WORDY THURSDAY!!

Welcome to the second edition of WORDY THURSDAY!!

The words today were submitted to me through friends so feel free to thank them for them if you get a chance.

Main Entry: ses·qui·pe·da·lian

Pronunciation: \ˌses-kwə-pə-ˈdāl-yən\

Function: adjective

Etymology: Latin sesquipedalis, literally, a foot and a half long, from sesqui- + ped-, pes foot — more at foot

Date: 1656

1 : having many syllables : long 
2 : given to or characterized by the use of long words television commentator>

"Wow, that speaker sure was a sesquipedalian, I would hardly understand a thing he was saying."

gas·con·ade  (gsk-nd)

n.

Boastfulness; bravado.

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[French gasconnade, from Gascon, Gascon; see Gascon.]

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gascon·ade v.

gascon·ader n.

Noun	1.	gasconade - an instance of boastful talk; "his brag is worse than his fight"; "whenever he won we were exposed to his gasconade" brag, bragging, crowing, line-shooting, vaporing, crow boast, boasting, jactitation, self-praise  - speaking of yourself in superlatives
Verb	1.	gasconade - show off                           puff - speak in a blustering or scornful manner; "A puffing kind of man" exaggerate, - to enlarge beyond bounds or the truth; "tended to romanticize and exaggerate this `gracious Old South' imagery" crow, gloat, triumph - dwell on with satisfaction "The young man like to gasconade his ability to use large words. In fact he was quite the sesquipedalian." I Think we will stop with two today.  Have fun using them..  Hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

What will we be?

I saw myself lying there

On a cold steal table

Exposed and bare

No spark of life left in my eyes

Just emptiness

Just emptiness

The time will come when our name will be called

It’ll be our turn to walk that hall

Young and old we’ll all breathe our last

Life is fleeting like the dieing grass

What will they say as I’m lying there?

Nice things?

Or will they care?

We all have bodies so weak on soft

Just a breath of wind and they’ll all be lost

We’ve all been told to live

Because tomorrow we might die

But we’re all so busy living

I think we’ve forgotten why

What’s behind our fleshy doors?

A heart that’s beating

Or is there more?

Or is there more?

They cut you open to see inside

No soul no life nothing to hide

You think you’re different

But when you’re dead

What’s so different?

We all have arms, legs and a head

If life is only bodies and nothing more

Then what the hell are we all living for?

There’s something more

There’s something more

I’ve read of people not afraid to die

They gave up their lives with out a final cry

What made them different

What made them brave

What made them willing to enter the grave?

All of creation took a single word

But we took more or haven’t you heard

All of creation will testify

I’m going to testify

I’m going to sing to my king most high

I’ll die so that I might live

In the life that God so freely gives

My body is just a tent

It’s not where the real me hides

I’m found in Jesus he is my joy

Clothed in a life that not even death can destroy

So what happens when you see you there

On a cold steal table exposed and bare

A silenced heart and nothing there

Just emptiness

Just emptiness

Just….. Dead.

I know some of you have already read this one on my other page, but in case you have not it is something to thing about.

WORDY THURSDAY!!

Welcome to WORDY THURSDAY!! 

I thought it would be kind of fun to look up some new words on the internet.

 As you might be guessing it is a severely slow day in the office

 as well as a slightly unimpressive day outside the window. 

Fasten your seat belts and hold on to your hats,

I dare you to try and use these words in a sentence this week.

esthete

\ES-theet\ , noun:

1.

One having or affecting great sensitivity

to beauty, as in art or nature.

Origin:

Aesthete is from Greek aisthetes, 

"one who perceives," from aisthanesthai, "to perceive."

"The esthete stood tall and lonely

in the nearly empty hall of the forgotten art museum. 

Not only did he perceive the beauty in the art surrounding him,

but also the solitary elegance

of the lack of appreciation the museum in general received."

redolent

\RED-uh-luhnt\ , adjective:

1.

Having or exuding fragrance; scented; aromatic.

2.

Full of fragrance; odorous; smelling

(usually used with 'of' or 'with').

3.

Serving to bring to mind; evocative; suggestive;

 reminiscent (usually used with 'of' or 'with').

Origin:

Redolent derives from Latin redolens,

-entis, present participle of redolere,

"to emit a scent, to diffuse an odor,

"from red-, re- + olere,

"to exhale an odor."

"The guests upon entering the house

were further put at their ease

by the redolent smell of baking pie.

The tangy, spicy smell of cinnamon and apples promised

a most relaxing and delightful evening."

gaucherie

\goh-shuh-REE\ , noun:

1.

