I GET TO GO FISHING!!!

I am so pumped that I get to go fishing. My Dad, brother and myself are going on friday or saturday...or maybe both. We actually get to go in a boat to...but we have to paddle out. I have to get my boating license because my Dad doesn't want to get it and I think just the thought of taking a course and writing and exam makes my brothers head hurt.
Anyways, I absolutely love to fish...(but I don't touch the fish or the bait...yuck.) So my mom says "you sure are a fisherman..." (much sarcasim added) Oh well, who cares. But there is just something about feeling a tug on your line and the struggle to bring in the fish. The last couple of years I have mainly caught Rainbow Trout. They are quite the fighters. Then there are the perch which you don't even know that you have a fish but you bring in your line to cast it out somewhere else and you got this little one pounder on your line. Jack fish like to turn and turn and turn in hopes of breaking the line. And I think I've only caught one Waleye and so I don't really remember what they are like. Where we are going though, there are supposed to be a lot of Waleye.
I'm sure I'll get a rockin' tan too if the sun is out...which is what I'm a little miffed about. So I improved my room significantly and then the sun didn't show up on saturday. Somehow that plan just wasn't fair. I am not finishing my room unil I get a day of sun that i can tan...but really it improved a lot.

The Dreaded Room Cleaning

I'm so busy....but I'm not busy at all. How can this be? I think one benefit has been getting rid of the internet at my house for a while so that I can re-focus and re-group on what is really important...and it is definitely not all those stupid video games that you have to line up three of the same things and then they disappear. Unfortunately I get way to addicted to those.

I find myself lately going into my room to clean it. It's such a disorganized mess. I have papers and clean and dirty clothes and bills and just everything laying everywhere...but ask me where something is and I'll probably know exactly where it is. So...I go into my room, take one look around and think (sometimes say out loud) I can't do this. I either leave my room or lay down and read a book. Well this is going to come to a stop. See Saturday is supposed to be really nice outside and I really want to tan. But I am putting my foot down and saying that I can't tan unless if I clean my room AHHHHHH! What have I done! So tonight I am going to tackle the challenge. And what a challenge it is.
Feel free to keep me accountable...I actually ask you of it.
I will no longer be lazy and procrastinate on this issue.

I've been book tagged

I've been book tagged by Carebear

Total books I've ever owned:
I have no clue. My guess would be around 200 or so. I've books on a shelf, books in boxes, and books that I think my mom leant to my cousins.

Last book I bought:
I have to go check... Captivating:unveiling the mystery of a woman's soul, by John and Stasi Eldredge. And A love worth giving by Max Lucado. I have been reading Captivating and really like it, but have not yet started A love worth giving. I have too many books on the go.

Last book I read: (and actually finished reading)
It's not about me by Max Lucado. Very good book and a quick read. I enjoy all of Max Lucado's books.

6 Books that meant a lot to me:

Hinds' Feet on High Places by Hannah Hurnard. A classic. "An allegory dramatizing the journey each of us must take before we can live in 'High Places.'"

Sophie's Hear by Lori Wick. Just a very well written novel that's a tear jerker. Note to others: Don't read when your mom goes away for the weekend and you are very attached to her...causes even more tears. Hehe

Night Come Swiftly bye P.B. Willson (Bunny Wilson)
A book set in the slavery times in the States. I love reading about slavery and how the people lived. It's something that is very dear to my heart and touches me deeply.

Just Like Jesus by Max Lucado. very Helpful and is how I want to live.

Re-Entry: Making the Transition from missions to the life at home by Peter Jordan. So very helpful. It was still hard with reading the book so I can only imagine it would have been ten times worse if I hadn't read the book. I recommend it to anyone who does a missions trip and then comes home. We have so many expectations and hopes that just come crashing down and this helps you to stabilize and realize that most of it won't happen.

Master Potter by Jill Austin. Not done reading the first one but very much like Hind's Feet (as in allegory) very well done and interesting...Lani would agree I'm sure. (that's how I heard about them)
I don't think I'll tag anyone cuz I don't think i know anyone who is left to tag.

To be Real

As most of you know, when I came back from my awesome adventure I was plopped back into singedom. Wow, what a shock and how many lessons have I learned. First, I think I was a little more than slightly co-dependant, but that's not really what I want to talk about, but also still very much a part of the reason that I'm in the place I'm in. "We" used to do things with other couples. People that I very much enjoyed doing things with, and some of which I don't have very much to do with now. I actually didn't do that much without "him." The friendships that I did make on my own, and managed to keep somehow (not deserving them at all) have been very supportive and ones that i cherish. But with one of them being gone and the other blessed with a wonderful family, we get together about as often as possible, but being back in singledom I find that it's not often enough.
And so to be real...lastnight I had the opportunity to hang out with a bunch of wonderful young adults. Because of God and His divine planning the power went out and instead of playing trivial pursuit 90's version we had the opportunity to sing and share out hearts. We had a chance to open up and be real. I shared how there are people that I want to get to know but I find it a huge struggle to phone them up and go for coffee. Because when we're out for coffee it's like....ok, now what do we talk about. I think some of this has to do with my comfort zone, but this is something that I just don't like doing.
There's no point in looking back, but some of these people I feel that I could have developed friendships with if I was still dating and then take things from there.
And so God I need your help. I'm crying out for friends. Friends that I can go out and have fun with and learn from. Friendships that we can build into eachothers lives. Lord help me to be more real and to know it's ok to be in an awkward spot. Not my will but Yours be done.

There are so many people in our church that have awesome husbands that I so look up to and someday look forward to having one exactly like them in my life. Brothers who make me laugh, and who seem to be able to read me. All these men I think about, when they look at me it's like they have compassion, they see my hurt and feel for me. So I want to recognize these men and bless them so much and let them know I am so thankful for wonderful brothers like these.
Brothers of Honor
Darcy
Kelly
Joe
Chris
Andrew
Kevin
Wayne

And so I have fooled myself

All these years I knew that my name meant ships port, but I thought that a ships port was the same as a lighthouse. So here I have told people that my name means lighthouse, truly thinking that this is what it means. I believe that God has called me to be a lighthouse, and maybe part of the reason was in me calling that into my destiny. So in making this blog I decided to check what ships port means, and it was in this that I discovered the above.

I am blessed to find that my name means ships port, or harbour. God has called me to be a lighthouse, but He has also called me to be a harbour. A harbour is "a place of refuge and comfort and security." Wow, this calls for some digging deeper which I am so looking forward to.
Thank you Jesus!

Chelsea

Trying to find my wings

I feel much like a baby bird these days. Like I have just recently been born and found out so much more about myself from My trip to Hawaii and Brazil. I grew so much and had the time of my life. I got home and it was as if I just got pushed out of my nest. Everything that I was used to and loved was no longer there. I so was not ready to fly. So God swooped me up and is constantly trying to get me to fly. He gives me time, but in my opinion not nearly enough time.

I feel like a freaking yo-yo. Ask me where I'm at and I'll have to ask you what I told you the last time we talked. I'm constantly changing my mind and feeling like I don't have any clear discernment on what I should do with my life or with certain relationships or day to day things like buying a car. I believe God is using this for a time of humbling for me. But it's also getting to the point that I don't want to say anything until I know that I know that I know what God is saying.

I feel as though the spirit of depression is really trying to attack me. I WILL NOT RECEIVE IT IN THE NAME OF JESUS!

So, what does a person do when their life gets turned upside down. This is something that I am trying to figure out. Clinging to God is about all I can do.

Chelsea