It's about time I put something up..

Welp, it’s official, I’m terrible at even keeping up with you guys via blogging. Fantastic. It’s been weeks. Midterms came and went and I just never quite caught up. However I write to you today overwhelmed with joy. The past few weeks have been nothing but one blessing after another. As my heart continues to seek Christ’s daily, I continue to peal back one scale from my eyes at a time. I am overwhelmed by a relentless God, and blatantly obvious loving God at that.

I am happy to report with 7 weeks to go, 2 of my 5 classes have come to an end, both of which I received “B’s’ in. PRAISE THE LORD! With 3 classes remaining and a lighter load, guess who finally found her balance.. THIS GIRL! It’s been so nice! With more down time on my hands I have a lot more friend time! There have been many nights spent battling over catchphrase and a new game called “fishbowl” has become one of our favorites. I’ve been blessed with a solid group of 9 core friends and we always have more coming our way. It makes the games more interesting. ;) Wednesdays find us at “the garland” (a pretty ghetto movie theatre up the street from my house) for lack of a better term. It’s dollar movies are no match for the people watching glory that goes down.

Kristi and Morgan (friends from san Francisco) blessed me with their presence a few weeks ago for 5 days. They must’ve brought the sunshine with them because for the most part it’s been sunny, BEAUTIFUL, and in the 50’s ever since! I got excited over the prospect of going to a “nelly” concert, but that lasted a whole ten seconds when I realized I was three days too late and poor.

I also went to a seminar the other day about abortion put on by a pro life organization. If I haven’t already talked your ear off about it brace yourself, it’s coming. I have yet another element I’m all about adding into the dynamic of my crazy complex yet God given calling. I hope to get it underway in the near future. I would try to type it into words but I’ll be honest, I’d keep you here til next week. With that being said I’ll save the rest for another time. For now, my prayer is that you would seek his help in all things. Even if you don’t believe in him, he believes in you and has a plan for you. Never forget that. I say this with confidence because my life is a living testament of what he can do in a broken person. I love you all dearly and miss you equally. Is it summer yet?!

Here are a few pictures from the girls visit and a few randoms from the past month..

My first blizzard..



Kristi, Zakk, Myself, and Morgan in Idaho for the day. One of my favorite places thus far.


We're a huge fan of the bridges and rivers here.


Just a taste of the sky's i've come to associate Washington with.

And I leave you with my favorite place :)

12 months to victory.

"Day twelve: A picture of something you wish you were better at."


Me and good ole' Johnson are slowly getting to know each other. Never mind the fact he's an old little guy and has a knack for getting out of tune every 6 hours. We're working on it. Just wait, in 12 months I'll be the next Taylor Swift except with more common sense. She's not exactly my favorite person, but her music..well.. i don't hate it. :) But in all seriousness, every year I tell myself this will be the year I learn to dabble in the guitar. This year I've been the most productive thus far. One of my dreams is to one day be able to sit around a campfire and bust out with some old time rock and roll.. that kind of music just soothes my soul. Or a little acoustic. You know, whatever just rolls off my fingertips. Worship music would be the ultimate. So what i'm really saying is meet me at the fire pit at my place 12 months from now.

Currently Listening too:

Eleven minutes after Seven.

"Day eleven: a photo of your evening."



Yes.. it's true. This happened at 12pm. I had a great evening that consisted of many other things, but this was perhaps the only thing notable of my time. I had a great night of catching up with good friends and making sure my homework took care of itself. Sometimes it's quite nice to forget your worries for the day and indulge in your hearts desires. Even if that means consuming way too many carbs at 1am. :)

Currently Listening to:

it's a 10 all across the boards for me!

"Day ten: A picture of the cast from your favorite show."


