Hooram.

I am filled with contentment this morning.
There is so much I have to be thankful for.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you.

For all of the above.

Be Be Your Love.

I discovered this song a few years ago. I really enjoyed it.

I rediscovered it yesterday on my what I think might be a 1st generation ipod.
It's just a good song.

All of them.

I look back at my old blogs.
All of my toiling, questioning, confusion, dreaming, frustration, learning, questioning (oh wait I said that one already).....

It all makes complete sense now.
So much that it's humorous.

Funny in the context that I kick myself and say, "Oh you silly. why were you worrying so much about this? Why wouldn't God give you the most amazing human being?"

All just because He loves me.
And ultimately to get His glory.
And He funna get it.



Cause He is the most best God.

South Carolina.

This place.

I understand that our environment isn't what makes us happy.

But it does.

And I think a healthy amount of that is ok.

And at the present moment, I am the MOST happy.

God uses this place to speak to me. And to bring me peace. And to make me feel loved.

So loved.

And I have my best friend with me this time to share the joy.

And I have the most awesome man with me to make me feel like the prettiest lady.

I am the most excited about this new adventure. And although I have resided here before, this new season will be a shmorgusborg of different experiences, callings, failures, successes, places, people and revelations of who God is.

Excite.

Skip town.

We've all seen an abandoned house. The paints chipping, there's water stains, the grass takes over the yard and there is just an overall unkempt face to it. And if you have ever been in a house such as this one, there is a deafening silence to the space. The only word that to me really describes that sound and the feeling you get is death.

Wow this blog just turned slightly morbid, but I'm going to roll with it.

I wonder what goes through the mind of a person/family that decides to abandon their house. At what point does ones brain, heart and soul decide that it just isn't worth it anymore?

And look at the end result of their decision; a sadly empty box made of four walls and a roof.

I'll just be real honest here. I had a moment, or rather a couple of moments today where my thoughts reached a place where abandoning this mission, this town, this community, these people.... sounded relieving. Relieving in the sense that because abandonment feels like the only option, if I were to actually do that, there would come the familiar sigh of, "Ahhh... at least it's over, and there's nothing I can do about it now."

Houses are a lot of work to keep up. Sacrifices have to be made and time and energy needs to be poured into it so that it can not only function the way it needs to (i.e. the plumbing), but also that it can be a home. A warm place for the occupants to be themselves and live authentically. If anyone can testify to the truth of that, it's my mother. Maybe I'll have her guest blog on this one day. I think it would be a genuine read.

Now I know that if I were to just pick up and leave, the Davenport world would not be shaken. But I am apart of something bigger, and what I do has impact; maybe big, maybe small. And so skipping town.... would that cause a piece of that something that I am apart of to just....die?

Because as I said at the beginning, death is the only way I can describe the feeling of an abandoned house. Or really, an abandoned anything.

I mean, what if Jesus abandoned earth and beamed himself back up to heaven and said, "Forget it, I can't do this anymore."

We would be dead.

I'm going to leave it at that for now.

duh.

Have you ever been bored?

And in that time when you were bored you sat and just started spazzing around?

And then from that spazzing around comes something absolutely astounding?

And that absolutely astounding something completely shocks your face off?

Because...... it came from you?

And you're not sure how?

Because you didn't realize that you had such inventive, out-of-the-box, non-formulaic creativity just waiting to pop it's little head out and say "Hey there" with a big goofy grin like it's been there since day 1?





That just happened to me.
And it has been there.
Since day 1.
Since the beginning of all absolutely astounding somethings.


And all this time...... all I needed to do was


JUST

BE

ME.



oh. oh yea.

S- to the -aturday.

Today is SUCH the Saturday.

Don'tcha just love it?

The sun shines a little bit brighter. There's a nostalgic smell in the air, which for me is a medium breeze with a hint of ocean saltiness. Ohhh man, especially in the morning.

(Don't ask me how I am able to smell that in Central Florida - it's a mystery to me too. Perhaps its my super hero sense of smell)

I would love nothing more than to be with my mom right now in the good ol' 305, running errands and eating a whopper with cheese from burger king (it would have to be Miami in 1994 for this to be awesome). And then going with my dad to the Scuba shop on US1 so that he can fill up his tanks and I can play with the little yellow one in the front window.


I think Saturday is my favorite day of the week. So even though I can't do all of the above, I am going to make this day great.

There's a fantastic amount of creativity that's been waiting to burst out of me lately. I've decided I will put this day to good use and do what I was made to do.




