Coffee Date

Seriously, how do you get a good still shot?  

Where do they even decide to pause it and use that image?

Oh well, it's Friday and we have coffee.  

Happy Friday Coffee Date! 

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Coffee Date Time!

Ok, why do they always stop when you're making the most unflattering faces?  

I mentioned Rachel Reeves recent video on health.

She talks about things I've said before, but I needed to hear someone else reiterate it. 

Check out other coffee dates with Rags to Stitches.

Have a great weekend!!! 

Coffee Date

I'm so excited to have you hear!!! 

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Coffee Date {Week 3}

I didn't want to a coffee date because I'm exhausted and sleepless.  

But here it is, I wanted to share.

This is the verse that I mentioned.  So good! 

"Instead of trusting in our own strength or wits to get out of it, we were forced to trust God totally—not a bad idea since He’s the God who raises the dead!" -2 Corinthians 9-10 The Message

Coffee Date {Week 2}

After my very first coffee date I decided that I really like it! It something that gets me out of my comfort zone and helps me remember that although I'm in a season of loving being an introvert, at heart I love people and am an extrovert too.  Plus I get to practice talking to adults again and you get to meet Addi.  Also, don't mind the bags under my eyes.

It was a crazy week around here, but I'm so grateful for all the blessings and things that are happening.  I hope you had a great week and are looking forward to a restful weekend.

First Ever Coffee Date! {link up}

Ahhh...I did it! 

I did a vlog {and now that I think about it I think I said it wrong during the recording}.

Any way, I honestly never thought I would do it.

But Katie inspired me too, I always look forward to hers and then today she was sick.

So hopefully it lifts your spirits a little for my very first vlog.

It wasn't to painful. 

I didn't plan what to say, but talked to you like I talk to my mom {my bff}.

And I didn't re-watch it because it freaks me out and I hate it.

Do you have this problem?

The last week God has been hitting me over the head with Pslams 139.

So I've tried to read it every day and read various translations.  

I thought I would share the message version today:

 God, investigate my life;

    get all the facts firsthand.

I’m an open book to you;

    even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking.

You know when I leave and when I get back;

    I’m never out of your sight.

You know everything I’m going to say

    before I start the first sentence.

I look behind me and you’re there,

    then up ahead and you’re there, too—

    your reassuring presence, coming and going.

This is too much, too wonderful—

    I can’t take it all in!

Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?

    to be out of your sight?

If I climb to the sky, you’re there!

    If I go underground, you’re there!

If I flew on morning’s wings

    to the far western horizon,

You’d find me in a minute—

    you’re already there waiting!

Then I said to myself, “Oh, he even sees me in the dark!

    At night I’m immersed in the light!”

It’s a fact: darkness isn’t dark to you;

    night and day, darkness and light, they’re all the same to you.

Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;

    you formed me in my mother’s womb.

I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!

    Body and soul, I am marvelously made!

    I worship in adoration—what a creation!

You know me inside and out,

    you know every bone in my body;

You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,

    how I was sculpted from nothing into something.

Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;

    all the stages of my life were spread out before you,

The days of my life all prepared

    before I’d even lived one day.

Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!

    God, I’ll never comprehend them!

I couldn’t even begin to count them—

    any more than I could count the sand of the sea.

Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!

    And please, God, do away with wickedness for good!

And you murderers—out of here!—

    all the men and women who belittle you, God,

    infatuated with cheap god-imitations.

See how I hate those who hate you, God,

    see how I loathe all this godless arrogance;

I hate it with pure, unadulterated hatred.

    Your enemies are my enemies!

Investigate my life, O God,

    find out everything about me;

Cross-examine and test me,

    get a clear picture of what I’m about;

See for yourself whether I’ve done anything wrong—

    then guide me on the road to eternal life.

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