the chargers are 12 and 2, and i have a feeling we're about to be 13 and 2. super bowl champs? most definitely.
i have break-up hair. you know the haircut you get after you've been dumped to show your former significant other that you're so over them. well, i wasn't dumped by a boy, but emotionally i have felt a little like i was dumped by, well, life i guess, so i got a hair cut. it was actually pretty awesome, my friend emili gave me a free hair cut because she's in her 4th month of hair school and practice makes perfect. so she practiced on me the night before i had to go to this christmas party a couple of weeks ago, and oh my goodness, i was the belle of the ball that night, and pretty much ever since. apparently the news of my amazing new hair spread quickly, and the subject of how great it looks even came up in some staff meeting at my church. break-up hair is working for me. it's been pretty fun, and i have felt four thousand times more confident ever since. mark got a haircut too, which means that the floodhigh staff looks pretty dang spectacular this christmas season. i love it. you can knock us down, but when we stand up again we're gonna look great. take that.
what a super fun day at church sunday...christmas concert with october inc in the morning and then with forestry at night. i loved juanita and the crew busting it out in the morning. they minister to me so dang much. and fof was awesome too. they did drummer boy again this year, and it was just...you can't describe it in words. its amazing. i was really thinking about the lyrics of the song last night as i was watching the boys perform it. i started thinking about how i feel like a little drummer boy most of the time. i really have nothing to offer God that is enough of a gift or a thank you for what He has given me. so i just bang my little drum...i do the ministry He has given me, i try to love people as He would and i try live in a way that glorifies Him. and really, i don't make a large impact on the world, and my song is no where near as loud as even one of those drummers was last night. but i just keep beating on my little tiny drum, praying that it brings a smile to the face of my Savior.
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