One of my close college buddies called me up today and exclaimed the previous statement to me…which i followed with a nice, surprisingly refreshing laugh. And before you crawl all over me about the name “focker”, you have to see the movie in order for it to be funny…I am not sure why I am writing all of this out besides the fact that I wanted to 
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I have finally joined the ranks of the “more smarter” people. I figured out (all by myself mind you) that the free brake inspection all over town was not really this amazing deal. I mean, how many people do you think walk away from a brake inspection with the repair guy saying,”Ms. Robinson, your brakes look great!” The number is somewhere around the number of dates I have had this year. And this is even smoother than the whole oil change thing where they tell you that “just happened to find something wrong” with your car. This is like handing them your wallet and saying, “Pick out something nice for yourself from my wallet…I think you would look goof with a couple of benjamins…” I mean you are essentially taking your car there and asking them to make up something that they can charge you for…hehe, i just read over this and the only question I have is “are you sensing a little bitterness??” =)
There is to much at stake to not go all out for Him. This life is to short to not give my all; to not discipline myself to stay in his word daily, to seek his voice daily, and to thank him for his blessings daily. It is really a matter of priority. We would generally have no problem spending 10 minutes getting a starbucks here, or reading the newest style magazine there. And there is nothing wrong wtih those things except that they come before our time with him! God has got to be the top of the priority list, second to none!
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. ~Heb. 12:1
It was during my friend sara’s visit, I was once again struck with how blessed I am to have the friends that I do. I have a handful of friend who not only know all about the skeletons in my closets but accept me and challenge/encourage me on a regular basis. And beleive me, I know that that is a rarity. I could not be more thankful.
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Not that this is any excuse but I have been a little slow in posting this week because one of my very best good girl friends came to visit me these last couple of days. We will call her Sara, though that is not her real name. It has been changed to protect…well, me. I just don’t want her boyfriend to “mistake” my house for a target on one of his training missions. =) (Just kidding Kirk!) Anyway, I was extremely blessed by the visit and the challenging talks as always. It was kinda funny because she would ask me questions, and I would hear myself give her and answer, but I was not the one answering her and I need to hear it as much as she did. Funny how God can use you sometimes.
Harley was in rare form as well…he went running off yesturday morning and nearly killed this one woman with kisses. I am really going to have to work on the off lease thing…
Ok, one of the reason why I choose to use this software on my blog was the comment section. So Please!! Use it!! I love to get feedback regardless of whether it is positive of not; sometimes it is the negative feedback that I learn from the most. so PLEASE, use some of the comments, even if it is just to let me know you stopped by…
Ok before I get to the meat of the entry today, I gotta tell you about my Fleetwood Mac concert experience last night. The whole thing was a surprise from getting the tickets for free 2 hours before the show started to the attractive Russian date that I inherited with the two tickets. And the concert rocked! On of my really good guy friends who I lived with in college use to listen to Fleetwood Mac all the time, but I never realized the diversity and talent of the band. They were awesome! So that was that…
Now, on to what happened to me this morning. So I am exiting the elevator in the parking garage and I see these guys standing around. A little weird but whatever…then I get to my car and realize that my passenger window is gone! Well not really gone if you count all the pieces resting on my passenger seat. And the contents of my glove compartment were strewn everywhere…which was actually kinda helpful because I had been meaning to clean that thing out (I would think I would have gone in through the door versus the window but to each his own)…anyway, the funniest thing is that there was nothing to take! I mean, I had just cleaned my car out a few days before and the stereo is factory so they didn’t want it…I realized later that my point and shoot digital had been in the cup holder but even that was definitely getting on in years and had little to know resale value…but the best part of this whole experience was what I noticed when I went to open the door…my alarm was still on! Like my stereo, my alarm was also factory installed and is only hooked up to the doors. So the thieves could break the window but as long as they didn’t open the doors there wasn’t an alarm. And that seems like a really cool analogy for what we try to do with our lives…ok it is a bit of a jump but follow me…it is like locking the doors to your car with all the windows down…doesn’t make much sense does it! But that is what we try to do with our lives: we try to use the security of all types of things like material wealth or good deeds to try and protect ourselves from the ‘thieve in the night’. But the windows are still down! The only thing that will truly protect us from Satan is the saving grace of what Christ did for us on the cross. Cheesy as it may sound, he is the ultimate in security ;0)
You didn’t think I was really going to be able to pull that off did you!
There is something about music that touches the intangible spots in me; that speaks to the deaf parts of my being; yet connects in a way completely unexplainable. Imagine an impregnable fortress that no object could penetrate. Then, all of a sudden, there was a being that could walk through all the barriers and blockades.