Self explanatory I'd assume. Man was the 80's my era. If I could I would forever retreat back to the days of kelli, zack, screech, jessie, slaytor, and lisa. What's funny about this is Saved By the Bell was popular before I was even potty trained and 90210 (the first season) was a thing of the future. I can't tell you where my obsession for this little piece of heaven stemmed or why it still remains the only thing I watch on tv, but I can say I'm just thankful being born in 88' still makes me a product of the 80's. Tonight I went out with some friends, it was dollar movie night at the theatre a few blocks up. I found myself wearing an acid washed vest (legitimently from the 80's because I most defiantly picked up that beauty at a thrift store) and a fluorescent pink and purple leopard print scarf. I was absolutely serious. Look on the bright side, at least I get the chance to shake up the California stereotype a bit.

Nine's Divine.

"Day nine: A picture of your most treasured item."



My Grandmother's High School class ring and the promise ring Mom's and Pop's got me for my 18th Birthday are my two most prized possessions. Both I received my senior year of high school, and both i've worn with pride every day since. My Grandmother's ring came to me all the way from Germany while accompanying the greatest woman this country has ever known. A product of the great depression's wrath, this precious ring was one of the few things my grandmother had the pleasure of carrying on into her new life. It found me my senior year of High School on yet another afternoon of rummaging through grandma's closet. It's nothing fancy but is quite honestly the most beautiful piece of jewelry i've ever seen. It's simplicity and history will forever captivate me. It's journeyed through much pain and sorrow as well as comfort and joy. I feel unworthy to wear such a treasure and am overjoyed at the opportunity to carry it on adventures of my own.

My promise ring was given to me for my eighteenth birthday by none other than the mom's and pop's themselves. It's a blue topaz stone in semblance of one of my favorite colors as well as my birth month. The detailing on the ring itself is beautiful and even from side angles, much detail was spent on making it just right and identifiably unique. It's truly just perfect for me. As with my grandmother's ring, I love the fact I get to take this treasure around on all my crazy adventures. Both serve as constant reminder no matter where I go or what I'm doing, there's someone out there praying for me diligently and loving me passionately. They are constant reminders of God's faithfulness, provision, protection, and spirit. I couldn't ask for bigger fans, or a more perfect way keep a piece of them with me. People always joke about the fact I use to be such a jewelry fanatic and now I could care less. I like to think it's because nothing will ever captivate my attention as much as these. I've said it before and i'll say it again, I'm quite a lucky girl.

The Ocho.

"Day eight: a photo of something you enjoy doing."



For those of you who haven't been paying attention to my life these past few years, this picture captures the essence of it quite marvelously. Out of the many things I have come to enjoy throughout my 22 years, perhaps my most highly esteemed are thrifting, blading, shenanigans, photography, and younglife. Truth is I'm a rollerblading FANATIC and a piece of me died when I had to leave them back in cali. My younglife girls loved to tease me about the fact I had two pairs of blades in my trunk at all times and a bag of thrift store 80's gear to clothe an entire army.

On this particular day the lovely ter-bear (Terra) and I had our weekly dateski. Naturally she was completely trusting, but when I dropped her off later that afternoon her mom quickly informed me that earlier when she had asked Terra what we had planned, Terra replied with an excited "I have no idea but it's Jamie so I'm gonna need to borrow your camera. I need proof of whatever it is we do so my friends will actually believe me this time!" I died a little but after her mom made it clear she wasn't the least but concerned, we both turned into proud mommas. Frankly I'm glad she got so much out of our bible studies. ;) Ha!

We went to the thrift store and picked up a few glory items (all under two bucks!) and then dove into my trunk for a day of epic proportions. I took her on this sweet trail I use to run in Folsom and we bladed for three hours! We sang along to our own tune while belting "the man who can't be moved" and discussed how immensely our sweet sweet Jesus loves us. We entertained all who crossed our path but more importantly ourselves. Life was stinkin good! (Not that I'm not just as spoiled now) it's just always a little more colorful with my younglife kids!

After the nostalgia of this post wears off I will find myself studying the final few hours before I embark on taking my first two mid-terms as a Moody Bible student. Prayers up the yang would be fantastic!


Currently Listening to:

seven minutes in heaven.

"Day seven: a photo of something you stand for."





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“The race to be a leader is crowded, but the field is wide open for those willing to be servants.” -Rick Warren