I Want To Remember

Sometimes I forget that this blog started as a way for me to document our lives. It didn't begin to gain followers, or to join link parties. It began for me.

Yes, I love the chance this blog gives me to touch others' lives. To reach into their world through this computer and speak truth // encouragement // all of God's goodness to them.

But when I saw this post over at Under the Sycamore, it inspired me to begin to write down not the inspiring or profound, but the everyday things and habits and normalcy that I want to have with me.

Things I want to remember...

I want to remember how Nate and I have begun to copy this trend...and it ALWAYS makes us laugh. Without fail.

I want to remember how Nate's PB&J Sandwiches are Ah-mazing and mine never seem to live up to his gloriousness. 

I want to remember how when I was going through a super emotional phase, I asked Nate if I needed to shower before going out to which he emphatically responded, "YES." I pretended to be hurt, and in a panic that he actually hurt my feelings he blurted out "Well, um....you're a beautiful flower." And then we both started dying laughing. 

I want to remember how Nate got his "JJ" nickname

I want to remember visiting Grandpa Self in the hospital and saying that he looked like Mother Tersea. He's hilarious. Seriously, could there be two more different people?!? 

I want to remember playing basketball at the YMCA. How Ron is like 70 years old but still has a sweet jumpshot, how Lee will always be a better passer than me, how Marshall always picks me for his team,  and how Jon and I seem to read each others' minds and always try to play together...when Nate linebackered me into the wall and yet I still made that game-winning layup. I want to remember how fun it is to let go and just play the game of basketball.

I want to remember how excited Matt and Brad were to get the first Bibles they would ever own. The joy on their faces as they held God's word in their hands. The eagerness that they now have to scour Scripture and soak up all of it they possibly can.

I want to remember how a month without seeing Lindsey feels like a lifetime. How we meet at Starbucks and are dying to share every single detail of our lives. 

I want to remember Sue at Tri-C. And how blessed and sweet she is.

I want to remember the Pamela light at Mom and Dad's house and Dad, "I can't stop looking at it!!"

I want to remember Skyping with Erin Hawkins and how my heart swells up with pride at how awesome she is...how she is following God's call into ministry. 

I want to remember staying up until 4:30am at the Youth Lock-In and then deciding it would be a great idea to sleep on the concrete floor...then after an hour and a half of laying in pain leaving to try and sleep sitting up in a chair...then after another hour of no sleep, sharing a couch with another grown woman for an hour of smushed yet almost good sleep. Then waking up and realizing every single one of those things should be put on my Murtaugh List. #HIMYM

I want to remember #Goldteam. How it is just the 5 of us and we resemble this one, dysfunctional family. How we have suppers together, and play Golf, and make fun of Kyle =) How we are all running around like chickens trying to sustain all these different campuses, but in the crazy hecticness we have a beautiful shared experience and are seeing God move in awesome ways. I want to remember our original team.

These are my memories. Little things that may slip away as time goes on, but that are adding to my life, and are blessing me in their own ways. I want to hold on to these. 

I want to remember.