Days in Denton

I wanted to share some praises today. I worked outside for hours in the hot sun and realized afterwards that I wasnt wearing my support sock for my blood clots.  I realized that I had had no pain or swelling. Next month will be 6 months since they were found, and I amfinally seeing hte light at the end of the tunnel. I feel like I can run and jump and play without hurting or getting extra tired. It's such an aweseom feeling to remember how awful I felt a few months ago. Feeling like I would never feel "young" again and that I wouldnt ever feel good enough to work out, spend all day with family and friends, shop til I dropped ,or even go a whole day without propping my leg up. BUT TODAY WAS THAT DAY!

I have learned so much form this experience. I have learned the constant grace and love of God and his pretoectice love over his children. I dont believe that God made this happen to me. But being a fallen world, he lets it happen. BUT, what he does do is work through the hurt to bring us closer to Him. I am thankful for the experiences that I have been through. There was a point within the last few months that I became depressed and was scared. Obviously, I realized my mortality at an early age that people dont normally realize until elderhood (I think I made that word up, but its a good one). In those low moments, I realized God's presence was surrounding me. A cliche as that sounds, it was the truest think I've ever experienced. I dont wish that experience upon anyone, but I believe that that is when we grow...when it feels the most painful. 

Anyway, off my soap box...that's all i have for today.

The verse of the day is my favorite verse and is veryr appropriate for the things I experienced today:) 

with much love...

Welcome to Salado

Well friends, this is the first of many blogs. Thanks to all of you who have encouraged me throughout this incredible journey of creating a blog (Emily, im on my second hour of creation)...

Chris and I are in the quaint village of Salado, Texas, which is just 35 minutes north of Austin. Thank goodness, because The 50 plus bingo night only happens a few days a week. If we feel cramped from small town life, we are just a hop and a skip away from big city life. It's been pretty hard for me to adjust to being here. I miss city sounds. Chris deals much better with change. I'm trying to use this experience as a lesson in learning to be content. My husband is loving, our apartment is homy, our church is wonderful, and there's a working bathroom...what more could I ask for?

We moved here to put in an art gallery or art school. Chris has been creating a business plan and weighing the options. We have a trial class scheduled for January with an Austin local artist. But Chris is working on adding a class for this fall. In the mean time, I'm on vacation:) Next month I will officially decide what I want to spend my time with with a longer committment involved...such as grad school, art gallery director, or anthropologie employee! So many options,so much time...I spend my days crafting, traveling, visiting family, and more crafting. I tried to make a pillow the other day with my new "old" sewing machine. "Not too shabby!", I thought to myself, but definitely not perfect. 

Well, that's all I got right now. I miss my friends dearly and am beginning to realize that "life" is much different than college. My friends are unreplaceable, but  I pray that we will blessed with more.

Til lata my playas!