There You'll Find Me

Just read the most amazing book. Guess what the name of it is! The hint wouldn't be in the above picture. Nooooo... ;)

Anyways.... Jenny B. Jones has done it again ya'll. She's floored me with another great novel. Yet, somehow this wasn't like all the others. Yes, little children, don't fret. It still has all the Jenny charm. But it had something else too. Something that was unique. A unique-ness that grabbed at me and made me realize that I am Finley. And that I'm fighting some of the same battles that she is. The battles that can't be won without God. Read this. Not because I'm threatening you with your life and source of chocolate asking you kindly, but because this is a great book that's just waiting to be discovered.

Shh...

This week. This has been one of those weeks. The weeks where you hit the pillow and sleep so hard drool comes out of your mouth. Yes sir, hardcore sleep.

But when you've had one of "those weeks," you tend to push your God time out of the window. At a time when God is just waiting for you to slow down and drink in His Word, we forget Him. That's not how it should be. We should always have time for our God. Because He isn't here for us. We are here for Him. And we need to listen just a little harder sometimes to the quiet. Because God isn't in the noise.

This is where the title of my post goes if I could think of one.

Have you ever been like talking it up and then realized someone is totally tuned in the conversation you are having? You know window all rolled down at the drive thru and you are waiting there, and low-and-behold, McDonalds employee hanging out the window just listening. I mean I am sitting there telling my friend the reasons she doesn't need to go to the beach prom weekend, and my main man is soaking in my advice. Not even trying to act like he isn't. He's doing the type of listening-in that you do with your mouth open. Gracious, if you are gonna eaves-drop, act like you aren't that's MY advice.

How about air-bags? Aren't they supposed to save your life? Why do they make them sound so scary? They circle you in the passenger side with their little scary comments that all those companies put out. eh.

I love a good awkward moment. You know when you say something at a table and like everyone stares and you really DID think it was a legit comment, but you all of a sudden realize that when you said "Oh I really HATE cheese," the inventor of cheese is sitting across from you and all those that hold stock in it. Love it.

Don't listen in to conversations with your mouth open.
Get over the fear of air-bags.
Don't ever hate on cheese.