A socially awkward or tactless act.

2.

Lack of tact; boorishness; awkwardness.

Origin:

Gaucherie comes from the French, from gauche,

"lefthanded; awkward," from Old French, from gauchir, 

"to turn aside, to swerve, to walk clumsily."

"Here we see the insecure, unattractive woman who

 at long last has found someone even more

 insecure and unattractive than herself, calling attention 

to her companion's gaucherie in order to feel,

 for once in her life, like the belle of the ball."

I hope you enjoyed your Wordy Thursday.

I know it would sound better as Wordy Wednesday..

But I think Wednesday gets enough attention as it is.

I mean seriously you have "Wacky Wednesday"

and for goodness sake there is even a book about that.

Seriously we need to give thursday some more attention.

I'm quite certain that Thursday more often than not,

feels like the gaucherie of the week.

You don't even need to be an esthete to appreciate

the nobleness of the day before Friday.

Personally I think Thursday is a redolent day

that smells freshly of the weekend to come. 

Here's to you Thursday.

May we all be coffee

I received this story in an email today. Usually I just delete forwarded things, but the lady that sent it with me really liked it and she knows how I feel about coffee so she told me I really should read it. I did, and I liked it, so I thought I would share it with you today.

Enjoy........... (By now you are probably thinking what is this girls deal with coffee. Right?)

Carrot,  Egg , Or Coffee

A young woman went to her mother and told her

 about her life and

  how things were so hard for her. She did

not know how she  was going

   to make it and wanted to give up. She was

tired of fighting and

    struggling. It seemed as one problem was

solved, a new one arose.

   Her mother took her to the kitchen. She

filled three pots with water

    and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots

came to boil. In the

   first she  placed carrots, in the

second she placed eggs, and in the

   last she placed  ground coffee

beans. She let them sit and boil,

   without saying a word.

   In about twenty minutes she turned off

the burners. She fished the

    carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She

pulled the eggs out and

   placed  them in a bowl. Then she

ladled the coffee out and placed it

   in a bowl.  Turning to her daughter,

she asked, "Tell me what you

   see."

   "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she

replied.

   Her mother brought  her closer and

asked her to feel the carrots.

   She did and noted that they  were

soft. The mother then asked the

   daughter to take an egg and break

it.  After pulling off the shell,

   she observed the hard-boiled egg.

Finally, the  mother asked the

   daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter

   smiled as she  tasted its rich

aroma.

   The daughter then asked, "What does it

mean,  mother?"

   Her mother explained that each of these

objects had faced  the same

   adversity - boiling water. Each reacted

differently.

   The  carrot went in strong, hard,

and unrelenting. However, after

   being subjected  to the boiling

water, it softened and became weak.

   The egg had been  fragile. Its thin

outer shell had protected its

   liquid interior, but after  sitting

through the boiling water, its

   inside became hardened.

   The  ground coffee beans were

unique, however. After they were in

   the boiling  water, they had changed

the water.

   "Which are you?" she asked her

daughter. "When adversity knocks on

   your door, how do you respond? Are you

a  carrot, an egg or a coffee

   bean?"

   Think of this: Which am I? Am I  the

carrot that seems strong, but

   with pain and adversity do I wilt

and  become soft and lose my strength?

   Am I the egg that starts with a

malleable heart, but changes with

   the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit,

but  after a death, a breakup,

   a financial

   hardship or some other trial, have

I become hardened and stiff?

   Does my shell look the same, but on the

inside  am I bitter and

   tough with a stiff spirit and hardened

heart?

   Or am I  like the coffee bean? The

bean actually changes the hot

   water, the very  circumstance that

brings the pain. When the water

   gets hot, It releases the  fragrance

and flavor. If you are like the

   bean, when things are at their

worst, you get better and change the

   situation around you.

  May you have enough happiness to make you

sweet,

 enough  trials to

make you strong,

enough sorrow to keep

you human

and enough hope  to

 make you happy.

Purpose.

I was talking to my mom the other day being all like "I don't know what I'm doing! How is what I do affecting the world!!?" So My mom sent me this Email about a book she is reading I know it's long, but I encourage you to take the time to read it. I thought it was really good. Maybe our purpose isn't so much to "know" how and what we are supposed to do and much more are we willing to do what God tells us to do. DAILY? Morning to night, are we up to the challenge of living a Godly life at home, school, work, and where ever this crazy life takes us?

(here's what my mom sent)

"How many times have you heard someone say, "I just wish I knew God's will for my life"? I know I've longed for this before. But now i see it as a misguided way of thinking and talking.

