O Christmas Tree

This past weekend I waged an epic battle with fake Christmas trees. There's nothing I enjoy better than having 7 foot Majestic pines fall on me. (And that happened a lot).

Then, on Monday I went to the shelter and they were setting up Christmas trees.

Oh joy, more trees to fall on me

We were setting up this beautiful fake fir, trying to figure out which fake branch goes where, making sure the tree didn't topple over and laughing at our pathetic Charlie Brown tree.

Then, one of the ladies from the shelter looked at us with eyes that were trying to hold back a waterfall, and had to excuse herself.

Later when she returned, she told us that it had been 5 years since she had last set up a Christmas tree

Five years since she had last had a place to stay

Five years since she last had a home

A Christmas tree doesn't just symbolize Christmas and winter joy; it symbolizes home

One must have a home to set up a tree

And for all my complaining about setting up stupid trees

I'll think about it differently next time

I Have Realized My Life's Purpose

Some life goals I would like to achieve:

• Become a Youtube Sensation
• Have a child named after me (Pookie)
• Have a Wikipedia article about me

"The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example."

--Some British guy who has a reputable status

Do You Want To Know A Secret?

Well, do you?

I'm writing an entire 8-page paper based on Wikipedia articles

Other thoughts going on in my head:

• We need to install a chocolate milk fountain in my room
  
• The Mayan language is not interesting enough to write a paper about
  
• I love soccer. I forgot about that
  
• Small children's toothless smiles make me incredibly happy
  
• I don't like school. Mainly science. Or actually teachers that can't teach.
  
• Thinking about my future freaks me out so I think about it
  
• Could someone tell me why am I an education major again?
  
• I can't believe I hated New England Clam Chowder for the past 19 years of my life
  
• I have an intense craving for chocolate chip cookie dough
  
• Jesus is the coolest. I love you.
  
• I wish I had someone around 24/7 to make my hair look awesome.
  
• Water is incredibly delicious, but chocolate milk is better
  

Meditations

In Descartes' work Meditations, the narrator realizes that the everything he has ever believed in is now being doubted. He resolves to destroy every preconceived notion he's ever simply assumed and rebuild his notions around what can be proved as certain. Yet, as Descartes starts to examine the world around him and questions everything around him, everything starts looking shaky. He doesn't know what to trust anymore. Senses such as sight and sound, used since he was a young boy, can no longer be trusted, his senses could be lying to him. Descartes even starts questioning the presence of God, for all he knows, God could merely be an evil demon, deceiving him and telling him lies about the world. 

Descartes then realizes that there is nothing left to believe in. He is all alone in the world.

It finally makes sense to me how Descartes could question everything around him. 

I do it every time I doubt God and his power. I begin doubting God's plans for me, basically stating that I am doubting in God's almighty power. 

What if this happens? What if this doesn't happen? How can I trust that this is what will happen? 

I doubt everything about me

Am I capable of doing this? How can I spread God's love? I am merely a little girl. There's nothing special about me. 

I doubt God

Is this really God talking to me? Am I imagining things? Why would He want me to do this? 

And then I'm left with nothing. 

It is in the nothing when we realize that there must be something bigger out there.

Celebrity Crush

Ok so I'm not one to freak out over the latest hott guy on TV or practice signing my last name with my celebrity crush's last name (although I would be estatic if my future husband looked somewhat like Enrique Iglesias). 

But seriously, who wouldn't fall in love with someone who not only possesses the most beautiful imagination and creates beautiful music and loves John Piper, but also promotes wearing these?

Footie Pajamas?

I think I've found my dream man.