Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have, or sleep all you want.
Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
When you realize you have made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
Spend some time alone.
Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
The Journey...
I have been down some unforgettable roads, drives, and streets in my life.
There are the many drives that my Momma and I went on together to visit different colleges, always finding a “front door” to follow, and priding ourselves in the cheap but surprisingly clean hotels that we found.
The road that takes me to my in-laws where my husband used to park, staring up at the stars, talking to me on the phone for hours so that he didn’t lose cell phone reception.
The road to Hana where my Dad drove our rental car beyond the paved portion of the road creating our very own adventure.
The drive to and from school where my Grandma helped my sister and me determine when we should stop and when we should go if the light turns yellow.
The short street that led to the slanted drive way of my villa where I laid looking up at the stars with my sister one perfect night.
My very short drive to work that gives me the opportunity to occasionally ride my bike.
And the highway that leads me back to the place that I still call home.
My heart is like a map that can take me to these places and so many more…even if only for a second…as I close my eyes and temporarily exit reality. Sometimes I wish that I could be back in my little red Mazda Protégé driving home from high school or in my Subaru Impreza packed full of all of the completely unnecessary but very fun things that I crammed into my college dorm room driving home for the summer. But if I stayed in those memories, I never would have had the opportunity to ride in a church van to Nashville, Tennessee where I experienced God in a very real, life changing way un-like any other time in my life or in my husband’s convertible Mustang with the top down and the wind blowing in my hair or in my Mazda 3 with Bailey in the back seat. I wouldn’t have been able to climb to the top of the playground to drink a mango limeade and visit with my sister or discover Wild Horse Creek Road. These are the roads that have made me who I am today. They don’t all have names. You cannot find all of them on a map. They don’t always lead from point A to point B. And there might be an occasional detour. But my compass points towards God. He is the only One True Way, and on this journey called life, I can’t think of a better tour guide.
There are the many drives that my Momma and I went on together to visit different colleges, always finding a “front door” to follow, and priding ourselves in the cheap but surprisingly clean hotels that we found.
The road that takes me to my in-laws where my husband used to park, staring up at the stars, talking to me on the phone for hours so that he didn’t lose cell phone reception.
The road to Hana where my Dad drove our rental car beyond the paved portion of the road creating our very own adventure.
The drive to and from school where my Grandma helped my sister and me determine when we should stop and when we should go if the light turns yellow.
The short street that led to the slanted drive way of my villa where I laid looking up at the stars with my sister one perfect night.
My very short drive to work that gives me the opportunity to occasionally ride my bike.
And the highway that leads me back to the place that I still call home.
My heart is like a map that can take me to these places and so many more…even if only for a second…as I close my eyes and temporarily exit reality. Sometimes I wish that I could be back in my little red Mazda Protégé driving home from high school or in my Subaru Impreza packed full of all of the completely unnecessary but very fun things that I crammed into my college dorm room driving home for the summer. But if I stayed in those memories, I never would have had the opportunity to ride in a church van to Nashville, Tennessee where I experienced God in a very real, life changing way un-like any other time in my life or in my husband’s convertible Mustang with the top down and the wind blowing in my hair or in my Mazda 3 with Bailey in the back seat. I wouldn’t have been able to climb to the top of the playground to drink a mango limeade and visit with my sister or discover Wild Horse Creek Road. These are the roads that have made me who I am today. They don’t all have names. You cannot find all of them on a map. They don’t always lead from point A to point B. And there might be an occasional detour. But my compass points towards God. He is the only One True Way, and on this journey called life, I can’t think of a better tour guide.
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