for all the saints

Here's an entry while I wait for my 40-page fax to go through...so I can follow with another 40-page fax.

Today is much better than yesterday. I'm wearing my new skirt, I don't have band practice tonight, and Evan is taking me to McAlister's for dinner. Also, I had lunch with Casey today. I love talking to Casey for many reasons, but a big one is that she's the only one who completely understands what a miracle my relationship with Evan is. For those who don't know or don't remember, Casey was the RUF intern during my years in the group. I often refer to her as my "mentor-type person." She has known Evan and I as long as we've known each other. For years I spilled my confusion out to her, and she counseled me so patiently. She was also there for some really happy times. We don't see each other as often now, but I still consider her an important person in my life. Anyway, she's so excited about Evan and I that it reminds me again what a gift God has given me; how shocked and awed I would be if I met three-years-ago-me in the street. I'm sorry if I'm too mushy or talk about this too much, but I am a very blessed, and undeserving, girl and I want the world to know about it. :)

Last night I finished three pages of my 7x7 Evan & Me scrapbook. I'm glad to have finally started it. Unfortunately I've already used up most of my "real" pictures and need to print out the rest.

This forward came from my church's e-mail list. I'm sure it'll stir up all kinds of controversy, but it made me think and I wanted to share it. ( It's not just about Americans )

for all the saints

Here's an entry while I wait for my 40-page fax to go through...so I can follow with another 40-page fax.

Today is much better than yesterday. I'm wearing my new skirt, I don't have band practice tonight, and Evan is taking me to McAlister's for dinner. Also, I had lunch with Casey today. I love talking to Casey for many reasons, but a big one is that she's the only one who completely understands what a miracle my relationship with Evan is. For those who don't know or don't remember, Casey was the RUF intern during my years in the group. I often refer to her as my "mentor-type person." She has known Evan and I as long as we've known each other. For years I spilled my confusion out to her, and she counseled me so patiently. She was also there for some really happy times. We don't see each other as often now, but I still consider her an important person in my life. Anyway, she's so excited about Evan and I that it reminds me again what a gift God has given me; how shocked and awed I would be if I met three-years-ago-me in the street. I'm sorry if I'm too mushy or talk about this too much, but I am a very blessed, and undeserving, girl and I want the world to know about it. :)

Last night I finished three pages of my 7x7 Evan & Me scrapbook. I'm glad to have finally started it. Unfortunately I've already used up most of my "real" pictures and need to print out the rest.

This forward came from my church's e-mail list. I'm sure it'll stir up all kinds of controversy, but it made me think and I wanted to share it. ( It's not just about Americans )