beautiful disaster

Can you believe it? I'm suffering from shopping hangover, if there is such a thing.

Went out on Saturday to look for Christmas presents and OH MY GOSH the crowd is AMAZING. People rushing here and there looking for things, colours rushing into your head, numbers being flashed at you until your head goes dizzy and you forget how much 2 x 24 is. It's so scary. Next year I'm shopping for Christmas presents in October.

Going out again for a second try because I didn't get much the last time round. And I'm going alone because I figure I shop better alone. I wish there were this magic Christmas shopper who could help you buy all your Christmas presents and make sure your friends love the gifts you give them. What a fantastic idea. When I grow up, I'm going to set up a company for that.

In the midst of all the rushing I've been neglecting to do QT and it's funny, through that God taught me the importance of setting apart some time each day just to slow down. Friday through Sunday was filled with events--Ally's concert, Christmas shopping, dinner with cousins, ballet, cell, Sunday duty at CCMC (I'm never doing it ever again)--and when I finally slowed down on Monday I realised I was dead tired. It was so refreshing to be able to sit down and journal and just talk to God.

I realised even though I have been doing a lot of things this holiday I still feel that there are more things I could have done, like spend more time with my friends. It doesn't help that three whole weeks were wiped out because I was sick. But it doesn't help to feel pity for myself for not feeling fulfilled, because I know whatever has happened to me in this one and a half months is what God wanted to happen to me, and His plan is perfect.

(p.s. And I don't see what's so wrong with Luke and Lorelai. :P Though Jason is pretty nice.)

jac was here with you 12/21/2004 08:38:00 am

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My Destiny
Psalm 46 (NASB)
God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change
And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea;
Though its waters roar and foam,
Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride.

There is river whose streams make glad the city of God,
The holy dwelling places of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.
The nations made an uproar, the kingdoms tottered;
He raised His voice, the earth melted.
The Lord of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our stronghold.

Come, behold the works of the Lord,
Who has wrought desolations in the earth.
He makes wars to cease to the end of the earth;
He breaks the bow and cuts the spear in two;
He burns the chariots with fire.
"Cease striving and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."
The Lord of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our stronghold.