Happy Little Trees

Things I Want but I Really Don’t Need:

An ipod
A pair of Reefs
A phone with querty keys
ibook laptop
A tall soy chai latte
The perfect pink nail polish
Trish McEvoy Lip Gloss & No. 9 perfume

Things I Had to Have and I Really Don’t Use:

Ipod Shuffle
Chi
Starbucks Mug

Things that Kids in Poverty I Saw in Kenya Needed:

Shoes (no brand specified)
Clothes (no brand specified)
Food (none specified)
Parents (no specifics specified)

I’m trying to come to grips with my materialistic tendencies.

Edamame is a tasty, protein treat. Remember not to look silly when eating edamame for the first time by not eating the pod—only eat the bean.

Remember: Edamame. Fun food. Don’t eat the pod. And don't actually shoot yourself or a friend in the face with a popping bean.

A lady that works in another office across the hall was questioning me about the Fat Boy box while I was washing my hands in the restroom.

Nice Lady: “Did someone in your office get a Fat Boy chair?”
Me: “No. My co-worker just likes boxes, so she took it about a month ago and was storing it. It’s the same box. What’s a Fat Boy chair?”
Nice Lady: “Oh! You’ve got to see it! Come with me!”

So, we went to see the Fat Boy. She uses it for her office chair, and I have to admit it, I was jealous. It was the same feeling I felt when I saw Krystal in second grade wearing the Michael Jackson red leather jacket with all the zippers: Cool for her. Unattainable for me.

The Fat Boy website is cool and has two very fun games. Do not play them while working for the man. They are for home use only.

My Starbucks cup today was a huge quote about how “heaven is totally overrated” and “it seems totally boring.”

It made me feel sad for this guy. All I could think of was that this guy needs to get a life, or maybe more accurately, he needs to get a death (with a life after it). If not, he’ll definitely be missing out.
God’s Word says in 1 Corinthians 2:9 -
"No eye has seen,
no ear has heard,
no mind has conceived
what God has prepared for those who love him"

My hope is in Jesus Christ, and I believe in heaven. I had lunch with a friend a few months back who told me the story that is told in the book 90 Minutes in Heaven. We both cried as we kind of both came to terms with our fathers both being deceased, and trusting that they are both in heaven. After my dad died, I had to come to terms with what I really and truly believed about the afterlife. After struggling through all the thoughts, my faith grew and I know heaven is real in a way we can’t possibly imagine.

Sometimes, I get troubled in my heart because if I believe it’s real, then why do I sometimes give a millisecond of worry or frustration about things that which will pass away? I think one of the most frustrating part about being a Christian is coming to terms with the fact that we don’t “arrive,” and that we’re continually “in process.” Not to say that we don’t “grow.” But we’re still just humans who have been shown grace and mercy.

Jesus called heaven paradise. Not “cloud city,” but paradise.

Luke 23:43 Jesus answered him, "I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise."

I’m sure heaven in a whole lot cooler than anything we could think of on Earth. I’ve seen amazing things on this earth, and this is only Earth. We can’t conceive it. But we must have faith to believe it.

God, please give that man eyes to see. And a heart that can believe.

It takes me until about 9:30 to realize my office chair is not the right height. I’m trying to figure out if it moves slowly throughout the day, or if Goldilocks is sitting at my desk at night. And why is my porridge missing?

Somebody's birthday is on May 12th.

I needed a massage. Last night, Young Life was canceled, so I decided to find someone somewhere to help get the tension out of my neck from moving and life.

There’s a grocery store in town that has a chair massage center, and it’s enclosed. I get kind of freaked out by the thought of relaxing in a chair in front of millions of bystanders, so I was glad this massage chair was a little more private.

I had tender spots all in my neck and my masseuse rubbed them all out. I feel like a new woman. (Okay, maybe a little dramatic.)

My co-worker just had her first massage yesterday for her birthday. I really wish I could tell you what she said about her massage, but this is a family-friendly blog. It’s been a quite entertaining day.

I have a new piggy bank, and I was going to save up for clothes, but now, I’ve decided to save up for spa services.