all i need

i had a different post planned for today, but listening to pandora, this song stopped me dead in my tracks.

thank you, Lord for who you are.

All I Need is You. by Hillsong

Left my fear by the side of the road
Hear You speakWon't let go
Fall to my knees as I lift my hands to pray
Got every reason to be here again
Father's love that draws me in
And all my eyes wanna see is a glimpse of You

All I need is You
All I need is You Lord
Is you Lord

One more day and it's not the same
Your spirit calls my heart to sing
Drawn to the voice of my Saviour once again
Where would my soul be without Your Son
Gave His life to save the earth
Rest in the thought that You're watching over me

You hold the universe
You hold everyone on earth
You hold the universeYou hold

listen here.

help!

i can't seem to get rid of my old blog template. anyone highly proficient in blogger? 

eek!

pretty things...

so it's been a while. I've been making and creating lots of things and very anxious to share. but for now, i'll leave you all these lovelies....

how adorable is this?? source

i want this print. source

sweet, sweet puppy. source

beautiful. source

my ruffled feathers.

ok, not really. but would that be very hard to believe? haha. 

shirt before: hadn't worn it in ages.

     

                     <----note slippers---->

and after:  

chris was making me laugh. silly boy.

an up close shot. hello nostrils!

hooray for ruffles!

.ode to my lover.

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.ode to my lover.
Who swept my heart away nine years ago in a late night car ride, asking me why girls don’t like farts. Yes, farts. I should have known right then and there this was the man I would marry and share my life with.

And so it began. We made music together, laughed, teased, joked, but never dated. Supposedly he read his Bible for eight hours a day. Psh. I never bought it. And somehow I saw through his crazy haircuts (and colors, I might add), and pants that for some reason or another had safety pins on the bottom. Was that even in?

A dear friend, whom I’m sure was getting sick of us flirting yet still denying our love for each other, exchanged a few words with each of us that we ‘liked’ the other. Remember those days? Does he like me? I don’t know, I think he likes her…

Dating was full of some awkward dates, late night chats on msn, and lots of time at church together. Heck, our first kiss was even at church. *gulp* Moving on… Me attending lots of his tennis matches, and him coming to my piano recitals. Me ditching almost all of my high school football games to go to his. (he was in drumline. he played the quads. *grin*) Me nearly making my parents nearly gray out of frustration coming home so much later than my curfew. Him buying me jewelry that was totally not my style. Me wearing it anyway because he bought it for me. (He would argue this). Having my first dance ever with a boy with him in the parking lot of Coffman park to boyz II men, end of the road. Good choice, huh? Three prom alternatives, two of which we attended as each other’s dates. The other, we won’t mention :) Overall, a grand ole’ time of having fun and getting to know each other.

But then it was time for college. Wow, what a season of change. Through a couple of much-needed breakups, and two year s of long-distance, we made it. I might add that we once broke up on Valentine’s Day. Yeah, that was a good one. (note: read with sarcasm) But don’t worry, he made up for it a few years later with a lovely dinner consisting of microwavable fish sticks. (again, sarcasm). After what seemed like endless conversations about our differences, how we were raised, our personalities, etc, we finally came to the conclusion that those differences were what assembled our puzzle so beautifully. We fit.

One point five years of liking. Five years of dating. Seven months of engagement. And now almost two years of marriage. what. a.ride.

Ode to my lover. Who makes mistakes but realizes them and apologizes. Who allows me to make mistakes and graciously accepts my apologies.

Ode to my lover, who isn’t perfect but who’s perfect for me.

weather-ish warning:

all weather-related tools not created equal.

(read: do not use an umbrella to scrape mounds of snow off your car. it will snap in half)

*grin*

some lovely things.

my husband made dinner tonight. what. a. keeper.

this caramel macchiato creamer is  a m a z i n g. don't know why it took me so long to find it.

a delicious cup of coffee in an antique friendship mug (my mom has the other one *grin*)

fruit usually goes pretty fast in our house, but occasionally the bananas get old. SO glad I strayed from my usual chocolate peanut butter recipe and went with these....they're delicious.

Banana Scotch Muffins

2 ripe bananas, peeled and mashed.

1 egg, beaten

1/2 cup sugar

1/4 cup milk 

2 TB oil

1 tsp vanilla

1 cup all purpose flour

1 cup quick cooking rolled oats

1 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp baking soda

1/2 tsp salt

1/2 cup butterscotch chips (i added a few more) :)

Mix together mashed bananas, eg, sugar, milk, oil, & vanilla. In separate bowl, combine flour, oats, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Stir banana mixture into dry ingredients with butterscotch chips until just blended. Spoon into well greased 2 1/2 inch muffin cups. Bake in 400 degree oven 12-15 minutes. Remove from pan.

Enjoy!!

it's snowing.

and usually i hate the snow. but today i got to go home from work early (yeah).

not to mention this is the view from my back window:

i'm totally serious. beautiful, isn't it?

so I'm trapped inside (yeah, again), crocheting *grin* here's my first few granny squares:

i think soon it might be time for a pot of coffee.....mmmmm.

my new granny white

if anyone remembers when i said goodbye to granny white, you'll remember it was a somewhat bitter-sweet day. i loved that drive to and from work. it was peaceful. serene. when i think of that drive i think worship and prayer. driving through a forest (quite literally...forest hills) with one quaint little gas station called Granny White Market.

Ok, wow. I miss Nashville.

Anyway, I think I found my new Granny White. It's called Riverside Drive. Google has no sort of cool picture, and it's definitely not equivalent to good 'ole GW, but it'll do. There are trees lining the street, but they're definitely not covering the road; it's two lanes, but definitely busier; and there are lots of beautiful homes, most definitely like granny's. *grin* I guess the one difference is this. It's called Riverside because there's a river running by it's side! haha. Imagine that.

bottom line. i love driving too and from work. really, too and from anywhere. but my car when i'm in it alone is my safe place. where i can have good quiet time to think, pray, and just be still.

today i'm dreaming about making this. : D

what a glorious night...

coffee. crocheting. light housework. and snuggling with my puppy. 

oh, and wondering how i can refashion my favorite black cardigan that got shrunk in the wash. oops. guess i should have watched chris put all of the clothes into the dryer. 

lesson learned.