Pillowy layers hug me tight
And whisper sweetly “it’s still night”
“Get up now or you’ll be late!”
Mr. Alarm, must you berate?
I promise, please, just one more snooze
But deep down I know it’s just a ruse.
For you my bed, you have my heart
And maybe soon this day will start
“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life”…and He has planted me a forest.
I like making things.
Saw these guys last night in Tulsa, OK. They know how to put on a show.
Sipped on
Made 
And listened to
I feel like such a hipster.
I’ve found myself thinking about love a lot lately. Maybe because I’ve been to four weddings in the last two months, with a few more to go in the months to come. Maybe because I’m at the age where aunts have started to give me multiple books on marriage. Maybe because fall just feels like the right season to fall in love (happy first day of fall ya’ll!) Whatever the reason, love’s on my mind. And for some reason, it feels almost taboo to admit that. Like I’m just that 20-something girl who’s full of angst and is on the prowl for a lover man. Or that I’m pokin around for encouragement about being single or something. I’m not. I’ve just been thinking about love.
Ok, I’m done defending myself.
The other day I was thinking about what kind of person I will become when I fall in love. I’ve never fallen in love, but I’m sure I will be quite the fool. Mostly because I’m such an all or nothing person. Once I find a thing I want, I will move almost anything and everything out of the way that is keeping me from it; and I’ll do so as quickly as possible. While thinking about foolish-in-love-MaryBeth, I though “I would remove the things that would hinder love so quick, it’ll be crazy.” Then I though-“when was the last time I said that about Jesus?”
I recently watched a video of a young man that has befriended a few of my friends that are planting churches in Lebanon. In the video he described what it was like to read about the life of Jesus for the first time. He said that as he read more and more, he noticed that he had fallen in love with Jesus and that it was “like that crush that you have and you notice that you have a crush, but it’s too late to change your mind.” Dang. I remember that feeling. Not as strong as I would wish to though.
But now I have a choice- I can long for what I once had, or I can welcome the new thing that is to come. I choose the new thing. And I am so thankful that mine is a God who never stops creating something new. Who never stops pursuing. Whose love is as strong as death. Whose love is like a blazing fire. Whose love can’t be quenched. That’s worth actin’ a fool over.
So now I’m thinking about love even more, and how I’ve never fallen in love I get to fall back in love every day.
mbo
Kakamega Forest.
I remember watching an episode of Sesame Street when I was younger where one of the characters was flying in an airplane, and when they looked out of the window they saw groups of people living in cloud homes.
I was 8 when I took my first flight in an airplane and I distinctively remember looking out of my window as we flew through the clouds and longing to make my home in a cloud cavern. Sometimes, I would even pretend that the bubbles in my bath were clouds and I would form little nooks and caves and act like I was in my own little cloud city. It was awesome.
I’m not really sure why I have a love affair with clouds, maybe Sesame Street brainwashed me. I do know this though- when I get to heaven, I’m fine with everyone else getting mansions made of gold. I just want a cabin in the clouds.
what a cutie
