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 damage. They make things harder. They make you feel like you have no control over whats happening.

I know this isn't an exact parallel. But it makes me think about how God really has everything under control.

Which I'm grateful for.

The one where I'm socially awkward.

I never know how to act around people I just met. Or barley met. Or hardley know. Most of my close friends couldn't stand me the first time they met me. Yes, this includes the love of my life, a Mr. Elias Hernandez. But I guess it goes back to high school...... Insert flashback noise from Waynes World.....no? Moving on. I was a terrible person back in high school. I mean wow. Just awful. My mouth is what got the best of me. Either horrible rumors and gossip behind people back, or snarky sarcastic remarks in front if people I was MEAN! Whenever I met someone, I could not look past their faults. Anyone. If I saw someone I would automatically think of something I don't like about them. It was bad. Eventually I let God take care of me. By the end of senior year I had done some damage control and cut some fat from my friends. I ended up with only 3 friends at my high school. Yup 3. That's it. Love those three girls. You know who you are. So, in letting God get a hold of ...

The one where I say "passion" like 80 times.

I've been dealing a lot lately with the idea of passions. And my recent lack of passion. It's not that I don't have any passion. On the contrary, I have tons of passions that include: Teaching. Since I was little I knew that education is power and being that person who shapes and impacts other people for the better, has always been something I've passionate about. There's just something about a classroom that just gets to me. It's something special and exciting that I can't wait to have one day. Photography. I freaking love pictures. I love capturing a single moment, candid or posed. I know full well the extent that the photography industry has gone to today has made me self consicous when it somes to my photography skills and ablities. But, I guess that makes me work harder. But it never has felt like work, even when I get paid, it still doesn't feel like work. Acting. If I could get back to these roots, oh man. As I stated in an earlier blog, I ...

The one with sleep, whatever that is.

Parents. Remember your "exhaustion" prior to having kids? I miss that. I remember looking at parents around me and thinking, "Dang, they complain about being tired all the time. Can having a kid really be THAT taxing on a person?" Oh, how I wish I could take back those thoughts! And I just have the ONE kid. I can't even imagine more! Let me back up a little. Since week one, until about month 7, Leo has slept in bed with us. We, of course, did it as safely as recommended by doctors and such. I feel like I always need that caveat because y'all moms and non moms out there trip over the littlest details, I swear. We weren't planning on doing the co-sleeping thing, we just kind of fell into it. It worked with nursing, it helped me not worry too much about his breathing patterns, and it was really sweet to cuddle my sweet boy all night. For those wondering how Elias felt, he actually made the initial suggestion to do it, so there ya go. So it wor...

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