Keep Calm & Carry On

I’ve already gotten a lecture this morning on my baggage. I got new luggage recently. My suitcase is currently weighing in at the heaviest: 59 pounds. It’s really not that bad though, because I did pack gifts for some of the families we’ll be visiting. I also packed approximately 32 jackets/sweaters/cardigans. So, maybe it is kinda bad.

For my carry-on, I figured it was time to retire my backpack and get a more adult looking tote.

My old backpack says I may or may not be going to a place where I’ll be living outside for a period of time and hitchhiking the dusty backroads of Cambodia. Which isn’t too far from accurate.


My new adult-ish tote says I’m probably going to a place that atleast has a front desk and maybe a gym. And, running water. I’m trying, guys.

My whole “adult” vibe is probably being thrown off a little bit by the fact that I’m carrying my quilt around, rolled up in my yoga mat carrier. I can’t travel without my quilt and I had no place to put it. So: stroke of genius and I’ve got a new kind of carry on.

My family thinks it’s slightly ridiculous that I carry it with me. My dad likens me to Charlie Brown. (Don’t worry, I corrected him because, as we all know, it’s Linus who carries the blanket, not Charlie) You just never know when you’re going to need to sleep in an airport.


Sleeping in Paris


My tote is currently about to bust at the seams. I told Jake when I got it that it would keep me from packing so much. Famous last words. It’s so full that the buttons won’t stay closed and the flap barely fits over it. See below.

So, after checking every five minutes to make sure I haven’t lost anything out of it, I’m finally on the plane. And, fortunately, the guy loading on behind me puts my carry ons to shame. He’s wearing a cowboy hat and carrying a boom box.

Yes, a full on stereo.

With speakers and everything.

And he’s trying to put it in the overhead compartment. I’m just hoping he brought some cassette tapes for that thing. Looks like we’re gonna be having a party! Let me just unroll this quilt and I’ll be good to go!

Note: after writing this, we happened to be going the same direction, so I managed to snap an extra picture. You’re welcome.


Old Saint Nick

You know what one of my pet peeves is? On cooking shows, when they make something and don’t fully scrape out the bowl. That drives me crazy. I realize they probably don’t want the hosts wasting precious air time scraping every last particle out of the bowl. But seriously, they leave half the batter in the bowl.

Sorry, I got distracted.
Anyway, it’s been awhile since I’ve written. How is Christmas already done? Wasn’t it just the Fourth of July? My favorite part of Christmas is caroling. This is a long standing tradition and I love it. Singing to people just brings so much joy.

Unfortunately, it was raining cats and dogs on the day we were scheduled to go caroling at church. So, we cancelled. And I was sad. However, never fear. My college ministry group carols too, so disaster averted. We all loaded in a van and drove around Fayetteville to houses and a retirement home to sing. My friend, Jordan, who is a grad student at OSU, went with us and it was her very first time to carol.

At our last house, one of the ladies was greeting us as we left and said to us, are you ladies freshmen or sophomores? Hmm, neither. We kindly informed her that we had both already graduated from undergrad and that Jordan was in grad school. Sadly, she’s not the only one who has questioned my age lately.

24 is an odd age. Are you old? Are you young? Who knows?

Literally, no one knows.

On a recent flight, my brother and I were seated in the exit row. He boarded ahead of me and the lady informed him of his “exit row duties” and let him on. As I stepped forward, she told me I was seated in the exit row as well. When I told her that was fine, she looked at me a little puzzled and said, you are 15, right? Apparently, you have to be at least 15 years old to sit in the exit row.

Yep, I’m over 15. By 9 years.

Then, I went to the movies with some friends this past weekend and the movie we happened to choose was rated R. They went first, gave the girl their tickets and walked through. But, when I stepped up behind them, the girl said: I need to ask you, how old are you? Confused as to why she was asking, I said I’m 24. She looked embarrassed and let me go. I forgot that you have to be 17 to see anything R rated.
15, 17, 24, who cares at this point? Age seems pretty relative anyway. To my delight, caroling was rescheduled with our church group and we got to sing to Santa! Literally, one of the little girls thought it was really Santa’s house.

But, as we all know, the real Santa lives in the North Pole.

Wait, how old am I again?

Beauty, Health, Religion, Travel

Enough is Enough

Magazines are good for two things: airports and waiting rooms. I tend to like books better, but when I read a book, I usually get lost in it. So, magazines are my answer to casual reading. 

There was an interview with an actress in a magazine I was reading recently. She’s smiling, all glossy and beautiful on the cover. In the interview, the author of the article is asking her the typical questions: what’s your secret to looking so good? What’s your daily skin care routine? What tips do you have for how to eat healthy? And she’s giving all the right answers about exercise and SPF and healthy diets. But they asked her another question that caught my eye. What’s your greatest fear? And you know what she said? I’m terrified of not being enough. 

Enough is a word I’ve been thinking about for awhile. I’d been thinking about it before I read this article, which is why it caught my eye. For me, sometimes, Scripture will jump off the page and speak to me. And I think it’s supposed to. But it’s not always the major Scriptures, the ones from the Gospels and Romans, the big ones. Sometimes the Lord speaks through the tiny details. Which is what I found in this verse. It stayed in my mind. Joel 2:19: “The Lord answered their prayers and said, I will give you enough grain and wine and olive oil to satisfy your needs.”

What is enough? See, that’s what I love about this verse. They had been going through a rough time. They had turned their backs on God, famine had taken over their land, crops were no good, animals were starving, all around catastrophe. Finally, they turned back to the Lord and He gave them this promise. 


He didn’t say He was going to rescue them immediately and turn everything around. He didn’t promise abundance. He promised enough. 

For the actress, she was scared of not being pretty enough or smart enough. But enough means different things to everyone. I worry about doing enough, having enough time, getting enough sleep, learning enough, being enough of whatever anyone needs me to be, and a million other enoughs. 

I don’t think the Lord’s promise applied only to the rebellious Israelites though. I think it applies to me too. The Lord will provide. He will satisfy my needs for today. His Promise is true. 

And that’s enough for me.