...walking on water...

if you come across it, see it.
this film was shot by a guy in our small group, and we went to see a showing of it at church last night.

this is a great illustration of "child-like faith"
and it definitely makes you want to get out and see more of the world.

song o' the day: AWAKENING...switchfoot

...costa rica...

I AM GOING!!!

may 31-june 7,
tickets booked.
a celebration trip for the davis family.
thanks to my new sister-in-law whit for finishing college!


song o'the day: LEAVING ON A JET PLANE...janis joplin

...rustic rooster...

our loaned-to-us kitchen table was repoed. so we went in search of a new one.
on our quest, i stumbled upon something i've been looking for...

new inspiration.
a little store on PCH in encinitas.
the rustic rooster.


drew and i just bought a new table...well really an old table. all of rustic rooster's furniture is old [real!] wood, repainted, and distressed to look old again. i fell in love with an aqua picnic table but it was really, really old and i decided that it just wouldn't fit in our kitchen. so we went with a little black number [surprise, surprise] that will work wonderfully.

heaven, i'm in heaven.

song o' the day: MOTIVATION...this holiday life

...flashback...

10 Things I Hate About You

One of the best soundtracks ever.
Reminds me of freshman year of PLNU.
Makes me sad that Heath Ledger died.

best quote of the movie:
Bianca: Can we for two seconds ignore the fact that you're severely unhinged and discuss my need for a night of teenage normalcy?
Walter Stratford: What's normal? Those damn Dawson's River kids, sleeping in each other's beds and whatnot?

song o' the day: YOUR WINTER...sister hazel

..um where do you check "my movie got jacked!"...

the next movie on our netflix que was "bridge to terabithia" and i was looking forward to this being dropped in our mailbox. the story was one of my favorites as a child...i think it was the first book that made me cry. either that or "where the red fern grows"...i can't remember which i read first.

but, we only received the side of the envelope marked OPEN, which means that there was no movie, which means that somebody jacked our movie! either that or the post office ate it and kindly dropped off its remains.

this was the only drama of the day...not bad for a thursday.

song o' the day: GO TELL THE PEOPLE...dr john

...my husband is cooler than i thought...

right now the music of cat power is drifting over from the guest room where drew is superglued to the itunes store. after hearing "sea of love" on the juno soundtrack, he is obsessing over cat power's new "jukebox" album.
it's a sweet victory proving to him that some of today's artists are actually making worthwhile music.
still, the coolest thing about my husband is that he genuinely loves the old stuff...and not to be some hipster either...he loves it just because he loves it. and while every so often it'd be nice to rock out in the living room to a little jimmy eat world or something corporate with drew, i have to appreciate the fact that he is who he is...isn't that what every indie kid this side of kansas city is striving to be?

song o' the night: SEA OF LOVE...cat power

...child-like...

so on my last trip home to colorado my mom made me go through a box of old books. and among a couple of "original" works by yours truly ["goober's bad day" & "all about dogs"], i found an old hardback that took me back to my white iron twin bed where i spent hours poring over the book's contents. i had found my "doubleday illustrated children's bible".

many times over the years when i've struggled to feel the Lord's presence or even just read my bible, i have thought about this book. when i was a child i thought like a child, and yet i'm pretty sure i understood more about my relationship with the Lord as a 6 & 7 year old than i do now. it wasn't clouded by theology, experience, and old age. it was simple. and while simple isn't always better, simple is certainly less risky to wrap your heart around.

for the time being, i've gone back to reading my children's bible. i want to recapture the awe and reverance that i felt as a little jordyn...full of desire to know this God who time and time again has proven his faithfulness to generation after generation...

song o' the day: DEAREST...buddy holly

...simple pleasures...

*bright spots in the day*

...going home for literally ten minutes during my lunch break...just to give drew a kiss...


...getting an email from the girls at my new job...inviting me to a little "girl time" get-together...

...getting out of the shower and not doing my hair...only to be complimented on my "pretty hair" at work...

...banana cream pudding...

song o' the day: AT THE STARS...better than ezra

...a million adventures not yet begun...

It's amazing the effort it takes to begin a blog.

First, I began a search for the perfect picture...one that would encompass all the hopes and dreams, thoughts and emotions of past, present, and future - all the things that make up the "perfect" blog. I mean, if I'm going to put the time into picking out the colors and fonts, the template and the title, I better have a pretty good visual.


But I didn't find the perfect picture. What I did uncover today as I sifted through my iPhoto library was memory upon memory, feeling upon feeling, and insecurity upon insecurity, along with every joyful moment, weird moment, funny moment, and desperate moment that's been captured on film these past few years. The post-college years span single life, engaged life, married life, sad life, and happy life.

Up to this point, "grateful" isn't the first word I would use to describe myself. And yet, I know that in order to truly be content I must truly be grateful for the things that I have. So I look through all my photos...and I am grateful that I have such quality people in my life who have shared their hearts and souls with me. I am grateful that I have parents who have invested years of their lives into my well being. I am grateful to have traveled to Africa and Spain and Jamaica. I am grateful that I got to work at an amazing church with amazing youth and amazing leaders. I am grateful to have a husband who sticks by me through my two year old tantrums and my late night hyperactivity. And I am grateful for the little things, like tealights and cherries juice glasses and my "j" mug from Anthropologie...little things that make a big difference.

I've come to recognize that I'm more comfortable to dwell on the things gone awry and the experiences not actually lived more than I am to reflect on the beauty of my life as I know it - the blessings, the accomplishments and the overall good. I used to think of this as merely "maturity" and "growth" but see it today more for what it is - the fear of living a full life. What would it be like to live a full life? What if I learned to ignore my fears, unmet expectations, and insecurities and instead learned to embrace the good, the unknown, and the relationships that I have? There are a million adventures to be had...

Well, two hours later, I think I'm ready to publish my first post. See? I told you it takes a lot of effort...

song o' the day: GONE AWAY FROM ME...ray lamontagne