Celebration...

I hope you all had a blessed Resurrection Sunday! I know I did. Here are a few snapshots of the day...

she tried to hug me, so I tried to punch her... ;) Well, I pretended to punch her. Please don't hate me.

with our mamma :)

stalked by the angry goose....

the aftermath.


xxx.
Lindsey

Happy Tuesday

On Monday Libby and I took our sunrise picnic on the roof, completing 16 before 16, number 11.

it came in the mail early!

This is the more realistic view of her ;) Oh, I love this little pumpkin.

Love and a hug,

Lindsey

Over The River And Through The Woods...

Hello, my beautiful readers! I call you beautiful, because I know you are! You were made in the image of God, specially created to be you and no one else. And if you were made in the image of God-- the creator of the universe, then how could you not be beautiful? But even more than the way you look on the outside-- your hair, your eyes, your height, it's the way you look on the inside that's beautiful. He created you with a beautiful heart that longs to worship Him and praise Him for what He has done. I pray that all of you will realize, if you don't already, how beautiful you are in His sight. So the next time someone tells you how pretty you look, in stead of letting the voice inside of your head say 'No I'm not, you're just saying that, and it's a lie,' say 'thank you' and remember that you were created just the way God wanted you to be. And also remember that when we put ourselves down, we not only give into Satan's trap, but we are putting down God's creation. We are saying it's not good enough. But remember what God said? In Genesis, He created the heavens, the earth, the plants, etc., and He said they were good. But when He created man, He said it was very good. So remember that even when we feel so imperfect, Jesus' blood  covers our imperfections, and our Heavenly Father sees only Jesus' perfection when He looks at us.

Wow. I really didn't mean to write all that. I called you beautiful, and the rest just flowed out. Okay, so I am finally back from... Grandma's house! My sister and I got to spend Monday through Thursday at my Grandparent's house, preparing the feast for Thanksgiving.

As for what our week entailed, please read on. :)

Making homemade noodles for the feast

Fixin' some biscuits and gravy

lichen. I was so captivated by its brilliance that I left the bread baking early to capture it. 

Libby and the lichen tree

The rain on all these was too inspiring to pass up.

uhh... hay bale?

orange rolls, which, sadly, i didn't eat...

and...finishing Catching Fire {the second in The Hunger Games series}
I actually bought the last one today. Mockingjay is its title. It felt so incredibly exciting. See, as I've said before, I'm not much of a reader-- or at least I haven't been until lately. And when I want to read something, the library is my best friend. Or else I would just borrow from a friend. But there's something so refreshing as you pick up a brand-new book, so crisp and clean, take it to the desk of Barnes and Noble for purchase, and carry the bag home. The pages are unfolded-- untouched, even, and the words inside bring you to a whole different world.

Okay, sorry for that sappy ramble. Sometimes I just get lost. :)



I took several more pics, which I will add later, but it's just good to be back. [hint: be ready for some silhouettes and sunsets!] All in all, it was a successful and memorable Thanksgiving. I got to see some of my very few cousins, which is a rare and lovely treat. I also got to ride horses with my aunt, through their acres and acres of pasture, in search of a cow-- and the calf she was expecting. We found neither, but it was certainly a very pleasurable ride. Thanksgiving day brought an array of dishes-- turkey (of course), candied sweet potatoes, noodles, mashed potatoes, green beans, sweet corn, pumpkin pie, and about 14 others. The homemade noodles would have to be my favorite! We ate until we couldn't hold any more, then followed up with dessert and a few games of bingo. It's a relatively-new family tradition that is rather amusing.

Following hours of mingling with the family, my brother and I set out in my parents' tiny hometown in search of a red box.  We had absolutely no idea where we were going, but that's always the fun part of our late-night excursions together. We played the "turn right or left?" game until we found one... which was out of the film we were trying to find- Jane Eyre. So we found another, where the same story displayed itself.  But, since the third time's a charm, we got to a McDonalds and picked up the last copy available... and saw someone I knew! Which wouldn't be a problem, except I picked that night, of all nights to wear my pajama pants out of the house. The first time ever, and what do ya know? So I hid my lower half behind a trash can while my brother kept the conversation going. Our trip back included stopping at a green light, while in deep conversation, stalking a bridal shop window, and driving the wrong way down a one-way street. Yes, we were quite successful. And talented. And since my brother will be out of the house, and away to college in less than a year, I'm relishing each one of these crazy, laughter-filled adventures we have together.

Well, I think I've said enough. I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! It was a great reminder to me of how terribly blessed I am, and I hope it was for you, too! Also, you should know that all fifteen of you are huge blessings to me! Thanks you so much for the encouragement!

Much Love,Lindsey Nicole

P.S. What is your favorite Thanksgiving food?

Following a very mondayish school day, a Norman Rockwell documentary, and Body Pump at the gym, Libby and I went on a stroll through the neigborhood. 

There is something about a brisk autumn walk that is so refreshing. It sets the imagination free. Everything from the leaves and trees to acorns, squirrels and children playing all mix together to make a beautiful song that keeps playing in our head until you fall asleep. Through our walk, the two of us discussed everything on our minds. And I mean everything. But the good thing about talking on walks is that we're usually in a good mood and rarely get into petty arguments and fights. 

Changing the subject, I know I never really explained about the *someone*, but long story short, things were good and then they went bad, so we haven't talked. Or should I say he hasn't talked to me. I may explain some other time. Maybe. Anyway, I have resolved to write a letter, asking for an explanation. Asking for the reason why communication ceased so abruptly. Explaining that I'm not angry at him (anymore). Saying that I don't need him to like me or date me or anything like that, I just want to be friends.  I feel like I need to do this because I'm afraid that if we don't talk sometime, every sunday and every wednesday for the next four years will be filled with awkward-ness and lingering confusion. I don't want sadness, confusion, awkwardness, or any other emotions to get in the way of worship. 

So what do you think of this idea? I'd love to know your opinions! :))

Much Love, hugs, crunchy leaves, buttercream frosting, comfy sweaters, and very sweet dreams to you all!!! 

-Lindsey Lou

{P.S. If you're reading this, I love you. Like seriously, I mean it.}

{P.P.S. Coming soon: Everything Lovely and Lately Into}

Finally...

Hi, lovelies! Well, I have basically no time to write, but I just wanted to let you know that Lib and I finally posted on our blog! We'd love it if you'd check it out! So I guess, just take that as what I would've posted about today. :) (oh, and by the way, I'm Toots)

Much Love,

Lou