So every once in awhile I'm overcome with excitement and well....there must be a better word for it...you know..that giddy feeling in your tummy like when you were a kid at the zoo....or when you feel like you might just be falling in love...or when you have your leave your last day of 6th grade for summer and you're sure the entire world is at your fingertips.
And, that feeling has been frequenting my tummy lately...from dinner last night....laughing so hard we are nearly crying at a yummy Greek dinner with one of my oldest true friends, and one of my newest...and being overwhelmed at my growing adoration for both of them....
...laughing with glee with my new soon to be roomate, Murielle, as we drove to a fancy dinner in cute dresses on my new scooter....
...getting to pray for a random woman today who sold me my scooter and realizing that living a kingdom filled life is just never boring....nothing is a simple transaction, but it's always an opportunity to interact with the person and what God is doing in their life right now....
...sitting on my porch last night, smoking cloves, reading a new novel, listening to my new favoriote band Psapp, under the pink Christmas lights that create such a surreal lighting that you have to remind yourself you aren't dreaming....and staying right there doing that until almost 2 am...
I guess I just feel so excited and so alive and so thankful. If somehow you would've transported Nicole from five years ago, to this very week, I wouldn't have believed you....that this was really my life...that I would find joy in things I never knew I desired...that Jesus would be so faithful.
Here's a couple pictures of things I'm excited about these days....my new scooter and my new soon to be roomie. Good times.
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It's been a while since I've had the old butterflies flying around in my gut. Christmas used to do it for me on a regular basis but, surprisingly, even an old fat man in a red suit with an unhinged look in his eyes doesn't do it for me these days. Were I Paula Cole I'd probably be inclined to ask over and over again "where have all my butterflies gone?" I think I might have eaten them as a decidedly unsatisfying seven course lunch of tragedy somewhere along the way with other childlike traits such as curiosity and a compelling sense of wonder.
I'm refusing to believe that this is the inevitable course of adulthood.
Sorry for rambling. Nice job on the scooter. Perhaps when I strap a brain bucket on, done some shatter resistant, polarized riding goggles and lodge a shiny new but old Vespa between my legs I'll find those butterflies again.
Let's hope I left the childlike tendency to not look both ways before crossing the busy street behind.
Way to go on your refusal of the so-called 'inevitable course'.
I actually think that the true, best course of adulthood has something to do with looking at the world like children. Viewing the kingdom like children...it's something that I pray for alot actually...those of us that have had any amount of tradegy in our lives (I guess that means just about everyone, huh?) are jaded and cynical and there aren't many things more beautiful than the freedom of feeling like Jesus has restored the childlike butterflies and wonder.
I think we all deserve a little more childhood though...so pursue it with all you've got :)
And I look forward to when you have the new but old Vespa and we can giggle with glee together as we puruse the streets of Denver on our new toys.
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