So I know this girl...
I like to call her the 2% milk to my hot tea which of course, I am. See, what happens when you add fresh, cold 2% milk to a grande steaming hot Chamomile Tea is this great formula I like to call perfection. The effect is soothing to my soul and refreshing to my mind and laughter to my tummy; an overall fantastic moment in life that I dream about experiencing! And no better place to experience it then in Barnes and Nobles while reading an enthralling book. Okay but now I am thinking about my real "hot tea" moments when this is about the metaphor of the girl...
So her name is Sarah...
Such a beautiful, sweet name that makes me think beautiful, sweet thoughts... like going to The Grill and eating pizza while putting my feet up on her side of the booth (pleasant view when you are trying to enjoy your food) and her giving me the keys to drive home because she is too tired and then she wakes up half-way through the trip for fear of losing her life by my crazy driving but soon is okay because we are shaking it to "My Boo" and like the time when Michelle and I made her do a Chinese Fire Drill in the middle of Oakland and Powerline at 10:30 on a Friday night (SCARY!). Great memories that will never be forgotten and every once in a while we will pull out of out memory bank so we can have a good laugh.
So I know this girl...
She is the 2% milk to my hot tea; she cools down my heated emotions; she blends well with my strong and opinionated flavor. Though, now that I think about it, Michelle is the tea bag which gives off the flavor so basically its Sarah evening Michelle's strongness out... Hmm... that is food for some thought...
Conclusion:
So I know these girls...
And without them my life would be a steaming hot cup of water. No flavor, no soothingness, no nada. Just blah! How blessed am I?

A powerful thought came into my mind last night as My Love was driving me home from our hot date to Houstons in Aventura where I had an Evil Thai Jungle Noddle Steak Salad with the perfect mojito while sitting in the most romantic booth overlooking the sunset on the lake (I just had to put that out there so I can get a whiff of your jealousy). But back to my powerful thought...
I can't remember what is was. I went to bed last night thinking "I gotta blog about this tomorrow! This is gonna change the world." So off to la-la land I go and then I wake up the next morning, refreshed, rejuvinated, alive, and.... forgetful. Where did my memory go? Disappointed is not a strong enough word.
When the powerful thought hits me again, I will be back. Trust me, it's just that moving. Be ready.

The best kept secret about me is that I am a die hard fan of rock music (yes sometimes that includes heavy metal) and I have found the one band
that keeps me coming back and even want to *gasp* buy a CD... because every one of their songs is just that good!

I like 'em best when I'm driving waaaay over the speed limit on I-95 but I will take 'em sitting down while doing my homework or late at night when falling asleep. I think I should even credit them with getting my house clean every Friday.

Life is a series of valley lows and mountain-top highs but I never knew that I could be in a two places at once. I have been feeling as if I have been struggling through the muck and mire of the lowest point in my life. Sad that I have been here many times before and I worry about whether I will ever return. I thought I had conquered the past.
Amazingly enough, even laughable, is the fact that I am actually experiencing a mountain-top high in my life and I have closed my eyes to God's grace. He has been pouring out His love on me in the form of my dear, caring husband and constantly joyful, entertaining son but I have rebelliously pushed that away to keep trudging through muck.
I have been freed from the bonds that keep me hiding from rejection and lusting for excitement. I can be joyful in this moment of lull and restlessness. I can turn it into a moment of contentment and rest. God has given me the very hope I prayed desperately for in my heart two years ago: REST! and I turned my back on Him for giving me an unexciting life filled with nothing but the ho-hum of the every day hamster wheel.
God forgive me. I have been more than confused; I have been making the choice to be wrong.

So my dearest most wonderful loving most cherished husband took one of his work days off to spend with me on my birthday. You would have to know him to understand... he does not even believe in calling into work sick so for him to ask for a day off just because it was the day I was born 22 year ago... I stand in awe! I must be pretty loved!
Tonight I am supposed to go to class though for 3. 5 hours and listen to my professor give a review for a test that he won't even relate to the subject that he will be going over tonight. Should I go when I am going to a study group on Saturday and I have better notes that what he has to say? Should I skip to go out on a HOT date to end the evening to a perfect, fabulous, special, memorable, won't-ever-happen-again day? Decisions! Decisions!
My Love says I shouldn't but I can tell he wants me to. He is so readable. My heart says I should stay with the one I love and my professor says I should show up for class or else. He is pretty straight forward. Darn them forward thinkers!

I am having a moment of pure excitement! I want to go to Heaven and I want to go now! I cannot wait until the last person has been saved and up we go to be safely set apart from the havoc and horribleness that will be done on Earth. I am so looking forward to partying and praising with my girls and hugging my Savior with all the love that I have for Him - just try and count how many times I will be saying Thank You Jesus! I will want to enjoy all the gloriousness that I cannot even imagine right now but at the same time, watch the show down below being so thankful to be safe and sound for the rest of eternity. Wow! An eternal party... with all the food I can think of and never gain an ounce! "They" say we won't need food in Heaven but I believe that Jesus knows the desires of my heart and loves me enough to fill my tummy with the best delicacies! Really the thought of not wanting food makes me want to cry...
I'm thinking that I am going to experience this amazing freedom, to sing at the top of my lungs, to dance around in a leaping, whirling kind of way, just abandoning all fear of looking like a freak and simply laugh like crazy from all the joy of being done with my fleshly, sinful life down here. And I think everyone else will be joining me in doing all that too.
When I get to Heaven, I am going to travel the universe and touch the stars. I am going to sit on a cloud and bounce on the moon. I am going to run across the ocean and skate through the air with the wind pushing my forward.
Hurry Jesus! Hurry!