I'm not aware of many activities more rewarding than doing just that.

The Robin and the Sparrow.

Said the robin to the sparrow,
“I should really like to know,
Why these anxious human beings
Rush about and worry so.”

Said the sparrow to the robin,
“Friend I think that it must be,
That they have no Heavenly Father,
Such as cares for you and me."

- Unkown Author.

I think that will be my next tattoo.

Of course once I am out of debt and have developed a habit and a passion of giving generously.

Hehe.

Seriously though.

Hush it.... I can't hear.

I know it's 1-something in the morning, but this spilling of words won't relent until I release them. So prepare for some blogger spillage.

I just got off the phone with a friend. We had a long, challenging, difficult yet beautiful conversation that revealed his incredible fear of the unknown future;

which made me realize

I am jobless. I am single. And I have 14 dollars to my name.

I have no clue what is going to happen tomorrow,

and it is sweeter than Grandma Shirley's homemade chocolate birthday cake.


When I wake up in the morning (which I'm gunna say will be around 10-ish) there waiting for me will be an endless amount of opportunity and possibility.

I can allow my past to tell me that my future will be filled with nothing but disappointment, rejection and failure.

Or I can humbly listen to my past for it's opinion, thank it for all it's worth, and then tell it to sit down and please be quiet.

The key thing here is telling it to be quiet. Because, you see, my past only has one volume; LOUD. And if I continue to let it talk, then I won't be able to hear what the opportunities and possibilities are saying. The future will be drowned out by the past.



I can honestly say that I do not know what God has planned for me in a few minutes, tomorrow, next week, next month, a year from now, ten years from now.... (you get what I am saying).

And on this night of August 26, 2009.... I find pleasure, peace and excitement in that.


It's an adventure waiting to be had.


It's Megan Lee's Adventure.
Goodnight.

The leap.

"You are a breathtaking reflection of God's heart for me. Of how he pursued me and loved me, even when I didnt love myself."



I CANNOT wait to say that one day.



But the getting there, the time between right now and "that one day" is terrifying at the least. Allowing the possibility for someone to love and/or reject me is scary as hell.

Well maybe not as scary as hell. Cause I hear that place sucks pretty bad.

But you get what I'm saying.




One thing's for sure: It will never get to the point of "gritball."
(I know I'm 5 years late on seeing Medea's Family Reunion, but I think seeing it today was perfect timing)

My Tribute.

It don't matter if you're black or white.....so if you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and then make the change. It's as easy as 1-2-3, as simple as Do-Re-Mi, can't stop till ya get enough..... Cause this is thriller, and you are not alone. No one wants to be defeated, so be Bad, and just Scream!..... and beat it. They told me a man should be faithful, and walk when not able, but you've been hit by, you've been struck by a smooth criminal, and blood is on the dance floor..... So I'll be there to protect you, with an unselfish love I respect you. Just call my name, cause I wanna rock with you all night. You wanna be startin' something? Then dance on the floor in the round, but don't go around breakin' young girls hearts. There is a place in your heart, and I know that is love..... you can't believe it, you can't conceive it, but you rocked my world, you know you did. Dirty Diana asks Annie are you ok? Cause there's demons closin' in on every side..... but they say the skies the limit, and to me that's really true. So let's heal the world, make it a better place..... it all starts with the man in the mirror.

Who wants chowder?

I hope you are ready for some blog vomit.


Cause you see, if I don't get this out in some form or fashion, then I will have an anxiety attack which leads to numbness of my apendages and a possible ride in an anbulance, with a guaranteed dose of muscle relaxers (which come to think of it, doesn't sound so bad right now).


I love my best guy friend. I am so in love with him, and I have been for a very long time. And I don't know how to get rid of it. He is the only man in the world that I could ever see myself standing by, standing behind, standing to the side of, standing wherever he wants me to stand; the only guy I would gladly submit to in a heartbeat. He brings an encourager out of me, a woman that I had not seen in myself before. He makes me think harder. He respects me the way a woman, a special creation of God, should be respected. He is so silly and he makes me laugh like no one else can make me laugh. He pushes me to love God in a different way, in a better way, in a way that perhaps maybe God intended for us to love Him. I would do anything, go anywhere and be anyone he wants or needs me to be.


It's all so cheesy and gross, and I really can't believe I am posting this.
But it's true.
And I don't think he sees it.

The Redbox.

I have found a new annoyance.
A pet peeve if you will.


Nothing has become more frustrating than getting out of my what is now a 2006 Kia Rio to rent a movie from the glorious redbox, and the most indecisive person God could have created is in front of me.

