Wednesday, April 16, 2014

just for kicks.

Happy Holy Week to you, friends! I hope you have all continued to have a blessed Lenten season and are eagerly anticipating celebrating THE glorious resurrection Sunday in just a few short days. It truly is my most favorite day of the year.

In honor (and out of sheer excitement) of Easter being just days away, I thought I would share some of my favorite pics of previous Easter celebrations...just for kicks. So here they are in no particular order:

on becoming our true selves.

Today's reading:

The more we get what we now call ‘ourselves’ out of the way and let Him take us over, the more truly ourselves we become. There is so much of Him that millions and millions of ‘little Christs’, all different, will still be too few to express Him fully. He made them all. He invented— as an author invents characters in a novel—all the different men that you and I were intended to be. In that sense our real selves are all waiting for us in Him. It is no good trying to ‘be myself’ without Him. The more I resist Him and try to live on my own, the more I become dominated by my own heredity and upbringing and surroundings and natural desires. In fact what I so proudly call ‘Myself’ becomes merely the meeting place for trains of events which I never started and which I cannot stop. What I call ‘My wishes’ become merely the desires thrown up by my physical organism or pumped into me by other men’s thoughts or even suggested to me by devils. Eggs and alcohol and a good night’s sleep will be the real origins of what I flatter myself by regarding as my own highly personal and discriminating decision to make love to the girl opposite to me in the railway carriage. Propaganda will be the real origin of what I regard as my own personal political ideas. I am not, in my natural state, nearly so much of a person as I like to believe: most of what I call ‘me’ can be very easily explained. It is when I turn to Christ, when I give myself up to His Personality, that I first begin to have a real personality of my own.

From Mere Christianity
Compiled in A Year with C.S. Lewis

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

instalife: volume 2

Happy Wednesday, peeps! And happy 2nd to last week of Lent. We are almost there -- almost to the day where we get to celebrate the glorious resurrection of Jesus Christ. Woo hoo and hallelujah!

I thought I would continue this post series and give you another dose of my life on the gram of insta. In looking at a lot of insta feeds over the past few weeks, I can safely say that I most certainly do NOT have an eye for photography or art in any way, shape, or form. My pics are about as unartsy as they get, but they serve their purpose: to document and celebrate life. Word.

So here it is, in no particular order:

gloriously delicious pizza from Cavillis...'nough said 

the whole fam dam, all smiles, posing with the Pop's birthday bike

snapshots from my dear 'ole Dad's 62nd birthday celebration

my first attempt at irish soda bread...can't say I hated it since I ate the whole pan (not in one sitting, of course)

my victorious Bananagrams board - beat the Pop's in a grueling hour+ round

me and my loves

quite possibly my favorite instagram pic that I've ever captured: Crystal running the 1/2 marathon, in a state of utter and complete joy

Saturday morning Starbucks with these two...and, oh yeah, styling by Mere

the cutest little fairy you ever saw on a scooter

a Sunday afternoon cupcake picnic

getting sassy with the bubbles

backyard fun on a sunny Sunday

pure Texas sky goodness...breathtaking even over a freeway

seesterly love at Steph's wedding

family love at the wedding

rockin' it out on the dance floor, like a boss

a beautiful verse for the Easter season and an excellent way to end the post