Wishlist

Except… I’m not so sure if
even Santa and his jolly midget elves can contrive my wishlist in their
enchanted little toy sweat shop to bag up my desires to drop down the
chimney. NOOoo COOKIES FOR YOU SANTA.

I don’t care if this sounds like my miss america
plea for a crown and lots of free lipstick…call it cheesy, but this
is my heart felt ‘wishlist’ (per se) in light of my upcoming trip:

-I desire to know God better /// and be known by God

-A voice of boldness to say it like it is (thats called truth kids)

-The discipline to be quiet /// that is shutting noise.computer.phone.tv.music oFFF

-Radical living in my $$$ /// generosity to give the shirt off my back, not just the shotty shirts in the goodwill pile

-Forgetting what I want for myself…ouch

-Confidence in my identity /// care-less of the world’s approval

-Shedding cultural pressures

-I hope to see such great things that the only explanation can be God, and live to tell about it

-A sharp man, on a similar track (hey a girl can wish, right?)

I don’t think any of these things will shoot my eye out Ralphie.

 

cheerrsss! now off to eat as much puppy chow, no bake cookies, and panera as possible before I leave the country for 5 months