Lets make this person a male, and lets name him John Mark. Cause he would be a John Mark. John Mark is wearing cargo pants that are a sconch too short, tivas WITH socks, a superman logo t-shirt and sporting a 1993 haircut. You know exactly what I am talking about; a fresh 90's look, but still trying to stay true to the 80's kinda swagger.

There is a breeding ground somewhere for John Marks who hog the redbox.


So back to my grievance; John Mark stands there with his legs spread like he is bracing himself for Jane Fonda's intense pre-aerobic stretch, and scrolls through the list of movies with a blank stare. This stance shows me that he, along with myself, will be standing here for a while.

Oh p.s. at the redbox, time stops. It no longer exists the way it normally should. When you are standing on redbox grounds, you are on redbox time. So what really is only about 3 minutes in normal world time, could feel like 23 minutes in redbox time.

And I'm sorry, but that is just way too much time. If I wanted to take 23 minutes to rent a movie, I would go to block buster (which I probably never will again because I owe them 32 dollars). But no, I choose the redbox because it is fast and convenient. Or atleast it's SUPPOSED to be.

So there I am, staring at the back of this man with impatience. At some point I pull out my phone with the intent to send a text of complaint to Jessi, as if she can do anything about this situation. Poor Jessi.

I start to shift legs and sigh and tilt my head the way people do at the DMV. But then I realize that this isn't the DMV, this is the redbox. And then I feel a slight twinge of guilt for being so impatient, followed by a heart of thanksgiving that I am nowhere near a Department of Motor Vehicles.

It could be worse.

This new attitude of gratitude (ha-ya like that one?) lifts my spirits and it almost makes me want to enter into a dialogue with Mr. John Mark cargo pants. I mean there is a plethora of topics we could discuss as we both share this movie renting experience. Maybe I could even aid in his decision.

And as I attempt to start off with some witty comment, He hits cancel on the touch screen and walks to his car, with his head hanging low in defeat, as if to say "I have failed."


I stand there with that all too familiar "what the hell?!" look on my face. Did he really just waste 23, I mean 3 minutes of my time? We're all efforts, both John Mark's attempts to choose a film and my feeble go at finding patience and compassion, all in vain?


John Mark, we both deserve better.

melodies that have yet to be.

there's so much music inside.
i have to get it out.
why can't i just make it flow?



no reservations.
just play it.
just sing it.
just love it.
just be it.





just.
be.
it.

Exactly.

I suppose I will never be good enough. Even for those whom I think would have thought I was.

But I'm going to daily decide that not being good enough is ok.


In fact, I'm throwing 'good enough' out of the window.
I'm just going to be exactly who I am, and sometimes exactly who I am might be great.
And other times it might be difficult.
There will be times when exactly who I am will be mean and spiteful.
Sometimes free and happy.
A time or two when it will be completely broken.
Even gross.
Yes, gross.
Silly.
Tired.
Beautiful.
Loving.
Jelous.
Hopeful.
Bitter.
Anxious.
Apathetic.
Joyful.
Sick.
(a short list as to not be exhaustive).



There is one thing, though, that I hope will remain a constant among the variables of exactly who I am.

My passion to chase after this love that Jesus allows me to taste each day.
Man, it's good stuff.



Maybe there will be a person who will accept all of this about me. Who will love me for, and in spite of, exactly who I am.

That would be pretty sweet.
But if not, it's ok.

Living of Love.

For just one chance to find
Love was someone that you loved to find
For just the sense to try
To walk ahead and leave the pain behind
If the days aren’t easy and the nights are rough
When they ask you what you’re thinking of
Say love, say for me love
Say love, say for me love

Your heart says not again
What kind of mess have you got me in
But when the feelings there
It can lift you up and take you anywhere
But the gravel beneath you and the limbs above
If anybody asks you where your coming from
Say love, say for me love
Say love, say for me love

Say yes we live uncertainty
And disappointments have to be
And everyday we might be facing more
And yes we live in desperate times
But fading words and shaking rhymes
There’s only one thing here worth hoping for
With Lucifer beneath you and God above
If either one of them asks you what your living of
Say love, say for me love
Say love, say for me love
Say love, say for me love
Say love, say for me love
Say love, say for me love
Say love, say for me love


- The Avett Brothers

WHOA! dream big.

I have messy hair. It's just how I am. Even when I try to make it nice, it ends up messy. I like my messy hair, and I like doing weird things with it. I enjoy finding new ways to use bobby pins and clips and I don't care if it looks silly, because if I like it, no one elses opinion matters.

