Day 1

Bloody Hell.

Not the best way to start a blog on being loving to everyone you come across, but the point of this blog is to grow, so lets have a very specific point to start from.

Bloody fricken hell.

I'm a 28 year old American in London. I came here to be with my husband. We got married January 27th, I got here April 27th and he left me June 9th. I couldn't leave the country, didn't want to, so I've stayed here in London. God has blessed me with affordable housing, the ability to understand the bus system (usually) and a job that pays for most of it.
God has blessed me with the opportunity to learn about budgeting.
There is a church just around the corner that I attend and it is very healing. A lot of good has been happening. I even recently returned from Ireland where I climbed a mountain and got to hang out and laugh with God.  It was amazing.
Today I saw a clip from Today about a year living as a biblical woman  (http://video.today.msnbc.msn.com/today/49501889#49501889) and it inspired me to get biblical. I rely constantly on God's forgiveness and love and as a Christian, one of my responsibilities is to reflect it. Ok, God. Challenge Accepted.

I fell flat on my flip flops today, ladies and gents.

There's a 20 year old at my job. He's very nice, very smart, very posh. But he gets under my skin. And then I re-engage and I'm not being an adult in the situation, and that's definitely something I have to work on. So I'm very thankful to find such a glaringly obvious flaw in myself and have something to work on (don't engage and move forward). However, I was definitively less than agape toward him

It makes me think of climbing the mountain. I wanted to go to this little cove that was covered in moss with a wee waterfall, very picturesque. Well, the water was a factor. The water, which i was following up to the rock face, was the reason I wiped out down the hill/mountain/cliff face and was covered in mud and someone on the path started laughing. Was it at me? I don't know. Possibly. But this is my mountain. My picturesque cove. My desire. So I got my mud-covered butt(literally) up and tried again. And I got to the cove. I took photos and I cheered. And I kept going up. I saw deer and purple flowers. I played hide-and-seek with the sun past a ridge of trees.

So I sucked at agape today. I, as we all do, fell short of the glory of God. And tomorrow I am going to try again. Because we are forgiven and walking in Victory. And it's the right thing to do. And I want to get better at this!

So thank you, whoever you are, for being my accountability buddy. For giving me an outlet and a record. For encouraging me. And thanks to Katey Porter for the idea of blogging. Te gusta and Te Amo, sweet thing!
:)

Cheers, y'all. Here we go.