late nighter.

For whatever reason, I can't go to sleep before 2:00am. And even then...there are a few times where I'm not even tired at 2. Insomnia? I used to think so, but that's not it. I'm restless --- 24/7. Not sure why, really. Just am.

My parents used to tell me that, "Nothing good can happen after midnight." Through recent experiences, I've discovered that midnight and later is when all the "good" begins. They've obviously been lying to me for years or just wish to keep me from the real fun that exists late into the night. (and occasionally early morning)

Anyway. With that said, I had a wonderful night the other night with a few friends downtown. Nothing was open. But I've never had so much fun just walking around, shivering in the cold, looking at the Christmas lights, store windows, encountering homeless bums (interesting conversations that I will never forget came out of that) and just being surrounded by friends that were also being easily entertained...enjoying my company while I was enjoying theirs.

Needless to say, I have fun after midnight.

HIS,
katelyn

random spurts.

I need certain friends.
To be surrounded by people with common interests.
Be surrounded by laughter.
Prayer.
Forgiveness.
Tough Love.
Honest conversation.

..i'm sick of honesty that's flakey and not honest at all. that'd be called a lie, i guess.

i will no longer be working at the daycare after Christmas.


I'll be a nanny for these cute twins, Elle & Wills...
















They are the brother and sister of my dear friend, Brad...






















Pretty amazing how God has me one place and then has me working another in just a matter of a few months. I've already begun to see the reasons WHY He had me working at the daycare (aside from the fact that I love children...) and I can't wait to see how God will use me in this nannying position.


Tis' the season.

new hole.

on the road again.

crazy how life is. an ex of mine came into town friday night & we met up and caught up on life and remembered old times...and ironically...it wasn't weird. it was interesting, it was enjoyable actually. i liked seeing how God works and in talking and visiting with him, i saw how great God is and why things went the way they did.

ended up...my ex rode down to Grayson Kentucky with me and a friend from work. that was something all in itself. he and i hadn't hung out for about 2 years. i just find it all in the category of W E I R D! but seriously, an enjoyable weekend with all my Grayson friends. i feel alive most of the time when i'm with all of them. i met some wonderful people, had wonderful conversations and got even more excited about school next fall. Lord willing.

HIS,
katelyn

Thank you God for: your love that will never abandon me.

hook.

"aaarrrrgg!"

halloween parties have begun.
i love having an excuse to play dress up.
i have nothing intellegent to say.
therefore, goodnight.

day uno.

writer's block has plagued me for about a year now. i don't write. i only have people. but all of them keep moving away or leaving the country for missions. guess it's a good thing. i need something to jumpstart in my brain so i have an alternate means to retain my sanity.

as much as i hate to admit it (even to myself), i'm a very dependent person. i need something to lean on when i wear myself out from all my commitments. i need to sing. i need to write. i need to create. i need people. i need to love. i need something to pour myself into when the rest of the world is wearing me thin. all these things are wonderful, but i think they are becoming a crutch.

i like starting over. i'm starting over...again.

puzzle.

"katelyn, no boys fit you...why? because each one only fits a part of you (which is good but doesn't do it), and no one fits the whole of you. we'll end up spinsters of our own free will." -amy


thank You God for: insightful friends

HIS,
katelyn

fall.

the seasons are changing & i'm changing with them. 

eh, lame.

old blessings.

my oldest, dearest friend. there is always a little extra joy in my life when she comes for a visit.

home-grown.

i'll be traveling down some old dirt roads, and venturing back home.
Grayson, Kentucky...where i once spent my little girl days...

old friends, camping, cliff jumping, sharing in much needed conversations over coffee, sitting on the front porch playing guitar, truely being a kentucky girl and not wearing shoes, taking photographs of every little adventure & i'll make memories all while i'll be remembering the old.

home is where the heart is.

define christian, pleaase.

It saddens me that people in general have lost sight of what God is. [me included-on a daily basis] That Christians parade around preaching at people without compassion and love behind it. I'm sure most would agree that if you're not speaking in love, you're as good as wrong. Nothing you say is going to be heard anyway.

Gossip and lust and debauchery and pride and hatred and judgement seem to be written on the hearts of everyone that surrounds me. I don't exclude myself, I'm as guilty as the rest. The sad part about most of these individuals is that these faults are not accompanied by remorse, or love, or compassion, or any real knowing of God. Just bitterness and jealousy and drama.

And I'm sure that 99.9% of the people reading this have no idea why I'm going on this rant, but they all can connect. There's probably not one that doesn't understand. That's a problem.

I'm disappointed today. And everybody that disappointed me probably isn't going to read this. And if they do, they'll probably just mutter something about me being "holier than thou" and be done with it. But it sure makes me wonder for a split second where all the good in the world is hiding.

But certain people don't let me forget. It's in the hearts of all of us, speaking ever so softly. It's in our prayers. It's in every attempt we make at being upright, despite how many times we fall. It's in the faith we have despite ourselves and those around us, for the sake of One who's faithful and bigger than all our failures. It's in everything we're not, it's in God, and our submission to Him.