Just One of Those Days

Today has been one of those days where I wanted to just sit down in the middle of the floor, cry, and just give up- and by give up, I mean go back to bed and hope for a better tomorrow. It's not even that the things happening were all that bad. Here was my day: wake up at 6:20, get ready for the gym, eat a bowl of cereal, head over to meet David, puppy McCartney poops and pees in her kennel, we get mad at her, go to gym, come back home, McCartney poops on floor after David had let her out, we get mad at her again, we go to get me a Georgia liscence and wait in line for 45 minutes only to find out that I needed either my passport or birth certificate, I get mad and start to cry, David goes to a meeting, I go back home only to find that McCartney has escaped from her kennel, chewed on things she's not supposed to, pooped on the floor again, I get mad at her and she goes back to the kennel, I go to my meeting-exhausted by now, come home and suddenly McCartney is being an angel, but has to go out every 20 minutes (at least she let me know), I proceed to cry, and finally, McCartney falls asleep and I can finally get started on my homework.

Why do I fret the small stuff? Philippians 4:7 has been on my heart a lot lately: "And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus." I need God's peace something wicked<-- once a Northerner, always a Northerner. It took me until about 4:00 today to actually stop and pray. It always occurs to me "too late" to do this. Why is this the case? Why do I not immediately turn to the Lord in prayer? I am just so desperate for the Lord's peace and rest.

My mind doesn't slow down these days. David and I get married in 2 months and 19 days- so lots of wedding planning. Classes are approaching their final module, which means lots of work due in the next couple of weeks. Job potential is just sitting out there and I am waiting patiently for an answer. 

I just need some rest. Lord, give me your rest.

In His Mercy.

I Sit and Watch

...as time goes by. It has been almost a month since I have last written and a month and half since I have moved down to Georgia. I can't even articulate what I have been doing. The brief update of my life is this: I finally unpacked my stuff, David and I are getting a puppy within the next couple of weeks, I went on my first vacation in about 11 years, and my parents are coming to visit next week.

I've had some intense "omg" moments in the past couple of weeks. This whole wedding ordeal is hitting me little by little. 101 days- or 3 months and 10 days. The first set of shower invitations have gone out and the wedding invitations have been ordered. Things on our registry are starting to disappear. All this is going on and last night it culminated with me crying in David's arms about missing my family. The day I marry David is the day I have officially separated myself from my family in some major ways. This is big.

I'm not scared or having any doubts. In fact, quite the contrary. It seems like everyday I love David even more, to the point where I wonder exactly where the human heart's capacity to love with God's love actually ends. It does say in Ecclesiastes (I think it's Ecclesiastes) that God has put eternity in the hearts of men. Is the ability to drink so deeply from God's well of endless love what this is getting at? October 18th will quite possibly be the one of the happiest days of my life. I am so anxious for our day to come. We set the date 10 months ago and time seems to have flown. But yet, 3 months and 10 days seems like forever and a day away. But for now, I constantly thank God for the man I have in David....

In His Mercy.