XII XII

This is the tattoo I hope to get. It is the duplicated roman numeral for twelve. This is to represent Romans 12:12 "Rejoice in hope, be constant in prayer, and be patient in tribulation." This is a verse where I have found accountability and strength in my daily walk in Christ. Also, with it being a roman numeral and not necessarily a fish symbol or a cross, should I chose to cross international borders I can use the tattoo as a witnessing tool without being red flagged for being an unwanted missionary. I hope to get it on my left wrist before the semester is over... but we'll see.

Hebrews 10: 23-26

Hebrews is incredible. Nuff said. I don't know how else to describe the empowerment it brings to those that are in Christ. It is such a great book for those in the Church trying to grow together in the Word and in Him. Today my devotional for my discipleship with Molli was in Hebrews 10:23-26:
"Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful. And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another -- and al the more as you see the Day is approaching." Wow. Cling to the faith with a death grip. Because He is faithful. Give each other a swift kick in the rear end to do good deeds and share the Gospel. Don't give up on holding each other accountable. Because while some groups do, we are true believers and will be upholding our testimony when we remain accountable and growing in the Word. Encourage one another, with tough love and loving kindness. Because at the end of the day, we are one day closer to Christ's return. Should not have any trouble applying that to our Wolfpack, that's what we call our bible study. However, unfortunately we're finding that some of our original members are falling away from the word and into a pit of sexual impurity, drunkenness, and ultimate self-righteous actions. It's disgusting and so sad to see a Greek sister find hope in hooking up with strangers and taking pride in being drunk on the weekends. It breaks my heart and disgusts me all in the same thought. It's also frustrating and definitely a selfish sin to consider that she is able to have relations with so many people and I can't even have a man tell me he thinks I'm attractive. Ugh. I will struggle with this until I get engaged, but honestly, I have decided to put my energy into becoming a daughter of Christ. The apple of His eye rather than the gem in the eye of a man on this earth. Even though I find a greek PGMer to be incredibly attractive, driven, witty, and potentially Christian; I can't allow myself to be consumed with the hopes of being his greatest desire. I also have to refuse teasing and being teased by a brief memory from high school. I know I won't marry one, and don't know if I can marry the other, so why exhaust myself with striving for their attention? I'm just ranting, but this makes me feel dignified for expressing my woes via keyboard. So I digress. But I still feel single. But realize that I am complete in Christ. And that will never be cliché.

Long time no "see"...

I am sorry it's been awhile. I'm sorry that I haven't updated you because a lot of exciting things have happened. And by the time I get around to actually typing it all up, I'm sure I'll forget something. Oh well, I'm tired and I have to get up super early for work tomorrow. Also I'm super tired from a busy day starting at 5 am to get to work at 6 to realize I wasn't supposed to be there, then practiced, then had a glorious lunch with a new & improved mature Payton, then went stand-up paddleboarding with Andrew, then went and worked out with the ladies at the church. I'm pooped.

I apologize

I apologize for only ranting when on this blog. I seems that every time I end up making it to posting something I don't have any exciting news to share, but rather steam to blow off. Well the only exciting and slightly fascinating thing that has happened today was I worked out at Planet Fitness with Annemarie, Norah, Becca, Julie & Jessica.  It was a grand old time. I ran in to two other PHS alumni, one was a skitch and partied way too much. The other was a redhead that I always thought was super cute, he was on the basketball team and was always buff and single... Oh well I'm not even sure if I remember his name correctly.
Becoming more and more like an adult and realized the bank tellers probably think I'm stupid because I've put down the wrong deposit amount twice now.
I made it home and fell in love with my dogs all over again!
Then I made myself an awesome breakfast including a plumicot. Plum + apricot = Plumicot. It was incredibly yummy!
Now I have to figure out what all I have to do today. You know how when you're driving home and you think of all the things you need to do, then by the time you make it home you forget ALL OF IT! Ugh. Oh well I'm pretty sure it includes ordering books, organizing my binders, and recruitment nonsense. Oh yeah and eventually I need to do back to school shopping.

Liep, Michelle
P.S. Don't worry it won't be just words, eventually I'll start posting outfits and workouts... maybe haha!

Confession

Sometimes I imagine I'm driving past my future husband. I imagine that he sees me and thinks hmmm she's pretty cute. So whenever I drive I'll act like I'm cooler than I actually am! I'll sit a little taller, or slouch a little more just so I don't look prissy. I crack myself up.

Sick of it...

I am presently sick of these things:
- Working on Sundays
- Missing out on the College Group
- Having to do everyone else's job while at work
- Being friendzoned
- Bad coffee
- Personal procrastination
- Fox News
- How easily my room can get messy
- How fast my summer disappeared
- Having to keep working on these things that don't have deadlines (or deadlines that are coming up way too quickly)

Goda Golfers

I got to play golf with my Dad and sister, actually it was more like I laughed with them. I can't ever take a round with my dad seriously! He cracks me up especially when he plays with Mag because he gets on her. Actually he funniest when he's playing bad because he does and says funny stuff. Until I fell apart and my stomach was aching. I played awfully but I still beat both of them courtesy of a few mulligans. It's funny how I can still beat them after only playing 18 twice this summer & 9 holes about 5 times. But I don't know how I feel about taking the PAT this fall. I know I already have a caddie, but I don't think I'm ready... nor will I ever be.
Liep,
Michelle