Lately I haven't been my messy-haired self. I straightened my hair one day for whatever reason, and it just looked too boring to me. It didn't look like my hair. But I went to work with it straight anyway.


A cute boy that I work with thought it looked pretty. He told me so, and he kept staring at me all throughout the shift.

I've been straightening my hair since. Even though I don't particularly like it.


Last night my hair was curly. And after an hour, it was back to being the mess that it usually is. That cute boy told me that when I am around him, I should wear it straight.

Because to him, I look pretty when it's straight.


What am I doing?
I know it sounds silly and a bit trivial.
But why am I compromising who I am to fit into someone else's idea of beauty?
Even if it's just my hair.


"In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."

- Mac MacGuff

I love the movie Juno, and this quote is one of the many reasons why it has become a favorite of mine.


I know there is a person out there who loves me for exactly who I am. He will think I am beautiful whether my hair is straight, curly, dreaded, dirty, clipped up, cut short, etc.


I must be myself.
Because it starts with the hair. And then it's the body, the ideals, the beliefs.
A compromising snow ball.


No snow balls for me.
I'm keeping my messy hair.

One day His love will be stronger than my fears.

There are days when I really feel like money, or lack their of, is drowning me.

I am drowning in a large pool of non-money.
I guess a better word for non-money would be our favorite word of all:


BILLS.


Can I just be honest and say that I am completely helpless. I really have no idea what to do, other than wait and see what small miracle will reveal itself to me this day, or maybe the next....

or maybe tomorrow.


I am so out of control. I really am. Control is 100 percent out of my hands this time.
Or perhaps it has always been, but I just don't see it until now.


I have a roof over my head. I have a bed to sleep in. I have food in the refrigerator. There is running water coming out of the faucets. All my extremities are working correctly. I have clothing on my body. The lights are working.


I will be ok for today. He promises.
I wish my bird was more visible to me.

26 "Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? 28And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, 29yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31Therefore do not be anxious, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. 33But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. 34Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."

Matthew 6:26-34

Of all the days in the year of 2009.

me vs myself
woman vs herself
megan vs megan
purity vs passion
mind vs heart
soul vs belief
beauty vs vanity
love vs lust
black and white vs gray
quality vs quantity
thought vs impulse
this road vs that road
this choice vs that choice
evil vs good
good vs best
questions vs answers

Give me the answers God. Please. I beg.
A moments rest.

This has been me the past few weeks, more intensely the past few days.
Split completely down the middle.



Torn between..... well that's irrelevant.

Smalls. He was not the greatest baseball player. But Benny "the jet" Rodriguez refused to give up on him. A few tries, and Smalls finally got it. The great Hambino, Squince, Tommy and Timmy and the rest of the gang decided "he's alright."

Sandlot. What a great movie. So many life truth's are portrayed.

Wow. I was just going to parallel how Smalls had to pickle the beast with my current situation, but then I remembered another scene in the movie. A scene that does more than parallel. It solves my dilemma.

Benny: Fine, fine, FINE! Be like 'dat. So what are we gunna do?
Gang: (collectively) GET POOL HONEYS!!

Squince made a huge decision that day when they all went to the community pool. He was in love with Wendy Peffercorn and he just could not keep it to himself for one more day. She was twice his age and gorgeous, but it didn't matter to him. He was going to let her know whether she liked it or not. For those of you who haven't seen the movie or need a refresher, let me share. Wendy was a lifeguard, and Squince was not able to swim in the deep end. Ahh... remember now? He jumps off the diving board into the deep end and pretends to drown. Wendy jumps in after him and ends up giving him mouth to mouth resusitation. Squince suprises everyone and lays a huge kiss on her.

This next part is my favorite.

She gets so mad that she drags him off of the pool grounds and bans him and the rest of the Sandlot crew from the community pool. He stands at the gate and cries a little, staring up at her on her lifeguard tower. She looks down upon him, shakes her head, smiles and waves. He smiles and waves back, and runs off to join his buddies.

Later on in life, Squince and Wendy get married. And have....is it ten kids?

Something like that.


He did what he needed to do, even if that meant rejection. Which it did, at first. But he was ok with that. He was satisfied. He smiled and moved on.


I HAVE GOT to do what I need to do. I MUST obey my God.

I HAVE TO TELL HIM.
Even if that means I have to jump in the deep end and pretend to drown.



(In my case, it means getting on a plane)