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Mustang Sally (Link Up)

My first car was Sally, a '94 Mustang with no heat, no A/C, sometimes inconsistent brakes, and a bit of rust. She was lent to me for use under the agreement that I paid for her gas, her repairs, and my insurance.

I was almost 16 1/2 when I finally took the test and became a licensed driver and she really became my car.

Even then, my mom rarely let me drive alone.
I could drive to school (0.8 miles from my house).
Work (6.6 miles).
And Giant Eagle (1.8 miles).

Other than my sister, no one else was permitted in the car with me.
So, like any 16 year old that knows it all, I rebelled.

As far as my family knew, Sally and I were supposed to be going to work; a 6 hour shift on a Friday night.

Actually, we went to Lindsay's house, I changed out of work clothes, and headed to the mall to meet up with other friends. It was my first time driving in bad mall traffic, but we made it. We spent a few hours shopping, snacking, talking and reveling in our victory. I mean, that was by far the worst thing I had ever done, I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be, breaking the rules, and free!

I arrived home, on time, in one piece, and with parents that had no clue. I sneaked my purchases into the house and went on with life.

That was the first of many secret high school adventures, because Sally was my transportation for almost three years. She was my way to get away after breakups, she taught me responsibility, she ran errands between school and drama practice, and she drove pizza delivery at work.

She was a frustrating, amazing, expensive, freeing, high-maintenance piece of machinery, but she'll always be my first car and I'll always have a little love for her memory.



Linking up with Carla at "This Messy Heart"!

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My Faith Is Not Your Project

I sleep in one day a week.

Saturday.

It's glorious!
I don't usually leave my bed until at least 8:00am (sometimes even 8:30!). And that's a full three hours later than any other day of the week.

Then, I put on comfy clothes, toss my hair into a messy ponytail, and enjoy a morning with my toddler having breakfast, watching cartoons, and doing laundry.

But last Saturday, shortly after 8:30, my doorbell rang.

"Do you know our Lord Jesus Christ?"
"Have you read this pamphlet?"
"Could I come back for bible study with you?"
"Let me show you how you should be studying the bible."

Who thought this was a good way to spread the news of something so life-altering? Who in their right mind thought that interrupting someone at their home at 8:30 in the morning on a SATURDAY was the best way to open someone's mind and heart to anything?

To clarify, I do know Jesus, study my bible, and love my church where my faith is restrengthened each week.

But if I didn't, I can assure you that showing up unannounced, and taking away precious moments from the one morning each week I have with Jace, is not going to make me want to listen to anything you have to say.

Yet, I have to believe that this woman was doing what she thought was right. She believes in sharing the gospel, which is a good thing in itself, but her method is unlikely to work. People don't like to be told what they have to do, they don't like to be told that they're wrong, and they really don't like hearing these things from a stranger.

It's an issue I've always had with the idea of evangelizing.
Truth be told, the word evangelizing makes me cringe a little.
So, when I stumbled upon an article titled "Your Interfaith Friends Aren't Projects," it resonated with me.

Here's a brief quote that really sums up the article:
The main idea here is to be aware that in conversations with people—regardless of what they believe—the things we should prioritize the most are loving them and trusting God, not trying to force an agenda. This is where not leaning on our own understanding is truly fleshed out. It's where we have to believe that the One who put us in these situations knows them better and has something specific to that moment to share through us.


That's it.

Stop looking at people as someone that could become a Christian if you just show them why they're wrong for believing anything else. Stop looking at them with a plan of how to make them change. Stop thinking of them in terms other than human being and, hopefully, friend.






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Things I Learned in July

Linking up with Emily at Chatting at the Sky for this month's collection of what I've learned!


1.) There is an EST (Eastern Standard Time) and EDT (Eastern Daylight Time).
Seriously, I never knew this. Until I accidentally sent a work meeting request with the wrong one on it.

2.) The best way to clean out your house is to ask this question:
Am I keeping this because I want/need it, or because I think someone else wants me to keep it?
And if it's that someone else thinks you should have it, then it's time to donate it.

3.) How to be happy being still.
When we lost out on the house it was disappointing. But after all the stress we had been through, all the drama it had caused, and all the money we had lost with it, when we finally got the definite "No," I actually felt relief. I unpacked the boxes, decluttered my home, and found myself being content without worrying about "What's our next move?"
Are we going to stay in our apartment forever? No chance. But do we need to change it right now? Nope.

4.) Don't let 2 year old's play with technology that you will need.
When we went up to Ohio this month I packed my iPod knowing that I would need it to go for a run. Unbeknownst to me, the day before we left Jace had gotten a hold of it. So when I went to run I turned it on and was greeted with an odd request:
Enter your passcode.
I've never put a passcode on it. But apparently Jace did. And there's no way to ask a toddler what four numbers he set. Since there are 10,000 possibilities I now need to reset it to get back into it.

5.) My toddler wants to be a rock climber.
Wednesday night we decided to go up to Anglin Falls to hike, mostly because even the edges aren't that steep of a drop if Jace gets too close. But the end of the trail feels like it's basically straight up some rocks, and Jace was ready for it. He didn't want a hand to hold, and he certainly didn't want to be carried up it, he was was going to do it by himself thankyouverymuch.

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