Isn't it true that a simple song can take us anywhere, to any place, any specific memory. . . any specific person?

Isn't it wonderful?!

Something like that happened to me tonight.

Out of some sort of instinct, I felt the need to start a double batch of homemade cookies at 11:30 at night, just because.

After a wonderful day, some sort of blissful little girl glee has come over me that makes me want to do strange things like bake in the middle of night, and dance like a crazy woman in my kitchen to Michael Buble love songs. . . those songs that give you goosebumps and take you to a memory.

My conclusion: I really hope no one was outside my kitchen window, they got quite an interesting show. . . oh, and I burnt the second batch of cookies.

So for now, I'll bid farewell, with my last batch of cookies in the oven, and currently singing along to "Everything" by Buble, basking in the memory of another time. . .

"In this crazy life, and through these crazy times, it's you, it's you, you make me sing,

Your every line, your every word, your everything."

Nothing Special On My Own...

It's easy to get wrapped up in our greatness. . .
I do it all the time.

What we tend to forget is that pale blue sky above us, that sun that burns without fail, the stars that shine for us. Everything we take for granted, is the extra-ordinary that is truly worth the attention we seek for ourselves.

I am so small in the presence of my all mighty powerful GOD. Underneath me, all around me, his works surround me.

The mighty strike of a flash of lightning, is His.
The aqua blue seas of the Caribbean, are His.
The black night sky sprinkled with glittering stars, is His.
The universe in its complex entirety. . .
everything we know, and all that we do not know, is His.

I am His creation too.

Every good work is inspired by the ultimate Creator. It's easy to forget, in a world where we focus so much on finding "ourselves" that we lose God in the meantime.

Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus. . . vast, unmeasured, boundless, free!