The one where we Bust a Move.

The infamous song by Young MC, Bust A Move, is playing on my pandora right now.

I'm reading a new Donald Miller book called Through The Painted Desert. I haven't gotten to far in it yet, but he brings up a good point. He says "Everyone needs change, or they expire." That got me thinking about my leaving home and going to GCU. I haven't really wanted to make it a big deal. But heres the thing, I've been living in the same house since I was 7. The longest I've been away from my family is 3 weeks. Yes, I AM going home on the weekends, which is probably why I didn't really want to make a big deal out of it, but it is.

Am I scared?
Is change too much for me?
Is it really that big of deal?

Probably.

I don't really want to make a big deal out of this. But it kinda is. I mean, I quit my job that I LOVED. I'm living with someone who isn't my family. I'm having my OWN place. I have new responsiblities. Trying new thing I've never done before.
Bust a move!
The only thing that is really keeping my head on straight is the fact that I know I have Someone that has it all under control. I think that's why God allows change, for our faith to be put into practice. Faith that, He's got this. Donald Miller goes on to say one word: "Leave." It keeps resonanting in my head, like some crazy 90's song. Leave. Leave. Leave.
Bust a move!
Leave. Leave. So that's what I'm doing. It's crazy, and nerve racking, and exciting, and kinda makes me want to vomit a little. But I have faith.

So what should I do?
Bust a move.

The one with eternity.

I’ve been shook recently on this idea of eternity. I’ve been a follower of Christ for probably around 20 years. I’m familiar with the biblical ideas and principals of eternity, but have I honestly lived like this here is my temporary home? I haven’t. How much energy, stress, and time do I spend on things that have no impact on eternity? Oh you want examples? How about all that stress about baby sleep? Where he’s gonna sleep? How long should he be sleeping? Should he fall asleep while nursing? How about my house? We need a nicer kitchen. We need new and nicer barstools. Make sure the baby doesn’t mess with this thing or that thing because it can’t get ruined! How about my wardrobe? My last spending spree was long before I had my baby- so I need an update. Y’all. God never promised us nice things. He promised to provide for us. What if, every time we start to worry about something we ask: what’s the impact this has on eternity? If the answer is a big fat “none,” then maybe sto...

The one with stuff I wanna do.

Basic list of stuff I wanna do. No I'm not trying to be like Buried Life. Except that I am. 1. Finish school. Yes it might seem like something that's "Eh," I have now concluded to the fact that school is not working for me. I am not a good student. At all. So there ya go. 2. Put a ring on it. Or have him put a ring on it. I could go on for days about my wedding, and more impotantly being married. But, everytime I talk about it go wayyyyy overboard. So movin on. 3. Learn to be good with babies. Yes I can work with kids. Pretty much any age after 2, I got this. Babies....ahhhhhh. 4. Learn to be Susie Homemaker. I wanna knit, sew, cook, and what have you. I was going to say have a clean house... But who are we kidding. I just know be a super creative and awesome wife and mom. 5. Be a teacher. I've been super discouarged lately about my teaching and educating abilities based on the mere fact that I am such a horrible student. My logic is, how on earth can...

The one with the storm.

I'm a desert rat. Raised in Arizona, when it rains, it's a good day. Here at Lope town, we've been having good weather. Rain. Thunder. Lightining. Wind. Cool weather. Totally the soup eating, latte sipping, slipper wearing, curl up with a good book type of weather. So my obvious reaction is to take pictures. Duh: And then the nice rain, turned to hail. And then the hail turned to bigger hail. And the bigger hail + the strong winds = broken window for our apt and all over chaos here at GCU. Thankfully no one was hurt, or injured. It really made me think about storms and life. Uh-oh, Elisa has a moral to the story.... Things might seem okay. Seem managable. Maybe even see beautiful. But can you still see beauty in things when you have broken window? Can you still see the beauty when your car looks like a golf ball with all the dents? There's a reason why the Bible has so many analogies between storms and hard times in life. Storms cause physical d...

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