praise God:

for a place to live in the summer! we shall make pizza with whole wheat crust and sunbathe in the backyard.

for bethany crouch’s incredible talk at crossroads last night. i won’t ever think of the Passion the same way again.

for crossroads in general. “ye shall know them by their love…”

that i don’t, in fact, have a million library books overdue. because it seemed inevitable by this point.

for naps.

woe is me:

for consuming cheese pizza, a java chip frappucino, and chex mix in quick succession. now i feel both PMS-y and fat and gross. wah.

for being selfish. and proud. and downright disgusting. (and it’s probably unnecessary to emphasize that that is no exaggerated attempt at humility, because you all probably know exactly how true it is because i’m probably a lot worse at hiding it than i think i am. the point is, i am saved by the power of Jesus but my “old man” shakes his decrepit fist at sanctification.)

be still, my soul because the list of God’s blessings outnumbers my list of woes. (and in compiling praises, i hadn’t even begun to exert extra cognitive energy. they’re just there, immediately apparent, simple and solid enough to get me joyously through another page in this grand novel of life.)