoyed some time with my Mom followed with a video chat with one of my very favourite friends Mackenzie. I woke up the next morning, planning to leave early for the border, but ended up leaving at 2pm. Spending the morning and part of the afternoon chatting with my Mom made a lot more sense than beating border traffic. I had to remind myself as I waited in border traffic though.

I drove down to Bellingham for the bachelorette party of my friend Kym, the first friend I made through twitter. Sunday was spent enjoying good conversation and small adventures in Tacoma with my friend Brittany, another twitter induced friendship. I slept on her spare mattress and drove to Seattle.

Once in Seattle, I walked around a little bit, sat in a great coffee shop for a couple hours, and then drove downtown to meet up with yet another twitter made friend! Erika met me near her work and we walked over to Pike Place Market to enjoy lunch and good conversation.

All of that to say, from where I live, to where my parents live, to Bellingham, to Tacoma, to Seattle, and all the way back home -  it was a lot of driving. This map does not include the time I got lost in Tacoma. ;)

I love driving. I drove speed limit the entire way, which lengthened my drive by a bit, but it was a sweet time. I spent much of my time singing, laughing, crying, and just trying to listen to God.

Yesterday, at some point in my drive between Tacoma and Seattle in the morning, I prayed that the verse today would be a good one. I made the graphic last week, so I couldn't remember what the verse was.

Back to my hm comment at the top.

I got home last night, and after getting some practical life stuff done, I sat down at my computer to see what was up this week on my blog.

I opened up this post, and that's all I said.

Hm.

And then I wrote all these words.

I think that God sweetly answered my prayer and gave a just genuinely sweet Psalm for today.

See, 63 posts in, there have been an adequate amount of times where I have not loved the Psalm I've written on.

This Psalm, this 63rd Psalm, it's a good one.

I know that I cling to Jesus.
I know that His right hand is holding me upright.
And both of those things, those are good things.

and what a Monday it is.

It's Monday!

And what a Monday it is.

I mean that in a good way, because as I write this, on Thursday night, I know that on Monday, I'll be super pumped up on life.

Friday is a work day, and that's okay.

Saturday, I'm driving down to Bellingham, in America, to celebrate my sweet friend Kymberly. I'm SO excited and honoured to be co-hosting a bachelorette party for a friend I met on twitter. God is good to have brought us together.

Sunday morning, I'm driving down to Seattle to spend a day with Brittany! I am pumped to have a good conversation, maybe some wine, and just have fun.

Monday, I'm planning to explore Seattle a bit, meet up with Erica for lunch, and then explore the city some more.

It's Monday friends! And as a girl who works Tuesday-Saturday (but was thankful and grateful to have the past 3 Saturday's off), I love my Monday!

I'm sure I'll pop in later this week to share about this weekend, or I'll wait a few weeks like I normally do to share about things because I'm slow.

How's your Monday?

five minute friday: story

I'm linking up with five minute friday. I'm not quite sure where these words are from, or even what I was trying to say. Maybe I wasn't actually being profound. Maybe I just wrote for five minutes, and all that came out was this. If you're visiting from fmf, be sure to leave a comment. I'd love to get to know you and come read your post as well!

Once upon a time lived a girl with a mighty tall dream.

She would rule the world with a golden sceptor, fly in the clouds, and oh, she would live.

She had all sorts of ideas of the laws she would break, remake, and create.

She drew pictures and painted portraits, wrote poems and stories, all of them pointing to this mighty tall dream.

The dream of forever, the dream of for always, the dream of what was yet to come.

One day, as she was drawing, she heard a song.

It was a beautiful melody, filled with harmonies and poetry. It was loud and yet calm, soothing yet strong. She'd never heard anything like it.

For the first time in her life, she stopped all that she was doing, sat completely still, and simply listened.

She didn't add anything to the song, she didn't take anything away. She simply sat and listened.

The song played on and on, for hours on end, and she listened and listened, and listened some more.

It was a new song, a better song, the prettiest song she'd ever heard.

When it finally finished, she turned back to her drawing and added some bright colours, because her heart was filled with joy.

{a walk through} psalm 62

Sometimes God stirs up my heart to a big idea, a dream larger than anything I could have thought up myself. 

When He does that, I find myself torn between spilling the beans and keeping my dreams tight to my chest.

Oh but, for God alone, him alone, I'm waiting in silence. Listening closely, making tiny steps toward big steps. Trying my very best to keep my feet align with His sweet will.

Silence isn't easy for me, but it also isn't an option.

For Him I wait.

For Him I wait.

For Him. I wait.

My hope is in Him.

And that, well that is the very best.