and it's almost 4pm. The job search is at a standstill. I am trying, really I am, but I just can't seem to find anything or hear anything back. Ugh. Discouragement- what a dirty word.
Last night I watched home videos with my mom from when I was 8. We watched my baptism, vacations, birthday parties, we watched me dancing in the back yard, dancing while we're camping, dancing in the basement (hey, I REALLY liked to dance). It made me nostalgic for simpler times. It made me want a family of my own. It made me want to dance like an 8 year old with no inhibitions.
It was my mom and brother's birthdays and we celebrated them last night. Man, I love my family. They're kinda crazy. But I love them. While I was there I asked my dad for a father's blessing. It was such a comfort to hear words of guidance and love. I know that things will work out, it just doesn't feel that way sometimes.
I will leave you with the song I loved to dance to as an 8 year old. I may or may not be dancing around my room to this song right now.
3 comments:
i love old home movies. You should post some--i bet they are awesome. I'm glad to know I'm not the only crazy kid that was constantly dancing in home videos.
What about... You are my SUNSHINE, my only SUNSHINE (emphasis added where the taps were strongest!)
I totally danced to uptown girl... alot. And then to Billy Jean.... those two went hand in hand for me...
Hang in there sweetie. The Lord knows exactly who you are, what you need, and what He's doing with ya.
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