our bad

Well hello my faithful readers. Mother, how ya been? Shout out to you- thanks for raising me. I owe ya.  I would shout out to my Dad too, but there's no way he reads these silly ramblings. 

As of late...
*Snow week of 2011 was wonderful... And when I say wonderful I mean I stayed up every night till morning, played in the snow, watched boy movies and laughed, cooked bacon -shout out to Kaaaa-lynnn- used a boogie board from Galveston(oh how i love Galveee) and a wakeboard from a boy's townhome to slide face-first on the ice/concrete to my sure death. But alas, God's hand of protection on my life is bigger then my stupidity.

Just a few pictures from the snow week we had off of school. schools for fools.

*God is good, people are funny.  I have seen over and over how faithful my Savior is when I am so dumb, selfish, and prideful. I know what you are thinking, "Lydia? prideful? never." (sarcasm, ya'll..i know everyone is totally saying- its taken you 20 years to realize you have a pride problem?) And again I say thank you for staying, for being a faithful friend when I am often a total air-head.

This is a precious picture of life-long friend Ana and me as very adorable children with our saintly mothers.

As you may have guessed, Ana and I were angels. Children sent straight from heaven. And that's were the Timex watch issue started. I blame whoever gave me that black and pink beauty.

*Words are maybe more powerful then snake venom. (Sorry, Jon #thinkhappythoughts)  Yes, I did just hash tag in my blog. Sue me. It's this thing Jon and I do. Get over it. In all seriousness (and this is about the time everyone stops reading...so I promise to keep my "serious" funny.)  I have seen as of late how serious and powerful the words that come out of our mouths are.   My readers include friends and family who have unfortunately known me my whole life- sorry guys, I know I've had some rough years. Middle school was not good to me. Nor was the bowl haircut my mom gave me when I was three, but I'm working on forgiveness.  And for most of my childhood I was an out-of-control, ADHD driven, annoying-as-it-gets, bouncing off the walls little gal of a thing.  My other readers are newer friends (count yourself lucky you averted the aforementioned flail fest), and some of you who typed in "coolest blog. ever." into Google and arrived here. Welcome.  Now that we've all been introduced, when I use the term "reader"/"readers"/"you guys"/"ya'll" I am referring to you!! I'm fixing to do it----get ready. Most of you as my readers are saying, "Lydia is the LAST person who should EVER talk about how important and powerful words are." And you'd be right. I was born into a family full of yes, lots of love, but also a lot of sarcasm, wit, and really funny comments.  Naturally, I followed suit.  I have an off-hand comment for everyone and everything. And sometimes it hurts people.

It's never my intention, but I will say it- sometimes I inadvertently hurt people with comments I think will be so funny.  And it's never worth it.  NEVER.

The Lord has really been whispering to my heart about how much weight our words hold.  I have recently seen how words can just wreck shop (yes, I am a hillbilly) on hearts and souls and friendships.

They can literally ruin lives.  We never plan to gossip about others (if you do, you need to spend some serious time on your knees before a God that loves you. It's ok, you'll be surrounded by many others who are working on other major issues before Him. We're all right there with ya.) but we do end up in a conversation filled with hear-say and gossip about individuals that aren't there to defend themselves. And it's not fair.

Even if the information is true, how bout we man-up and go to the person and say "hey, I heard you hate the color purple, I think that maybe as a believer you should work on this" or "hey, I heard you really like the blue Gatorade. So  much so you feel like you can't have a good time without bringing this delicious sports drink along. Maybe we can talk about this" But noooooo, instead we are content to hide behind walls and doors and even people and talk about them.  That doesn't help anything. In the whole history of mankind, it never has. So I'm guessing it probably never will. Just a guess.

I'm right there with you, my mouth is full of wickedness. But there's a God that loves me that has been working in my heart and saying "yo girl, you need to work on your mouth.. and while you're at it, let's work on your heart too. Cause there is some major junk in there" God probably doesn't say "yo girl" but maybe He does. So let's put some effort in this one. Cause all this hurt that's going down, it's our fault. It is. It's our bad.

"At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke.

 'Woe to me!' I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty.'

 Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. With it he touched my mouth and said, 'See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.'" Isaiah 6:4-7

"This is me, on my knees singing 'take it all from me, take it all from me.'"

"...But I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to lie
While the world shook its head in shame
I let you take the blame...
Well I know it must be

Time to get down on my knees and pray
'Lord, undo me!'

Put away my flesh and bone
'Til You own this spirit through me Lord" -Jennifer Knapp

It's our bad. 

katchuup ya'll

These are some old and new pictures of old and new friends. And family in the mix.