Here is the dealio

I love playing hostess, especially when friends and family come to visit.  As Luke's brother once put it, "Friends are family and family are friends"   So true.

Some people get stressed when hosting.  But not me.  I want my place to look perfect when people first arrive, but after that - who cares about dirty dishes and empty cans when the people you love are there? 

This weekend was one of those weekends. After a week filled with sadness and frustration, it proved to be great end to a rough beginning.  Starting with a surprise visit from my sister & husband, to running in the rain, seeing naked people run in the rain, to eating homemade pizza family style with both friends and family, and ending with a night walk home where we couldn't stop laughing.  

I have always enjoyed experiences over materials.  

This is not to say that I don't enjoy shopping, or new things.  Please, I wish I was that much of an angel.  

But, no new thing can replace the joy I feel while in the midst of family and friends.   It's times like these that are reminders of God's huge blessings.  When looking around the room, you cannot help but think that God's enjoying this too.

I guess what I'm saying is .....

              
                Come on Over!
no, really, you should.

Really?

Has it been this long since I've written on here?  I apologize, faithful followers. 

Having accomplished the whole schooling thing, the last two months have been spent in the following:

1. Graduate, spend time with family.  Day after graduation, move to Chicago
2. Embrace the daunting task of starting my career
3. Send my resume to everyone who will take it and even some that don't
4. Repeat steps 2-3 for the past 2 months

At least this experience has confirmed my desire and love of working (though not overly so).  In times when I will want to stay in bed, as it remains dark and frigid , these memories of summer will channel my thoughts and prayers of thanks will be repeated. 
This experience has also allowed me to experience the "stay-at-home wife".  No offense, as some women enjoy and should stay home.  I, however, do not.  Dishes? Laundry? Clean floors?  Elves, where do you hide?
I don't mean to sound bitter.  In fact, when I caught myself thinking those thoughts of neglect, unwant, and denial, I remind myself that God knows my heart and my desires.  He has everything planned and has the perfect job for me.  Just Wait.  Be Patient. 
Patience has always been something I thought I had.  But I want to say, ok, I've been patient.  I've waited. SO Hurry Up. (stomp stomp). 
Whenever I do that, I hear Trust Me, you are meant for Great Things.  (sigh, ok, I'll wait) 
A reminder to myself that while I wait, this is time for my heart to open and to wait in joy, for He has great plans.

Anyways, bottom line.  Wait. Patiently.  Joyously.  Trusting.  Plus, summer in the city is the perfect time not to work!