You can call me old school....

...but I love the song "Stomp" by Kirk Franklin. Today, this song came on my itunes and so I proceded to dance to it. And by dance, I mean DANCE! :) I was having a blast! I was not the only one having a good time. My roommates were thoroughly enjoying my full out dancing skills. (if only I would have realized I had an audience a little bit earlier) :)
So put on this song and try not to dance to it. It's nearly impossible. :)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kx5n06TaajU&feature=related

Comfort

What is comfort? Anyone and everyone will probably answer this question differently. I have thought a lot about comfort these past couple of weeks. Comfort, to me, is watching "Friends" and thinking about when Hannah and I used to watch it and fall asleep together; it's the smell of fresh cut grass and manure and remember how my dad would come in from working in the yard; it's finding a song with a good beat that I can dance to; it's Psalm 100 and not only because it declares the awesomeness of our Lord but it's the most used bible verse my dad puts in cards he gives me.
Being comfortable and/or comforted is not something we normally think about until we don't have it. I have found the most comforting thing to me as I get older (right after God of course) :) is my family. When I first left for college 4 years ago, I would call my family every few weeks just to give them an update on my life. Sure, I missed them, but so much was going on then. Now, 4 years later and back in college, I can't go more than a few days without talking to them. Spending 2 years at home, living with my parents, and having my entire family become my closest friends, makes me so grateful that the Lord has blessed me with such an amazing family.

Song for this week: Come for Me by Charlie Hall

Pick on someone your own size

So even though I've shared with most of you this story, I thought I should post it for those who haven't heard my new "animal encounter."
Last week, I'm sitting in class and a wasp comes into the room. It decides to nest on the smoke alarm which happens to be directly behind me. Half jokingly-half seriously, I tell the girls behind me to scream or something if it decides to come down b/c I'm facing forward for the lecture. They agree and I face forward to listen to our Asian professor (who has a VERY thick accent...yes...this is important). We get half way through the class and I begin to hear stirring and squeals behind me. I turn around and the wasp has decided to visit the other side of the room but is now heading back to the front of the classroom, straight for my face. I grab the first thing I can think of and that is the 2 sheets of paper my professor has handed to us. I swing with all my might to try and hit the wasp and thought I missed so now, I'm up and out of my chair saying "Oh dang! Now I just made it mad!" The girls behind me tell me I've stunned it and it is now on their table. I quickly take my sheets of paper, cover the wasp, and smack the papers down on the table like there's no tomorrow. Everyone who is not laughing is now clapping for my heroic efforts. After 3 minutes of pure chaos involving my fight with the wasp, I throw the squished wasp away and sit back down at my table. As I sit down, my professor exclaims in her thick accent, "Lydia, now you know why you don't have any boyfriends." :)