Today, because I don’t have any pictures uploaded, and I really am thinking about my delicious pellow (yes, I mean pillow but my sweet little brother used to always say pellow so that is how I call it now) I am just going to be wordy.

I am on day 9 of a 10 day work week. It’s been long, arduous, and exhausting. We had our favorite people over for a couple days which was an adventure. I have lots of pictures from their stay but haven’t had much time to finish touching them up. Anyways, they came up for the new year and I was a little sickypoo. But I got to see my favorite 4 girls under 13 and one of my favorites over. Rebecca, that’s you but I didn’t think you’d want me to give your age away .

Last night we had a friend from back in the day over for dinner. He’s taking some classes here in Chicago and we’ve been trying to meet up. It finally happened and it was awesome.

The only thing about meeting with these people is this. They inspire me.

They make me feel like what I’m doing is so self fulfilling while their whole lives are focused on fulfilling others.

It’s what I want to do. It’s the whole reason that we went to Mexico, that we love our latin heritage, that we desire to do more traveling and invest in the lives of teenagers all over the world.

Which gets me to thinking, why? Why am I here? What? What am I doing with what I have now? Is it essential? What is the end goal? Where are we headed? Who are we doing it for?

And with all that I still get up every morning and go to work.

Which hasn’t been easy lately.

Yesterday alone a guy accidentally dumped his whole, and by whole I mean venti size cup, scalding hot coffee all over me and didn’t even apologize. It wouldn’t have been so frustrating if he hadn’t also gotten a food item that had to be heated up, but he did, and still said nothing.

Then three other things fell on me or squirted me (let’s just say mocha doesn’t look good on me) and then a guy who was put on this earth to test my patience was super late.

Those are the things that happen to me that make me wonder why the end goal is? It makes me think of the creed that I’ve heard presbyterians recite.

What is the chief end of man?

The answer?

To glorify God and enjoy Him forever.

My answer?

To get to bed so I can do this all over again.

Priorities?

In the crapper.

Thankful?

Because I live on Grace and Love that are bigger than me and know where I’m headed even though I’ve no idea.  And because He gave me another him who gets me especially on the really bad days. And who enjoys every moment of the good.

SO that is what I’m thinking on this Wordy Thursdee.

Lovies