Christ is the only one who could save my soul; no one else could even begin to save me and love me the way he does. In the same way, nothing speaks to my creative self the way music does. I am gratefully left speechless when I allow music to wash over me, wave after wave. It erodes the reality around me until I am finally able to escape. I am never able to think as clearly as when he provides a melody, natural or created, directly or indirectly, expressly for me. He reminds me that there is so much more than what I can see; so much more then the here and now.
My creativity is never as motivated as when I let him inspire me wholly. I can’t let him go. I must cling to him, he is my god. He is my God. He must be my reason for living. He must be my daily motivation. I must follow him. He is not simply a part of my life but my life is simply a part of his plan. It is not mine and there is so little time. I will live for him when I get to my real home because it will be easy; I must live make the hard decisions to follow him now. I must grasp the opportunity of life that he has given me. I am uniquely equipped to do what he has for me; he will have other take my place if I fall away, but none will be able to do it like I would. I will make the hard decisions at the hard time to further his kingdom; I must, for if I do not praise him with my life, the very rocks will cry out worship to Him.
My old habits must break. My shell of sinful flesh will be overcome. My body is a sacred shine to him. He will not be ashamed of me. He has forgiven me. He will light my path and give me the strength to choose right. He alone will pick me up when I stumble. He will welcome me…on that glorious day…the day that every atom of my being longs for…the day I wait for with indescribable anticipation…he will look at me….I won’t speak but he will smile…I won’t move but he will hug me…we will cry tears of joy…I will finally be with my Father and Savior. His embrace will last…forever.
My boss called me into his office this afternoon. For alot of people, that might be the beginning of a really bad paragraph…and I will admit that I had my doubts…however it went very well, including him offering some rare compliments on my work and also giving me some very constructive criticism. But that really doesn’t have anything to do with why I wanted to write today…my boss said something that really made me think…as usual it was overly simplistic and yet also a little understated…”One of the unique things about me is that I am not jealous of other peoples success. That is why I want to see you succeed, and I can feel confident that you will because your predecessors have done awesome things. But the thing to always remember is that no matter who they are, no one else can do what you can do the way you do it. And you can appreciates other peoples work because you cant do it the way they did it.
Ok, so a little basic, but my artistic side is constantly having battles between appreciation of someone else’s work and envy at their ability to create art. But that is simple a lack of faith in the ability of God to uniquely create me and divinely purpose me for his plan. I can’t wait to see what he does…
Now that I have your attention, I am pondering an interesting question this morning…So like I said on Monday, we are shooting this entire week. And on the set for these first couple of days, there has been several interns from the agency. Now they are not clients and therefore they are not “off limits.” I have chit-chatted with one of the interns but the point is that a couple of the guys I work with said something along the lines of asking her out on a date… Strangely enough, I hesitated not for reasons of fear or rejection or anything like that (my best guy friends know that, unfortunately at times, these reasons have never stopped me before), but simply taking stock of the situation… I am hesitant to ask someone out that has anything to do with my work, however small the role may be. I mean up until now, my professional and personal have pretty much been kept separate… I guess I am beginning to wonder if that is really a necessity…
So I finally got the new address up and running and speaking of running I am running like a chicken with my head cut off today. (The more I think about it, that is a really sick illustration) But anyway, we are shooting all this week so it is 14-16 hour work days for me…which is a nice switch from the regular 10-12 days cause when we are shooting that means that kraft services is here. (Kraft service = Free Food
Ok, so why daily mirror? Well, in my room, I have made one wall into a huge display for my black & white photos, and my England/Europe stuff. One ofhte items on my wall is the front page of “The Daily Mirror” (an english tabloid/newspaper) the day that the americans got to Baghdad and put the flag in the face of the Saddam statue. The day isn’t so much important to why this site was named after the paper but as you will discover about me, I love anything having to do with England. Thus when I was looking for a domain name and discovered that this one was free, BINGO! I snatched it up. I could also go the route of the metaphorical and say that this blog is like a reflection from the daily mirror of my life but lets be honest…there is no way I can reflect on a daily basis! ( j/k)
I have been learning alot about patience this week. Seems like that is a constant lesson that God is teaching me, however, it also seems like I am slowly getting better and better at it. Of course, I have a strong feeling that this is one of those things that will never be completely learned until I get home but it is well worth the try…
It wasn’t until I really stopped to think about it that I realized that ALOT of stuff happened this weekend. First, there were some nasty storms in the area which kinda set the mood. Secondly, Pres. Regan died. I realize that I was not really old enough to funny appreciate what he did for our country but I still have a great deal of repect for him. Thirdly, Sunday was D-Day which is more than enought cause to mark in silence the last three days. Finally, I brought my dog Harley home to stay with me, and even though that is slightly less important to the nation then the previous three, I means alot to me. I almost feel like I kinda went numb because of all that was going on….I guess I will have to digest it for a little while.