getting back into blogging?

I remember easy bake ovens. The just-add-water cake mix was disguisting. But Granny would always let me use some of her cake or brownie mix in my little cake pan. I miss Fanny (as I use to call her). And the way she always makes lemonade with the little packets and cutting up real lemons to put in it...mmmmm....

Daddy, come get me. I want you to catch me again....I tagged you, you're it...Daddy, play with me. I want you to touch me again. Hold the purity in me, everytime you touch me. Touch me again. -Jason Upton

Well sung, Jason. Diddo for me, Daddy.

One day I hope to marry a man with a worshiper's heart similiar to that of Jason Upton. I had a crush on him last summer just by listening to his music (I had no idea what he looks like). I liked him just because of his heart--probably the most noble crush of my life. That little crush fled once I found out he is married. It wasn't a real crush anyway...

I wanted to get so much done today. Turns out election day didn't prove as productive as I'd hoped. But I did rest, it was needed. Dan Knott speaks of a Sabbath rest that the Lord gives us believers all the time. I like that.

I'm blessed to live with such amazing girls.

Beloved, speak my name.