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Today was a perfect Sunday. Matt and I spent most of the day at his parent’s house, watching football, eating Corky’s BBQ, and just enjoying nice visiting time. Here are a few snapshots from the day.

Matt and his Dad were intently watching the Broncos/Steelers game (GO BRONCOS!), I showed up on Matt’s dad’s shopping list as the “Son Thief,” (hehe) and I rocked the messy wavy hair look because I was too lazy to blowdry and straighten my hair this morning.

Also, you see an appearance of Matt’s sad face (which I like to say never works on me, but sadly, it does) and my new coffee mug and snacks for work this week.

I am back at work now and ready to rock some major overtime this week. Hope you all have had an awesome weekend as well. Have a good week!

I've missed you tumblr!!!

My roommate and I have been talking about a super secret project for a while now and we have finally decided to start on it, so that’s why I have been absent from tumblr for a few days now. Anyway, we would like to share our project with you all, and would love for you to check it out and let us know what you think!

We have decided to start a daily vlog on YouTube so that we can share our particularly wacky lives (and the lives of our pets) with the rest of the world. We have actually made it through two days now! Some people have made goals of making one video every day for a year, but we haven’t made any goals like that yet. Now that I think about it, maybe we should, but anyway I’m just rambling now! Focus!

Sooo, if you want to check out our daily vlogs, you can find them at www.youtube.com/peacelovememphis.

Subscribe if you like. Comment if you like. Let us know what you think!!

My Spiritual Journey (Part 1)

What a person believes about an afterlife depends a lot on that particular person’s faith. It’s hard for us humans to believe in something that cannot be seen or touched. For most people, belief in Heaven or a paradise after death has a lot to with religious beliefs and practices. Even within certain religious groups, there is quite a bit of controversy about what actually happens when you die. I can’t claim to know much about the beliefs of any religious group other than Christianity, but I am starting to research more and learn more about other faiths and belief systems. Even within Christianity, however, there is such a broad range of what could happen after death. For example, I was raised in a non-denominational Christian environment. The basic doctrine that I was taught growing up was that people did not go to Heaven after they died. Once you died, you were placed in the ground to await the return of Jesus to this Earth. Even then, not everyone would be able to make it. Heaven forbid that I misquote the preacher who was over the church in which I was raised, (and for those of you who can’t tell, I say the previous with heavy sarcasm) but I was never clear on the rest of what was supposed to happen after Jesus came back. I knew there was something about the New Earth and everyone getting new bodies, but there was still a magic number that had to be attained because apparently, there will only be 144,000 in the Bride of Christ. If Jesus happened to come back to Earth, and you hadn’t done enough in your life to be a part of this elite 144,000 Body of Christ, then you were basically not even significant to anyone or anything in the universe. Honestly, I can’t remember if those unfortunate souls were supposed to be able to get new bodies and dwell in the New Earth, because frankly, I had stopped paying attention to the sermon hours before we even got to that point. I vaguely remember some mention of even if you didn’t get into the Bride of Christ, you still had to go stand before God and be judged for everything bad you had ever done in your life. Also, if you were found lacking, you were pretty much going to be flung into some lake of fire by the angry and mighty God.

If you can’t tell, I pretty much viewed God as this angry, all-knowing, all-powerful being who sat up in the Heavens in a really bad mood all the time. As a child, I often wondered what could have caused God to be so angry. Maybe it was all the ungrateful, whiners in the Bible. I mean, God did cause some of the people in the Bible to go through some pretty rough stuff compared to what I went through as a kid. I tried hard to live the first portion of my life so that I would measure up in God’s eyes. I worried and fretted sometimes that I wasn’t doing enough. I imagined the end of life coming and every single person that I went to church being allowed access into the Bride of Christ, but not me! In one recurring dream I had as a child and teenager, I remember seeing all of the people that went to church with me being in this huge line leading up to God’s throne in Heaven. As each one passed in front of God, a number was solemnly called out and a crown was placed on that person’s head. I was the last one in the line, and there came a time when there were just two of us left. The person in front of me stepped in front of God. He solemnly called out “144,000!” placed a crown on that person’s head and they walked off to join the crowd of others. I remember just sorta standing there in front of God, knowing that there was no more room and that I wasn’t going to be allowed in. Before I was cast away forever, I remember looking into the faces of all the people I went to to church with and seeing such shame and disappointment reflected in their eyes back at me. This was pretty much the point that I always woke up from this dream in a cold sweat. You can imagine that such dreams spurred me on to reevaluate my convictions. I would start working so hard to pay more attention in church. I would take more notes on the sermon and study more of the Scriptures that were quoted by the preacher. I don’t think my dislike for religious things hit me all at once. It was something that happened very gradually. I started forming my own opinions about certain beliefs, but I always kept them to myself. I tried asking my parents or other authority figures in the church questions about certain things, but I soon realized that questioning anything that had been taught in church was a big no-no.

