Ouch.

I broke my toe today.
It hurts.

Oh, Happy Day! Happy Day!

Well, it is Easter.
I love this holiday.

I've had the song "Happy Day" in my head all... well, all happy day long.
I love the part where it's just like, "He's ALIVE!" Because dang - He IS alive.
I mean, He came out of the tomb.

I'm in the Denver airport once more.
I'm supposed to be at Shaun's house by now, but no such luck. My flight from Seattle to Denver (which was supposed to leave at 7:45 am) did not leave until after 12:30 pm. Thus, I missed my connecting flight to Wichita. And alas, there were no more flights until tomorrow afternoon, so instead I am flying to Oklahoma City and my boo is picking me up there. Phew. I don't get into OKC until 10:30 tonight, though. Long day.

It was good - being with my family.

The wedding was nice. My new sister in law is nice. My nephew is cute as a bug. Or a monkey. I saved the day - so I won the Super Sister In Law of the Year award. Dayna's top was too big, so I whipped off the safety pins I had on and successfully pinned her dress. Yes, I was amazing, thank you very much. :)

I have a new friend, too. His name is John, and he's like 33. He was my "wedding date". We talked all day. Then I bought really cute new shoes at Cabela's, and he made fun of them. Jerk-face.

It was kind of sad, all weekend. Brad had Paige, my grandparents and parents had eachother, Jeff had Dayna... I was like the 9th wheel. Me and Ryan, but he's only 3 months old, so everyone wanted to hold him and cuddle with him the whole time. I missed Shaun a lot.

Is that lame?

Waiting in line to get our tickets fixed, everyone was really irritated. But I don't know, I see it like, it isn't the end of the world. Yeah, we may be late to something, or our schedules may have to be changed around a bit... but really? It's okay. It won't matter a week from now. The plane was broken - I didn't want to ride on a broken plane and risk actually having to know what the safety card says. I'll pass, thanks.

MM, that bit of chocolate is good.

My Mom made me an Easter basket. :) Lots of choclate for me. Pretty much all I've eaten all day is chocolate. They showed "Enchanted" on the plane. It made me REALLY happy. I still have to finish homework, and I need to find out where my plane leaves from. But I still have three hours.


Oh, Happy Day! Happy Day! He washed my sins away! Oh, Happy Day! Happy Day! Forever I am changed!!!

Humanity.

I'm writing an essay about Kafka's "Metamorphosis" and now all I can think about is humanity. What is it? How do you define who a human is? And was Gregor - after he physically transformed into a bug - still "human"?

I need to figure this out. My essay is due the Wednesday after break. I just can't bring myself to sit and write my conclusions. But I have like three pages of typed notes about it. Gah.

Yesterday, At The Denver Airport.

Yesterday, at the Denver airport, a foreign man told me that he liked the part in my hair.

He was in his twenties, probably about 25, and was from Portugal or Spain, I think. I was sitting on Shaun's duffel bag (which I nabbed to take with me) about 4 feet away from him, and all of a sudden he stood up and was like, "I jflslikehus the hryaparthi lkfinfj bvwyourhvy bayhairnjve." And I said, "Pardon me?" And he said, "I like the part in your hair." Then he smiled, nodded, and walked away. And I laughed.

Yesterday, at the Denver airport, I saw a man pick a wedgie.

He was in his forties, standing with four or five other men. He appeared to be a type that plays golf. He had on khaki shorts. I turned to the side (to the left really) and he was about two feet away from me. I glanced up, and he picked a wedgie. Right there. Right in my face. Oh gosh.

Yesterday, at the Denver airport, I realized that no one in the state of Colorado believes in Starbucks.

I walked all over the airport, with a green backpack on my back (where it belongs) and Shaun's duffel bag in my hands. And as I walked, I kept my eyes peeled... and there was no Starbucks anywhere. ANYWHERE. I just wanted a nice iced coffee and a bagel. And I got nothing.

Authenticity.

Sometimes I get really self-centered and all I think about it myself and what I want and need and how I feel. Sometimes I get so caught up in my little insignificant world, full of "injustices" that I forget that other people have so much more hurt and pain than I do. Sometimes I act like "goddess Melissa", not just Melissa.

Sometimes I forget that it isn't all about me. In fact, none of it is about me. Ever. At all.

And I hate that.

I think that's the thing I dislike about myself the most.

It's like...
Dr. Litherland said one time that if you are a Christian, you have to be all about love. Love should define you. People should be able to look at you, see your love, and know that there is something different, something unique about you.

And love... Love isn't condensed chicken noodle soup, fluffy love. Love is hearty beef stew with lots of vegetables on a cold winter day love. Love is thick and tangible and evident as more than just a feeling.

But if I don't love that much... and like that... what am I?
Certainly not an authentic Christian, for real Christians are called to love and forgive everyone - even our enemies... especially our enemies.

So then how can I profess to be such, if my actions do not match my thoughts and desires and words?

God, teach me to love... to love like You love. Teach me what love looks like, what forgiveness looks like, what a true heart looks like. Help me to be real, to be what You made me to be. Show me Your way, for Your way is the Only Way in this life.

One Thought.

Spring Break.
Praise the Lord.

Two Years Ago.

This time, two years ago, I was like THIS close to being in Oklahoma, looking at this school.

The trip pretty much transformed my life, except not so dramatically.

I cried when I saw the shrubs. I got mad when my Dad walked on the grass. We took pictures of everything. Ha - Dad broke the library rules.

Good times. Good trip. I love this place.