A Very Unordinary Adventure

18:00PDT Fun Fact. Want to know what our culture struggles with? compliments and superficiality in conversations. I'm not talking about, "hey I like your hair/outfit/yadayadayada etc." I'm talking about, GENUINE COMPLIMENTS AND QUESTIONS. This 'ain't your run of the mill "how are you" questions that are so often asked in the Midwest. These are the questions that probe the very emotional core of yourself. These questions communicate that we genuinely care about each other's well-being and mental health. I don't blame it all on people though, the other blaring reason is the all to familiar metal rectangle we carry everywhere we go. Ah yes, technology the bane of our existence. The blue light rays casting shadows on our faces as we scroll through whatever social media app is hottest these days. The average teenager spends around 9 hours a day on their phone. 9  hours out of the 15 daylight hours... That's kinda cr

Drip. Drip.. Drip... Silent, regurgitated liquid emotion spills over my epidermis as yet another 'possible' relationship takes a suicidal dive-bomb into the sun-baked earth. I toss my now buzzing phone to the side and allow the sadness to engulf me in a silent scream, but only for a moment. Gather myself and my feelings from the couch and seemingly continue on with what seems an endless game of hurt. Love Sucks. But is it really love that is the question here? Or our screwed culture's version of love? [SO WHAT HAPPENED TO DATING] So, here we are back at it again with the blog post and about such an interesting topic, love. -But what is love? "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs." 1 Corinthians 13:4-5   So to continue in simpler terms, love is not as our 21st century accepts it to be.

Mom's weekend usually involves shopping at some point and time. (It's a given) So knowingly enough my mother and I ended at Hyvee scrounging around for unique food when we came to the checkout. The cashier was obviously a little overwhelmed and had just began work as she struggled to keep up with the conveyor belt as I made small talk with her.  Sure enough it was her second day and I smiled and told her I'd been in her exact same shoes and I wished her good luck with the end of her shift. Without hesitation she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small stone and gave it to me as she said, "I hope you do this EVERY day."  The stone had 2 words scrawled on it in flowing manuscript, "Love Yourself". Unbenounced to her I hadn't been having the best day and this small act of kindness sprang tears to my eyes. God was definitely influencing her Love yourself. Such an interesting phrase isn't it?  So many would cons