You gotta be tough to live in a Swamp. Just sayin'.

I just finished my Orange Carrot Sobe, and I immediately want another one. Who knew that Oranges and Carrots mixed together would be so yummy. I definitely didn't. Not to mention, it has this really cool gecko thing on it. Which, gecko's bring me to my first topic of conversation:

Swamp People:

Oh my goodness, I watched this show for the first time last night and it was crazy cool. There are like 20 teams of these guys (and gals, and 1 dog) who once a year hunt gators in the Bayou in Louisiana. I never thought I would like a show like this but I did. My favorite is their Cajun accents. And the gators too, I guess. But dude, these men (and women, and 1 dog) are tough. I guess you have to be tough to hunt and wrestle alligators. If I was gonna go to a swamp, I would want these guys (women, and 1 dog) to be my guide.

Onward.

It's raining like crazy here. I went to post office earlier, which brings me to my next topic of conversation.

Small Town People:

I grew up in the country. Grassy. Sunny. Nice air. But I haven't always liked it. I've been living here since I graduated college, (grew up here) I've gotten used to it again. People seem to take their time out here. Time passes slower. Most people are super nice. I talked to a guy (who was sweeping the floor) today at the post office that I had only seen once before and that was at the post office. We struck up a conversation as though we were long lost friends. He showed me a picture of his daughter and told me about where she was going to school and that he was going to to buy a car soon. He told me all kinds of stuff. Can I just say that I love striking up a conversation with someone I don't really know, like waitresses or a postman or Kevin Costner. (haha, just kidding about the last one. But I really wish I could strike up a conversation with that man. I wonder how that would go?)

Well, that's all for today, I reckon. (Had to put on my small town accent.)

Going home now. Gotta watch out for the zombies.

See ya'll in the funny papers.

Erin.

Nostalgia and God

I found this post in my Drafts Folder and thought I would throw it up here. I had forgotten about all of this. It's amazing how you can sometimes forget about the valley you had gone through when you are climbing to the top of the mountain again. I just know that God takes care of everything. Even though we don't think so at the time.

"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."
-Romans 8:28

11/4/10
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So here I am again. I'm sitting in this old, black computer chair once more, writing about my life and sending it into the vast, world wide web for random people to read. There are so many emotions and thoughts bouncing around in the confines of my head that I just can't process it all. I feel that if I don't get this all out then I will explode! Where do I even begin?

About a month ago, I went to visit my two best friends in the whole world. On the way there, I found myself with windows down, cool wind blowing through my hair and music from The Fray relaxing me. That alone brought on a rush of Nostalgia. The Fray: College. Cool air of Autumn: College. Classes. Friends. Windows down: College. Friends. Community. Lots of et cetera's. I usually love it when I get these bursts of Nostalgia but, for some reason, I couldn't help but feel sad. I miss college: Classes and Chapel. I miss friends: I took for granted that I got to see them every day. I miss a lot of things.

My disease is troubling me. I have found solace in a friend who has a similar (almost exact) condition. When I need help figuring out why I feel sick for no reason, he helps. When I wake up I usually have dreadful nausea, until I take my medicine. Then I usually feel okay. If not, there's always the Pepto. It can definitely be frustrating when trying to find a job or plan a mission trip. If I feel the slightest bit sick, the stress begins. Then I have to calm myself down, because the stress makes me sick.

But through all of this, I haven't forgotten God. Through the sadness and joy; Through the heartaches and love, I have grown closer to God. Even with hardly any money and me living with my parents, I have found that God provides. Even when I'm so sick, and I just feel like crying in a corner, I praise God anyway. This is my life. Whether I'm sick or feeling well. Whether I'm in a foreign land or in Tennessee, God is in control.
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Wow, back to the present (4/13/2011) now. I haven't been sick in months (sick as in no more everyday nausea. I still have my disease.) I used to dread mornings and now I don't! I used to think that I wouldn't make it to the mission field. I am in the process now of getting to the mission field. My loans are getting paid off little by little. Life is good. Life is awesome! Life is swell!

See ya in the funny papers!

Erin.