There are very few people in the Scrxiptures who received their life plan from God in advance (or even their five-year plan, for that matter!). Consider Abraham, who was told to pack up his family and all his possessions and start walking. He didn't know where he was going. He didn't know if he would ever be back. He didn't know any of the details we consider vital (e.g., his destination, how long the venture would take, what the costs/rewards would be, whether he'd receive a 401 (k) or health insurance). God said to go and he went, and that's pretty much all he knew.

I think a lot of us need to forget about "God's will for my life." God cares more about our response to His Spirit's leading today, in this moment, than about what we intend to do next year. in fact, the decisions we make next year will be profoundly affected by the degree to which we submit to the Spirit right now, in today's decisions.

It is easy to use the phrase "God's will for my life" as an excuse for inaction or even disobedience. It's much less demanding to think about God's will for your future than it is to ask Him what He wants you to do in the next ten minutes. It's safer to commit to following Him "someday" instead of "this day."

To be honest, I believe part of the desire to "know God's will for my life" is birthed in fear and results in paralysis. We are scared to make mistakes, so we fret over figuring out God's will. We wonder what living according to His will would actually look and feel like, and we are scared to find out. We forget that we were never promised a twenty-year plan of action; instead God promises multiple times in Scripture never to leave or forsake us.

God wants us to listen to His Spirit on a daily basis, and even throughout the day, as difficult and stretching moments arise, and in the midst of the mundane. My hope is that instead of searching for "God's will for my life," each of us would learn to seek hard after "the Spirit's leading in my life today." May we learn to pray for an open and willing heart, to surrender to the Spirit's leading with that friend, child, spouse, circumstance, or decision in our lives right now. 

So that's that.. I hope you read it. Loving and following God is the most difficult thing I can do. And at the same time what I was made to do. Somedays it takes all my mental strength just to love God. Maybe we focus to much on overcoming the world when we need to focus a little more on overcoming and humbling ourselves before God. It seems mundane, but there is where the battle lies, Christ's spirit in us battling against our self.

I'm rambling.. but ya that's that..

Wilted Flowers

Ready for another one of my strange analogies?
If you answered "no" to that question you might just want to stop reading right about..... now.

Part of my job here entails watering the flowers and hanging plants outside of my office. When the weather is cool and not to humid I can get away with not watering them for a couple of days, and even then only using water to rehydrate them. To be completely honest, I've had to have a few people kindly remind me to water the poor things.

The last few days, however, our office has been preparing for some very important people who will be coming this weekend. I decided that I wanted to make the flowers look the best they can so, not only have I been watering them more consistently, I've taken the time to add some plant food.

Lo and behold, today on returning from lunch, I look and see a large crushed spot on the pot of flowers nearest the door. Like something fell on them.  Not only that but the weather has been unnaturally humid causing them to look wilted and sick and sad.

Some how by brain jumped from wilted flowers to spiritual life.
How many times do I find my self when the weather is good pulling away from God a bit? Not in a rebellious way, just things are going well and I don't feel desperate for Him. I'm getting a little dry, but hey, I'm still blooming. Right? I'll have my devotions, but not throw my self at His feet desperate to be filled with Him. Just enough water to stay alive, but not enough fertilizer to really bloom to my full potential. Finding myself content with good enough.

Then something happens. Maybe a good thing, a wonderful reminder that He is the Bride Groom and He is coming back, and so you start preparing yourself. You don't just want to be a bare stock when He comes back, you want to be more than just hanging on. Doesn't it always seem like when you finally come to that decision the weather changes, and now instead of just coasting you actually have to hang on more than you ever did before. Things happen that are just our of your control like falling objects that crush your spirits, make you feel like even your best efforts aren't going to be good enough.

I don't really know how that applies in your life, but I know for me I can choose to just get by slide by day by day without any real effort. It so often feels like whenever I decide to go after God beyond what is easy that bad things happen, or trails spring out of no where, things I can't control throwing up opposition every way I turn. It's in those moments when your looking down at the wilted flowers in your hand that you have to decide to just press in that much more. You know that you were created to be more than ok, you were created to be beautiful. You know that in your heart and that's all you really have to hang onto, but you hang on to that because you were created for more.

These Are A Few of my Favorite Things

COFFEE and Going to all the WORLD

Dancing until your shoes fall off.

Who doesn't love scrabble?

Video Games with the Family

Rainbows

                          

Wonderful Friends

Pretty Flowers

I really like Flowers

I love daddies who give their daughters pretty flowers.

<3 Things that make my heart smile