So I decided I'm ready for the next phase?

'ello!

Okay, first of all. Every time I hear the word "phase" I think of the three years that I spent in braces. Phase 1 and Phase 2. I had some messed up teeth, so these phases may (or may not) have repeated at least twice. 

Anyway, not that my braces are interesting or this post will be either, but that's not the phase I am thinking about. This idea or concept has probably been brewing for awhile now, but I feel like I am ready for the next step of life of being on my own. My first year of college, I was always counting down the days until I could go home and see my family again. I was like that at the beginning of this year a little too, but lately I have definitely not felt that "need" to go home. With a month long Christmas break approaching, I can't say I'm crazy excited to be home for a whole month. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my family to pieces. I am still excited to see them and can't wait to laugh and share stories with them. It's just that I feel like I am ready to let go of the rope that ties me to them. I am ready to be on my own. In an essence, I am since I'm a college student. 

Another thing that may be adding to this feeling is my desire to get out of this one room dorm room. I can't complain too much, I don't mind living here. It has a lot of perks, but I live in one room and share a bathroom with 50 other girls. My kitchen table is my bed or my desk. Privacy is non-existent. I just want a TV and a couch. That last part sounds a little crazy, I know.

Also, since this little enlightening, I really want to go on a mission trip. I'm also thinking about this summer, and I just wanna do something that is awesome. Something that's more empowering than working at a donut shop. Just some ideas... 

But what do I know? A crazy little college girl with no income can't just do whatever she wants. 

They'd call that girl Loco Cocoa. I'm gonna pray about it, and if anyone reads this: can you say a quick prayer for me too?

Love, 

LHDK

So I decided that Sunday is like a day of love?

HEY.

There's something about Sundays. I kinda like 'em. 

Aside from the fact that it's the day before the dreaded Monday, Sundays always seem to be a day full of love, like Valentine's Day only not quite as awful?

I love going to church on Sundays.

I thought today's service was absolutely wonderful. Inspiring songs and an impacting message make for a great hour and a half. I love the church that I go to here on campus. I get so much more out of it than I do from my church back home. 

I love family. 

Back before this whole college thing, my mom's side of the family used to have Family Game Nights on Sundays. I always think of Sundays as the day for family, for spending time together and relaxing. I long for those days back, but I know it's possible that those are gone (at least for awhile.) I hope that when I have my own kids, perhaps we could have the whole family gathering on Sundays again. I FaceTimed my family tonight though, just to say hey.

I love love. 

This may not be a regular Sunday thing, but today I've really noticed other people's love for each other. One obvious one was that one of my friends posted a song on Facebook that her fiance wrote for her titled "Love, Love, Love." It was adorable and so cute to hear him express his lasting love for her. Another love thing was today in church, the speaker was telling a story about his parents' marriage and how they always struggled. About 7 years ago, they found out that his mother was cheating on his dad. But instead of ending their marriage and calling it quits, it has made their marriage so much better. I think it is so awesome to see a couple be that committed to each other and take those vows that they made seriously. I think it such an inspiration and proof that you can do that. That's what I want. When I make that vow, that's gonna be it. 

I just have a memory of Sundays that might be why I like them, I don't know. 

Before my brother was born and my parents were still married, sometimes on the way home from church, we would go to Burger King and get our lunch. We would go through the drive-thru and then my mom would let me hold the bag. I was allowed to eat one fry on the way home/ Let's be honest, I snuck a few fries. Sometimes they would be really hot so I would hold the fry out the window to cool it down. I laugh thinking about my long haired, chubby cheeked self dangling a fry out the window of the backseat of our silver Intrepid. Good times, good times. 

Happy Sunday!

Love,

LHDK