This isn’t an alarm clock, it’s just the ALARM!
Oprah.com, my addiction to food network and HGTV, watching clips of Iyanla Vanzant, listening to Focus on the Family, Reading The Power of a Praying Wife, humbling myself on my knees in prayer about others more than myself, being excited about household decorations… I mean the list goes on and on. Seasons have definitely changed in my life. There was once a time in my life when I thought growing up was keeping my nails short (and french tipped), owning nice heels, and carrying a nice bag. I bought a new outfit every paycheck to accomodate my plans and I even made less annually; but I had places to actually go.
“When I grew up, I put away childish things…” I am reminded by 1 Corinthians 13:11 that when seasons change, you do different things. I didn’t realize that meant that my focus would be on the things I desire now. These things don’t come with designer labels or exclusive boutiques. The things I desire have shifted to a value of eternal proportion. I am proud of the fact that I would rather lay around my house than go out to a night club. I am proud of the fact that I have an address where I can paint, yell, jump up and down, boogie, or sleep, and disturb no one. I can cook and bake with the best of them. I am addicted to the life you can live with Pinterest, who isn’t?! I am happy if I get sleepy before ten and ecstatic when I am in a deep sleep before eleven. I am also aware that while I alone can buy a house, I alone can’t make it a home.
Somewhere in between a purchase and a business…I began to mature. I am twenty-nine years old…almost thirty.
yawning. Ivy Out