Carrots and Burglars

So we had a pretty exciting weekend. Saturday morning came early, but we were up for a great cause. 

We worked at the High Plains Food Bank Garden for 4 hours Saturday morning. 

Also there were some goats.

I spent most of my time planting seeds and harvesting over-planted carrots. I destroyed my fingers.
I felt like that old lady on Happy Gilmore.

Then, like all people who have been working outside and are covered in dirt, we went to Cracker Barrel for some delicious breakfast for lunch. Except Andrew, he actually got lunch, which was weird.

Sunday was a day for babysitting and hanging out with friends.

UNTIL 9:40 P.M.

We were returning home from dinner with our friends, when we realized there was a police car in the alley (we have a rear entry garage). At first we couldn't tell, but we quickly realized the police were parked at our driveway. There was a wrecked SUV parked sideways in our driveway with all of doors open. Since I didn't take any pictures, here's an awesome drawing to set up the scene:

Yes, I am a graphic designer and yes,

STOLEN CAR.

Some car burglars were being chased by a "van full of rednecks" and decided to 

ditch the car in our drive way and break through the fence to escape. 

The best part was when APD told us to go ahead and go around to the front of the house, 

go inside and check it out, and come out in 5 minutes to let them know we're okay.

Wait...what?

So if we don't come out in 5 minutes, you're going to come inside and save us 

from the car burglars who were hiding in our house, right?

We're probably already dead.

Needless to say we set the alarm and grabbed the shot gun.

Yeah, so how was your weekend?

Swag

Started today with a little diddy that really helps me get going in the right direction...

I fumbled around with my hair and face, and NASCAR'd it to work. 

Since next week is Spring Break, a bunch of people preparing to take time off. That means a bunch of people are bringing me a ton of work.

At first I was all

But then I was like

Besides, we get off at 4 today. So what's the point?

I'll have plenty of time next week to get stuff done while everyone else is enjoying their time off...

Okay, moving on

What's going on this weekend?

We're helping some of our sweet friends who run the High Plains Food Bank Garden with planting tomorrow morning. They just had a baby in February, and her parents were recently in a terrible car accident - so they really need help. 

The majority of the food produced in the Garden goes directly to the Kids Cafe kitchen where it can be prepared in meals at its peak of freshness, and feed kids (and adults, too) all over the panhandle.

You can learn more about The Garden and even sign up to volunteer here.

I also have a skype date with my friend Max - check out her blog. She's a pro. And also hilarious.

have a good weekend. 

okay, bye.

Weighing On Me

Okay, so a little more than three pounds.

My friend Alli is getting married this summer! Since I'm a bridesmaid, I will be wearing a purple, strapless, tight dress. And I'm nervous. Especially because I decided to buy my dress a size down. 

I mean, I can fit into it...if I don't move or breathe.

The weight topic is so frustrating to me. It's being thrown at us from every freaking direction.
Everyone is talking about it. EVERYONE...

EVEN TINY LITTLE GIRLS.

Are you kidding me, Kate Moss? Seriously.

And even though the message has changed a bit, we've just replaced "skinny" with "fit". And yes, I need to take care of my body. But constantly comparing and complaining, even if only to myself, about how unhappy I am that I haven't lost weight is just outright sinful. How disrespectful am I being to my God who created me? To my husband, family and friends that love me? Let's just say it: 

My body is an idol.

 As hard as I try, my body is always on my mind.

If only I was skinny.

If only I was taller.

If only I was prettier.

If only I had a different body.

If only...

So what can I do to change it?

I'm going to keep eating clean and healthy and working out,
because I need to be responsible and take care of my body.

But I'm also going to keep praying that God rip this idol from me, whatever it takes.

I am desperate to destroy this consuming idol.

 

How awful it is to worship my body - to worship the idea of being skinny or fit
or whatever word I want to use to make myself feel better about the fact that
I'm worshiping something or someone other than my God.

It's not going to happen overnight. I'm going to slip up. I'm probably going to feel guilty
when I grab Taco Villa on a busy night instead of cooking dinner at home. 

But I'm going to remind myself that I am free in Christ, and I don't have to be a slave to my body. 

I hope you'll join me. 

  

"I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well."

Psalm 139:14