(to be continued…)

Everytime I log onto Facebook....

I just sit there and scroll through the feed and wonder why I even still have an active account. I swear the only reason is to keep up with my quite large circle of family and friends that live nowhere near me.

One of these days, I am going to snap and just delete the entire account. I already spent most of my time on tumblr or youtube anyway. My forms of social networking are slowly starting to edge facebook out of the picture.

Anyone else feel like this?

Lazy Sunday morning...

Matt is trying to figure out Pro Guitar for Rock Band on the PS3, and I am unlocking courses on Mario Golf: Toadstool Tour for the Wii. I had awesome gluten free snickerdoodle cookies for breakfast, and I am going to have a nice long shower and a cup of hot pumpkin chai tea before we head over to Matt’s parents for football. These are the days that scream perfection. 

*contented sigh*

Kara out. This is the last day of my weekend, and I don’t want to spend it on the Internet! 

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Amy and I went and gave blood yesterday evening before I had to come into work. I look really weird in this pic. I couldn’t get the camera to angle right since one arm had a massive needle in it that was draining my blood from my body!

Mine took longer than normal to finish. (yeah, yeah, that’s what she said!) My arm is still sore though. :-(

The people who work at LifeBlood are really amazing. They said that donations are really slow right now, and they need more people to come out and donate. If you are able to, go give blood! You never know how many lives you may be able to save by just giving a little!

It’s the coldest night of the year.
We’re out roaming the streets.
Making our way home from the game.

Sleepy and warm, I doze in the car
As Matt weaves through the city.
I wake at a bookstore and I smile.

Slipping inside, the farthest corner
Calls my name. That’s where the best
Books are, anyway.

Paging through volumes, I drink the
Words in. Poems and stories wash
Over me, and my worries fade.

This is where I’m at home.
When life gets me down,
The books catch me and save me.

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I never did get a chance to post my Thanksgiving entry, and when I got ready to finally post it tonight, I realized that I had accidentally deleted it. Fail! So, here’s a photo montage of my Thanksgiving day. Enjoy!!

I have just realized that I went the entire day and forgot to get a picture of Matt’s mom! Now I am sad because I don’t have a good picture of her or Matt’s dad from Thanksgiving. Oh well, maybe I will remember to get one next time I see them! :-D

You are loved.

I’m going to scoop up all the love you pour out on me and knit it into a strong, warm fabric that I can throw around my shoulders and hug close to my body whenever I am lonely and scared. I’m gonna pretend that it’s you, sitting right there next to me, holding me in your arms. I am going to accept all the care and warmth you have to offer and then I am going to turn right around and pour all my love and devotion right back onto you. I am going to treasure every second I spend with you, because remembering those seconds will get me through the hours I have to spend away from you. I am going to remember how you tell me what a strong person I am. I am going to remind myself of all the times that you tell me how proud you are of me, and I am going to let that inspiration spur me on to accomplish even more with my life. I live for the day when I won’t have to worry about being sad over being away from you for a few days. Every time I worry or fret about being too weird, I am going to remember how weird you are and how our weirdness works together so perfectly. Every time I feel like I am not good enough to be in your life, I will remember you telling me how much I mean to you and how much I add to your life. Every time I want to escape from the rest of the world, I am going to remember our little world that we are creating together, and I will remember that I will get to escape there again soon. And every time I don’t feel love for myself, I am going to remember you looking into my eyes and reminding me that I AM loved. And at the end of the day, whether I am right next to you or across town with my cats, me remembering all of these things is all that matters anyway.