To begin this post, I want to say that these truly are just a few... the list could go on and on but I am just going to write about some of them. Maybe someday I'll add to it and if I don't then at least this will give you a little taste of who I am! :)
I realized as I'm sitting here watching the Nativity Story with my sleeping parents that I cannot go through life without a nice hot cup of something in my hands. Hot tea. Coffee. Hot Chocolate. Steamer. Anything really, it is just a simple delight to drink something hot and in the literal sense, feel "warm fuzzies" on the inside. (Right now I am drinking a Chamomile tea with honey in it.)
A wood fireplace, a good book and sweatpants in the winter with a hot cup of something. Nothing beats this kind of relaxing.
I love dreaming... both when I am sleeping, and awake. I have so many dreams in my heart that I am just waiting to come about... but in the waiting, Jesus is soooo faithful and is teaching me so much about who I am. When Jesus is leading me and showing me things about who I am and what I was meant to be- hoping is such a joy! Outside of Christ, hoping is burdensome and lonely, but in Christ it is something to look forward to with a holy anticipation and longing.
Meaningful conversations. I do not love small talk.
Family. I enjoy being with my family. They are kind and loving and enjoy life. They love Jesus and teach me so much about life and happiness and folling Christ.
And finally Jesus. I am far from it, but my desire is that He would be my all in all! I want every breath, every thought to be consumed with Him. My heart is delighted when He calls my name... I am honored that He would love me with such an everlasting love. I want to give Him everything, holding nothing back for myself. He has tender eyes, yet they burn with a fire that cannot be quenched. His desire is towards me and I delight His heart. All I want is to be near Him. Everything else is fading, but only His love remains. And in His love, He enables me to love Him back. Nothing else can compare to my Beloved. Nothing.
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