We Wear Short Shorts

Over the past five years, I have done a lot of changing in a lot of areas of my life. One area, which I am still by no means perfect in, I changed a lot is the way I dressed. I knew it wasn't good to dress so scandalous, but being the stubborn girl I was, I wore short skirts and other things I would probably not wear today.

I think getting married helped me finally open my eyes a lot. Well maybe it wasn't getting married, maybe it was just meeting my Jeffy. Let me preface all this by saying, I am a very lucky woman to be married to a man who I can trust at all times. However, by meeting him, I realized why it was important to dress more conservatively than I did when I was younger. I did not realize when I was living in my own little selfish world that not only may I be causing guys my age to struggle, but the way I dressed may cause any man anywhere to struggle. After meeting Jeffy, I didn't want to even see girls in public wearing shorts where the longest part of them are the pockets hanging out the bottom. It would disgust me to think the way other girls we don't know walking around in public could cause men, not just Jeffy, but other married men, and daddies everywhere to struggle.

Tonight, we played cards with some friends in Starbucks. A girl walked in with a super short skirt on. I kind of grumbled, but I got over it. Until I turned around a few minutes later. What I caught a glimpse of should have had a censored sign over it. I mean seriously, is it necessary to share your goodies with everyone? Uhhh no. So because five years ago that girl could have been me, I know I owe some apologies. (Not that all the people I owe apologies to will ever read this, but...) To the men, I may have caused to struggle because of how I dressed, I am so sorry. And to all the wives, girlfriends, or mothers of any men I caused to stumble because of how I dressed, I am also sorry to you too.

As we left Starbucks, I was ranting to Jeff. He asked me what the problem was if I trust him. It made me think, I don't really know. It is just annoying. So I figured this was as good a place to vent as any! :)

Head Trama

I have never really had a lot of coordination or common sense for that matter. But lately, it seems whatever stash of coordination I once had has disappeared. In the past week, the things I seem to have gotten myself into have even left me shocked.

This past weekend, Jeffy and I went to Branson with some of our friends from Louisiana. On Saturday night, we stayed in a condo. It was only one bedroom, but the living area had a fold out couch. It was a pretty spacious condo so we all had plenty of room. The bathroom in this condo was also very spacious. The toilet was in it's own little corridor. On the wall next to the toilet, there was a handicap rail. About a foot above that rail, was a towel rack. Not only was the towel rack a foot above the other rail, it was also a foot more inward than the rail. I don't know how clear of a picture this paints for you, but let me just say the way the rail and towel rack were hung made it nearly impossible for someone to hit their head on the towel rack. Unless that someone were me. I have no clue how it happened, but somehow I managed to hit my head on the top towel rack. How one would manage to do that is a mystery to me! Jeffy and our friend, Critter, from Louisiana had no explanation as to how I managed to hit my head other than the fact I once was a Talley. Seriously, a week later, my head is still sore!

As if that blow to the head wasn't enough, Tuesday I hit my head again! I was in a hurry, now I can't even remember the reason for the hurry, and I needed gas really bad. I stopped at the nearest gas station to put five dollars in my car. Apparently, I got so excited to get back into my new car, I quit thinking. As I was leaning down to get into the car, I didn't lean down enough. I hit my head so hard on the top of my car that it not only made me yell, but it knocked my hat off of my head!

I'm so sure one day, I will make it through a whole day without either hitting my head or doing something that can only be described as 'ridiculously blonde'. However, I will not hold my breath waiting for this one day!

A Challenge

Being both very determined and very stubborn, I am (almost) always ready for a challenge. For as long as I can remember, telling me I can't do something was just a way to speed up the process of me doing what I "can't". Recently, I feel God has been working in my life to present me with challenges. And I can honestly say, it is very refreshing.

Being raised in a Christian home, I don't ever remember a time where I didn't know I belonged to a God who had unconditional love for me, and there was nothing I can do to change it. I am so incredibly grateful I was raised in a home where I can claim the previous statement. Lately, through the challenges I have been presented with, I have began to wonder if maybe I had taken for granted the love the Creator of all things has for me.

About six weeks ago, I began reading CrazyLove by Francis Chan. If you are content with your relationship with God and have no desire to grow in Him, don't pick up this book. This book is full of truths I have known most of my life, however, it presents them in such a way I have found myself re-evaluating not only my love for God but my love for others. The chapters I have read so far leave me with a desire to analyze every aspect of my life. To say this book has challenged me to live in response to my love for my Savior is an understatement.

As if the book isn't enough, I have recently found myself challenged simply by the people in my life. Reading others' blogs and listening to them has opened my eyes to so many different things. I love that God continues to speak to me through different outlets, and outlets which continually grab my attention. I am lucky enough to be surrounded with Christians who truly love and live for God. I have so many friends who challenge me to grow just by the way they live their lives.

However much I may enjoy a good challenge, I am looking forward to a day when my relationship with God won't need challenging because I will have new eyes to be able to know and see my King for all that He is! What a day that will be!

THAT day

Well today was a strange day...

When I woke up this morning, I thought I was in a good mood. I got ready for work like normal, went to starbucks like normal, then headed to the store like normal. But I guess that was where the normality ended.

First, I couldn't get the door unlocked. I felt like a bona fide blonde. After struggling for about 5 minutes, I finally gave up and asked a lady walking by to help me. I figured, 'Oh, she's a woman. She will smile and have sympathy.' Apparently, I thought wrong. She did help. However, there was no smile and absolutely no sympathy. Instead, she looked at me with eyes that accused me of being the blonde I am. How dare she?!

When I got settled and sat down at the computer, I finally realized I wasn't in that good of a mood after all. So I thought maybe a little facebook would cheer me up. Wrong again. I have a friend who just recently had a baby, actually I thought she had the baby just a few days ago. But today her status said her baby was a month old. I am not exactly sure why, but for some reason reading that post made me cry. And then it hit me; I was having THAT day!

You know... THAT day when you have no reason to cry, but it would just feel so good.
THAT day when you seem to be happy-ish, but all you want to do is go back to sleep. THAT day when you have a chance to go to a free concert of two people you really like, but you can't seem to push away the desire to take a nap. THAT day when everything inside the kitchen makes your mouth water, but you have already eaten too much.

Lucky for me, THAT day is almost over. Hopefully, tomorrow when I wake up, I will either not feel like crying or have a reason to cry!