Impressions

I love how God brings people into my life in unexpected ways just when I need them. And how he brings people back again and again at just the right times. I especially love when he puts someone in my path who (on first impression) drives me crazy and I think I could never be friends with and then we become great friends. I like when God proves me wrong like that. When he opens my eyes to things beyond the surface and reminds me that I can't judge based on the outside. When I can see that everyone has insecurities just like me. I'm glad he knows better than me, and that he doesn't let me stop at my first impression.

Words of Wisdom from Lewis

I've been reading Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis, and I love how he puts into words things we often overlook. A lot of his thoughts are not profound, but they express things that we don't always take the time to notice.

I like this quote taken from a chapter on marriage (but it applies to life in general):

"Our experience is coloured through and through by books and plays and the cinema, and it takes patience and skill to disentangle the things we have really learned from life for ourselves."

Lewis explains that it's harder than we think for us to separate and distinguish what we've learned from real life experience and what we've seen in movies or on TV or read in books. Much of what we think of as reality isn't reality at all. Scary, huh? What's colouring your experience?

Random tidbits:

Why does the weather have to be terrible when I want to go somewhere? Or is it really that I just want to go somewhere because it's a blizzard outside (and I know I can't)?

When I had made a pretty certain decision that I wasn't going to do grad school, I got my acceptance letter in the mail. I'm still pretty sure that it's not what I should do right now, but the fact that I got accepted almost makes me want to do it. Almost.

Did you know that tradition says the apostle John was plunged into a vat of boiling oil and came out unharmed? Crazy.

I have an obsession with picking fuzz off of sweaters and socks. It drives me crazy sometimes, but I can't stop.

I think Valentine's Day should only be celebrated in elementary school classrooms.