one hundred sixty five

1.6.5.

165 days until my heart becomes whole.
165 is a composite number.
1+6+5 is 12: the channel that One Tree Hill comes on.
The 165th verse of Psalm 119 is pretty rocking.
165 is the number of bobby pins that I have lost in the past year. (if not more.)
165 is a speed I would never dare to go.
165 is the amount I spent on a prom dress once.

But more importantly, 165 is the number of days that I have left to learn how to be a better Christian. I have to become a Youth Ministers Wife in 165 days. In 165 days I have to lead girls to the Lord full time. Live life with them. Disciple them.

I have 165 days to get ready for this. 165 days to read my word. To become a more mature Christian.

God, please don't let me waste the next 165 days.

I have Senioritis.Bad.

I have senioritis. Bad.

I know this because I am writing a blog post instead of studing for a test that I have in in about 30 minutes.

I have seniotitis. Bad.

I only have a little over 2 more months to be a "regular student" but by golly these 2+ months are sure taking their time.

I have senioritis. Bad.

I feel like that little girl in Shel Silversteins poem I don't want to go to school today. I am making up excuses not to go. My head hurts. I have the chicken pox. I am planning a wedding. (Are engaged people required to go to class?) Regardless, I don't want to go to school today. Or tomorrow for that matter.

I have senioritis. Bad.

Is there a cure yet for this raging epidemic of all seniors nationwide? If so, Good Lawd please send some my way. I might scream if it doesn't end soon. Because... yep, you guessed it-

I have senioritis. Bad.

It's Coming. It's Coming. It's Coming.

Marriage is getting closer and closer and the closer it gets the longer it is seeming to take. I think that this has to be the worst wait in all of life. Being so close to being with the one who will take me to the rest of my life but yet still being a little less than 6 months away. Its hard to wait. I want these 6 months to fly by but the one thing I don't want to fly by is living with the best. the moh. the aunt. the sister.

You see this year I have the amazing priviledge, scratch that, blessing, to live with Ash again. We lived together once before when we were sophomores at ICC but life happened and circumstances weren't right so that ended abruptly. I swore we would live together again. So God allowed that to happen and after last year I squelled all summer in anticipation for her to get her.

She was in California all summer serving the Lord with her time and her talent and I was here in Starkville wriggling for her to get back to the south and live with me again. So miles away from each other we counted down the days until she came back. And she did. And she moved in. And it has been amazing.

Can I just share with you why she means so much to me? Please do you day. Well alright. I'll go right ahead.

1. As I am typing this I am sitting right beside her on the couch. Last year this would have never happened. Its the little things that bring comfort to a day.
2. She is my Maid of Honor and not that its do or die but she has already started planning a lingerie shower for me. All though the wedding is still months away she has potential dates and guests all ready to go. Who does that? My best friend, thats who.
3. She prays for me. I think her prayers go to God faster than mine so I always put my requests in her ear so she can do what she does best.
4. Her boyfriend cooked us steaks last week. Thats my kind of pseudo-future-brother-in-law.
5. She goes running with me. And on that run we talk and encourage each other. I think there is rarely a think as bonding as exercising together. You are pushing through what you think you can't do as the best beside you is puching you to go harder.
6. I think we tell each other that we love each other at least 50 times a day. Now thats a best friend.

Ash, I am so thankful for you. Thank you for loving me for who I am. Thanks for cooking with me and just being best friends with me. You are precious. Heres to the nursing home. We shall be the envy. I love you.

Sneak Peak

A few weekends ago we had our professional engagement session and I figured I would share the sneak peak she showed us. Enjoy.

Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.
1 Peter 4:8

Blue, 42, Hut. Hut. Hut.

This past weekend was the opening game for football and if you know anything about me you know that I am not necessarily the world's biggest fan. Now don't get me wrong, I love some Mississippi State football. I can scream and ring that cowbell with the best of them but as far as knowing what's going on, I should be on the sideline coaching I ain't gotta clue! Nonetheless, the game day was splendid. Here is how it went…

First of all, we (me, Ash, and Chrissy) bought a tent. We searched and searched for a good deal on one of those tailgating tents. Well we thought we found the perfect one at Big Lots in Tupelo so I loaded up and went to get it. Well all was great. I was so proud of myself for finding it, getting it, and I just knew we were going to be the envy of the Junction. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I was wrong.

This is our tent, we affectionately call her Little Green.

Contain your oooh's and ahhh's please people. She can't take the attention. When everyone else around us ran out to set up their tent at five 0'clock, they had their frame which oh so easily pulled apart. We had our roof. And were we cool. So, needless to say, we went that night and bought a NICE tent. We hated to bring shame to Little Green but our pride was at stake. So we bought a fancy new tent but didn't get a picture of her. She thinks she is royalty. And to us she is!

Here is me and the best. Can you believe this is our first picture together in months! This is us dry. This is also her first time to tailgate. And we decided that the motto for our first Junction outing in which we had our very own Tent (she requires a capitol letter because she is that good) was Live and Learn. Whew we forgot some things which made out time out there a little less convient but we laughed the whole time. Here is our Live and Learn lesson #1.

If you bring a grill, bring a spatuchula. We had to rig something out of a aluminum pan and a plastic. Poor Chrissy burnt his little fingers. But man was it funny!

Lesson #2, if you are a Mississippi State student, bring your id to the game. This is totally directed at me because mine was in my car. So this led to being separated from the group. Me and Chrissy ended up having to sit with Nate's boys. Which wasn't bad at all but it wasn't my best or my fiancé.


Lesson #3, if there is a rumor that it is going to rain, bring some sort of shelter. This is Derrick. He is one of Nate's groomsmen so we had fun together. I would have cried if I didn't see him in the stands to sit with. We battled the rain together, he put my engagement ring in his pocket so it wouldn't fall off…we are officially going to be lifelong friends.

Then I found Nate and my day was all better.

So that was our day. It was too much fun and too wet but at the end of it we survived. We Lived and Learned and our Tent stood strong and proud through all of it.