This much I know:

I am a perpetual dreamer.

Both in the sleeping world, and awake reality.

For every hour I am awake, I could likely provide you with a new dream that I have managed to conjure up.

I love clouds.

If there was ever one innate thing that I could be -- other than a human -- it would be a cloud.

In the Old Testament, it says that the clouds are the dust of His feet. I love that. When I see large, rolling, clouds over my city, I like to think that God is treading over my town; His presence feels near.

In the New Testament, it says that Jesus, the only Son of the LORD God, will be returning by way of a cloud.

You see, clouds are merely an accent in the big picture, but they serve a great purpose and have hefty connotations.

Yes, surely I would be a cloud.

Back to dreaming...

My dreams are like clouds.

Some days they are boisterous; larger than life. They make their presence known and they are grand.

Other days, my dreams are scant; underwhelming.

Regardless of the day that you happen to catch me on, this much remains the same:

I am confident in my belongingness.

I am the Lord's.

In Him I have found security and wholeness, through the blood and atonement of Jesus Christ -- who died so that we might live.

My heart is for the hurting, the broken, the lonely; for the lives that are in painful ruins. The underserved, the poor, the hopeless, the outcast.

Armed with care, compassion and a love that is not my own -- if it were mine, surely it would run out (and quick); when the love in my heart is from the Lord, it is vast and does not run dry within me.

I wish to be used.

To bring solace to the hurting,

hope to those who are deficient of it,

bread of life to the beggar soul,

company for the isolate,

and light to those who are struggling with darkness in their mind and in the hidden corners of their hear.

Lord,

May You use me. I am here and I consider myself at Your disposal. Would You manifest dreams in my heart that will take root and bear much fruit for You? May I never forget the love that You offer, and may it abound on my tongue forevermore.

Continue to bring me to a place of adoration,

Kel

P.S. Today is a day that will go down in the history books... I removed staples from an incision without fainting (or throwing up)!

P.S.S. Here's to my brother love. In 5 months, he will be married!

Kenzie's Wedding

Hellooooo :) It's been a good month since I've shown my blog some love!

Before Christmas, I flew out to Virginia and helped out with my cousin's wedding. I had a blast with my family and appreciated the opportunity to get away and see something new -- something cold and something snowy! So fun.

I think that I have decided that sitting in an airport terminal, all by myself, creates quite possibly the best feeling ever! So exhilarating. Not to mention flying by myself... I loved it. EVERY minute of it. And I even enjoyed making friends with the old people sitting next to me. The man on my flight over to VA left me with this: "Goodbye Kelly. I probably won't ever see you again, but I will never forget your face." I wanted to kiss him on the cheek -- such a dear old man!

Moving on...
Many days were spent cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, prepping, doing school with the boys, polishing silver, hosting tea parties, whooping Lassiter butt in Trouble (Starwars edition), plotting pranks and navigating the streets of DC all by myself!



Kenz getting dressed :) She looked beautiful.

The 3 gremlins the day that I watched them... they all wanted to play on the ice and I nearly had a coronary. It may have been in the teens and twenties all week, but it wasn't nearly cold enough for that!

Grandpa boy love love.

Grammy (I think she was talking... oops)

Annie dearest!



Morning of the wedding :)



Their street

Auntie Margo and I... before we ran the $800.00 worth of wedding groceries through the self-checkout lane! ha!

National Museum of American History. Saw the Flag, Edison's lightbulb and some pretty cool first lady's dresses.

The day I learned that the National Mall was in fact a large patch of grass... not a shopper's paradise. yeah.... Mid-Twenties with 15 mile an hour windchill put it in the single digits!

Holocaust Museum. 4.5 hours of my life.

Their charming house BEFORE the snow :) It's was warm this day... 30's!

Reese boy.

Jessi turned the cat into a platypus with a sock. It takes mad skill.

Bobbisocks and Reese boy. Both are fun to snuggle with.

Did I mention that I love to fly by myself? Sitting in the window seat, looking out the window, thinking about everything and nothing. Chi town on my way home.

Spencer Spooner.

A little bit of lightening...



And a little bit of thunder...



And the coolest family on the block = a darn good time.