Almost can be good enough.

I finally did it!  My room is on its way to having a visible floor again!  This might not sound like a big accomplishment, but considering that I arrived home from university on December 16th and my suitcase has been sitting open and full on my floor since then... well, I think some kind of award is in order.  Speeeeech. "I'd like to thank..." My mom should probably get all the credit.  I could live in a mess like that for a lot longer if I knew that she didn't care.  It's kind of the way my brain likes things sometimes.  Organized chaos.  It's a beautiful thing.

Anyways, my day was almost the best day ever because I almost reunited with my long lost love: Treadmill.  Ah, but I said almost.  I diligently brought my socks and my iPod to the treadmill (where my shoes have been sitting since I came home for the holidays).  I even put my sports bra on (the truest sign of committment) but alas, while eating my open-faced chicken breast-pesto and mozzarella with spinach-sandwich I noticed Celine Dion on Oprah... CELINE DION... (did you know that she's been on that show 27 times?!) and one sandwich turned into half a bag of chips and a few handfuls of Nibs and by that time my mom had stolen my moment and was walking on the treadmill.  I was defenseless. 

How did that happen?! 

Perhaps tomorrow will be the day.  It better be, because I'm supposed to run a half marathon on Father's Day and uh...well.. five months is going to sneak by very quickly whether or not I'm ready for it.  The romance between me and Treadmill needs to be rekindled immediately.  Unfortunately work beckons me like a stranger with candy so today is not the day.

Earlier today I read a blog (or something like that) that gets sent to my email.  Unfortunately I don't know how to share the link without allowing my email to be public property so I'll just mention that it was about making lists in our heads for reasons why we can't be loved by God.  We feel that if this, this, and this isn't checked off, we don't make the cut.  That's completely wrong.  Thank goodness God loves us despite our flaws, our misses, our mistakes.  He knew that we could not save ourselves, that we were imperfect and helpless, so he came to die for us.  His love for us has nothing to do with how good we are, but how great he is.  So encouraging!  So if you're feeling a little unloved because maybe you didn't get on the treadmill today, or something like that, please know that you're endlessly loved every single day and it's never based on your performance.