christians make the worst customers...

I was talking with Jacob on my way home from my short little 3.5 hour shift at work. we chatted about little stuff and then jacob asked me, "How was your day at work?"

my response: "christians are the worst customers."

the worse part about knowing who is a "christian" is seeing what they are buying and then thinking, "wow. you could really use that Bible right about now."

Jacob said with all the stories i have regarding this subject, i could write a book.

but honestly, it'd be short. it really breaks my heart to see people, Bible in hand, ripping into a cashier, or a server at a restaurant. The ONE time i saw a "godly" man speak to a server at Applebees in an ungodly way, i no longer have any sort of interest in seeing this man speak or hear what he has to say.

i understand we are all human, and we are very impatient beings. but if you get impatient with someone who is trying to HELP you, APOLOGIZE. THAT, my friends, is what sets you apart.

PS. 4:3 "Know that the Lord has set apart the godly for himself."

Matthew 7:2 "do to others the way you would have them do to you."

I don't really post a whole lot about this because i feel like i'm judging. but, really. when i feel like crap after you walk away, are you really showing Jesus to those who may not see Him? or are you leaving someone with the bad taste about what christianity is really like?

think twice before you start putting someone down. and if you are just tired of being pressured about this membership card or that promotion or this or that...just remember: we are doing our jobs. if i don't ask you a bazillion questions, i could lose my job.

creativity

ok...so, i just want to say thank you to all the people that follow my blog on a semi-regular basis.

and i also want to apologize. i started this blog b/c i really thought i had some creative juices to get flowing and thought, well..if no one sees this, then thats fine. this will be just for me.

but then, people started reading. and commenting. and giving advice. and...other things.

so i started censuring what i wrote. then i stopped writing.

wow. sounds all too familiar. i used to write. a LOT. i have journals from forever ago where i would write stories (short ones...) and where i would just write to write. but time got away from me, and then before i knew it, i was believing the lie that i had nothing worth writing.

even now. i don't have any witty commentary. i'm not a photographer...my camera doesn't even really work, so pics are hard to come by. and time is of the essence. for example. the thought going through my mind right now: laundry. food. food for baby shower. work. when am i going to make food for baby shower between work? baby. baby is sleeping. ::gets up to go check on baby:: he's so cute. can't wait to get his pics back...pics..money...need more money...gotta go to work...work...time with family...work nights...man, i work friday night. how am i going to make this food for the baby shower when i work friday night?!

when do i have time (in my mind) to sit down and write a witty commentary on anything?

[and for my husband who is probably reading this: the above thoughts are only 60 seconds of actual thinking.]

i am who i am. i'm not very creative. if anything, i'm lazy. yep. there it is. i am lazy.

thought i post quick

Work is calling, so this is going to be a quick post.

we are one month away from beach vacation, 3 weeks away from matthew turning 5 months old, and about 18 years away from getting a good nights rest.

one thing i've learned over the last few months:

take EVERYTHING and EVERYONE with a grain of salt. No matter what anyone says to you, you cannot put any weight in it.

for example: the stories i've heard from family members about someone saying horrible things about me behind my back may be completely false. where as, someone who i never would've thought, is saying things equally as bad.

to put any expectations on anyone is bad. for example: my friends who say they will show up at a certain time at a certain place...they will notoriously be late. and that's ok. or they may not show up at all. but...there is grace and understanding.

I plan on living my life with the expectations i would have for everyone else, but just for me. there is grace. people are human. they are imperfect.

although sometimes i just want to scream, "i'm tired of being so forgiving!" but, i remember...if Jesus hadn't been so forgiving...i wouldn't be here.

killing my fleshly desires, to be more like Jesus...

and to leave you with cuteness: