Merry Christmas!

The most wonderful TIME of the year

Reunions.

K-Staters!

Good friends.

Love them all.

Blessed.

Tis the season. . .

for the second annual Christmas party with N, C, W, J, and me.

Whit helped me decorate Indianapolis for Christmas.

N brought the best bag.

J and I were a little confused about what all the hype was regarding Jake Ryan.

cider anyone?

N is loving playing the piano.

Take 1. . . so we laugh quite a bit when we are together.

Take 2: love these gals

Take 3: still laughing. love it!

Indianapolis at Christmas time

I love Indianapolis at Christmas time.

to sum it all up...

I take things personally.
I am a feeler.
I am physically unable to compartmentalize anything.
I am spaghetti. (it's all connected, trust me)
It's not business, it's personal. (to me)
I have high expectations.
I need creative outlets.
I need permission.
I care deeply.
I question if it's worth it.
I am an extreme extrovert.
I have to process and process and process some more, VERBALLY. OUT LOUD. (over and over and over again.)
I speak my mind, (my filter is usually broken)
I am stubborn.
I am usually wrong.
If I am left to my own thoughts on a matter, I will go crazy.
I need feedback.
I value people.
I need people.
I value relationships.
I need to be needed.
I forget that people do care because I get so consumed with the ones who don't.
I spread myself too thin.
I am quick to commit.
I need to be affirmed.
I am a mess.
I am needy.
I am broken.
I am learning.
I am a work in progress.
I am redeemed.
I need more grace.

Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.