Chelsea Rose Goes

Loving the loveable, and likeable, is hard enough. I'm called to love the UNloveable. The grumblers, complainers, meanies, bullies, those with the social graces of a fetus, the rude, the awkward-outbursters, the opposing, the hug haters, and the others that if life were a second grade birthday party, you'd beg your mother not to invite them. Some people are not going to be on board with me. They are not going to agree with me. They are flat out not going to like me. I will love them anyway. Jesus loved me enough (BEFORE I EVEN EXISTED) to DIE for me. Homeboy didn't just pass in his sleep to save my soul. HE DIED an excruciating death on a fancified, planked TREE, to save me; to save us; to save a world that is less than thrilled at His Name a good portion of the time. We love because He first loved US (1John 4). During His life, He called us to love AS HE LOVED (John 15) laying His life down for His friends. I want to lay my life down for others. I want the opportunity...

Well Howdy y'all :) I have returned to the Blogger World with a fresh perspective on the whole experience. Hopefully this will be a fun experience for all involved :D I have a realization I would like to share with you all.Please note that sharin this with the world is letting go of a rather personal part of my soul: I discovered recently that i handle "girly daydreaming" in a rather interesting way. I would like to extend this strategy to the world just in case you are lookin for a way to take your thoughts captive. Whenever my mind starts to wander and wonder (on long roadtrips or during "studying" escapades) about a boy, my future career, or life possibilities far removed from my Oklahoma Reality, I send my daydreamin to a WHOLE new level. Instead of letting my heart wander aimlessly in to the pit of false hope, I suddenly transfer to a Harpo Productions sound stage. From that moment on, I am the T. Swifty of tomorrow and Oprah is asking about my inspirati...