I am my father's daughter.

You love me, you really love me.

I have an amazing dad, and empowering dad. One who loved me so well that I didn't have to heal bridges and wounds in order to successfully receive from my heavenly father. I have a dad who didn't let a day go by without saying "still one more."

No, he's not perfect, but his love for me is.

I have an amazing dad. We have an amazing Father.

The rain poured so hard tonight.

"When your heavenly father rains down on you, its not like you can rain back at him. So, just stand in it. Receive it. Dance in it!"

I got home earlier tonight, and my dad gave me his old bible that he found when going through stuff (along with the cleaner's receipt that my mom wrote her name and number down for him the nigh they met. He kept it! Such a romantic...its where I get it from) and in his bible, he had Psalm 119:11 marked and noted. Just like mine. Just like my heart.

I am my father's daughter, and I love every aspect of that.

Sheesh, Jesus, you're so freaking cool.

Hosanna.

Ma armastan sind, Eesti.

Oh man. Oh man, oh man.

My heart is soaring, and I can't wait to be in Estonia.
The weather is beautiful and today I had a perfect moment that I'm choosing to keep for a while.

I walked up to my house after having a wonderful morning/afternoon and I saw a dandielion...you know, the one's that you blow all the little things off and make a wish. So, I stood in the sunlight just before the shadow that my nostaligic green house makes on the sidewalk, made a wish, took a deep breath, and didn't stop exhaling until every floating piece was off the stem. I stood there for a bit, spun around once or twice, taking in the suns rays that for a while I didn't believe I deserved, and realized just how blessed I am.

Goodness, it was perfect.
I'm going to trust this for a little bit.

So, this is my heart lately.

I have this friend named Jacob who has a wonderfully authentic view of life, love, redemption, hope, and roots. So, here's what he has to say and beautifully took the words out of my mouth.

"2/7/10: My waffle house romance observations

Two booths at Waffle House other than mine.
One has two couples, four friends.
I'll admit that I'm nosy when it comes to people watching, so I listen to them.
Dropping serious discussion topics for college seniors.
"His career." "Starting a family." "Saving money."
Both girls had rings on their fingers.
Recently engaged.
No physical interaction? His arm is halfway draped around her on the edge of the booth. One girl grabs her fiance's arm during the conversation.
But rings on fingers mean's love. They're in love?
Planning for the future. Homes, jobs, careers, families, bank accounts, forms, papers, taxes.

Booth two. Have they stopped staring at each other since they walked in?
Enormous, goofy grins.
He keeps stepping on her toes under the table, on purpose.
She kicks him back.
He jokes about something quietly, she bursts with the most annoying, loving laughter.
He smiles and can't help but chuckle at her.
Her face crinkles in a playful, posed frown, but she knows why he's laughing at her.
She knows how he feels, she knows she makes him smile.

The all leave.
First the two couples, then the one.
Six people leaving.
Three men pay checks.
Two of the men shake hands.
Two of the women hug and say, "Goodbye!"
Two cars driving off to plan their lives.
But one guy and one girl laugh and stumble off to their car.
He gives her a push and runs off, slowly, as if he wanted to be caught.
She catches him, punches him. He lifts her in the air. And they laugh.

Rings are metal and rocks. "Engaged" and "fiancee" are words, created by people.
But love is love, and romance is romance. Feelings are feelings, more than words, actions.
Second booth, please."

Second booth, please indeed.

annndd, we're done.

Sometimes I just need to remind myself that love shouldn't be conditional, and neither should my mood.

My hope isn't in man, but the Lord.

"I must pull myself together, this is a brand new day." - Bryce Avary