sunshine on purpose

Yesterday I was feeling miserable about life and people and myself and was just totally burnt out so I bought myself an egg nog milkshake and fries and came home and watched a depressing movie about finding love til I couldn't keep my eyes open.

This morning I woke up to the sound of the neighborhood kids playing outside and I just knew from the happy tone of their voice that it had, after all, snowed! I looked at my phone and it was only 8:30am but I was somehow wide awake after looking out the window (snow does that). So I pried myself out of my warm bed and went downstairs to make coffee, my mood instantly going up a few notches just because some cold white stuff fell on the ground outside.

Saturdays are usually my time for an extended time with Jesus since all week has been mornings when I have to watch the clock before I have to leave to do something or another so I don't have time to simply sit with him. And this week I'd been really bad at spending any time with him at all, and my mood proved it. So I plopped down on my couch, still in a pretty crappy mood. And something warm and bright interrupted:

The sun. Streaming through my window!

Before getting out of bed, Facebook chat with Mari saying: "have a great day! Look! the sun is coming out!!"

Re-reading this great blog post by my good friend Peri because I needed some encouragement: "...I love making the sun shine on you for your pleasure..."

Chris Rice's "Smellin' Coffee" playing on my iTunes:

"I'm smellin' coffee

The birds are singin' just outside

Here comes your mercy

Streamin' in with the mornin' light

My heart's racin'

Wakin' up to your smile

Good mornin'"

All that. On purpose. I LOVE it when He does that. Exactly when I need it.

Bonus: a picture of the snow out my favorite window:

fast-paced and irresponsible

The parental units arrived on Thursday evening at about 6pm and ever since we have been doing things non-stop (such as: Mudpie on Thursday night with so many faces I love all belting out Emily Grace's "I Love Chattanooga" and a cover of "Wagon Wheel" while filming a music video--a visit to my Greyfriar's abode--trading old, dusty books stored in Delaware for music and movies at McKay's for 3 hours--the most expensive [and delicious] dinner I have ever eaten at Hennen's with an abundance of compliments thrown my way by the staff I love working with--a small but first dose of Mountain Opry, the epitome of Tennessee--and today awaits).

I have not had time to think of things to be responsible about, like cleaning, or support raising, or worry about paying bills (because in fact, the Bank of Dad is right here- how convenient). Nothing like having your security blankets for the first 18 years of life around to keep you from worrying about real life crap. Except it also makes you feel older...and that's kind of a slap in the face sometimes.

I started listening to Chris Rice's Living Room Sessions Christmas CD today (which, by the way, is beautiful- it's only piano). McKay's, it turns out, has a special bin for all Christmas music, categorized, cheap, and waiting to be bought a month too early. Now how am I supposed to pass that up? Exactly. Yay Christmas.