Yesterday I painted my furniture white.  My mom, sister, and I went to the thrift store and bought all sorts of jars and vases and lamps and decorations for my house.  We drove through Starbucks.  We bought little chocolates to set out in new dishes on the coffee table.  We listened to good music while deciding just how many decorative pillows are too many decorative pillows.  We talked about Jesus and brokenness and sin and family.  We laughed.  And we cried.

Then they left to go back to Sylacauga.  I came back to my house to sit in my living room with three of my best friends and talk about life.  We shared stories from our summers while I folded t-shirts.  We talked about rush and boys and friendships and food.  And Coldplay played in the background.

Then Natalie and I drove through Sonic and parked at the airport with the windows down.  We talked about what the Lord did this summer and what He is doing today.  We talked about real community.  We talked about the things we discovered about ourselves, both good and bad.

We just shared life.

And then I came home to  my old, quiet house with hardwood floors and white wicker furniture.

And I laid in bed thinking of just how blessed I am.

I lead a very, very charmed life.

And I am so thankful.

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