The meaning of life is _______.

I just deleted my 100+ albums on Facebook.  It's a new era. A more professional, more purposed era.  I hope. 

Yes, yes before you flood me with comments that Facebook does in fact still have my photos because I gave up the rights to them when I posted them in the first place.. it's cool, I already knew that.  It's bogus, but I hope they enjoy the multitudes of tongue-sticking-out and crossed-eyed funny faces and high school musical dressing room photos.  Merry Christmas, Facebook.  And yeah, I'm sure I'll post more photos on Facebook-it's so hard not to!-but like I said, purpose.  Fingers crossed.  I'm a photo junkie.

But tonight, as I sat on the living room couch drinking a tall glass of orange juice (a real treat in my house!), I looked down at my leopard print elastic harem-esque-make-me-wanna-be-a-professional-choreographer-pants I decided that today was a big day.  Because today I got an answer.

"What do I doooooooooooooooo?"  has been my theme song (on repeat, dreadfully annoying) since the summer ended. Summer is about working and then trying to get off work early so that you can be in a boat, on the lake, at least in the sun.  And then I had an end of summer vacation to top it all off.  Saved myself some decision making time.  Passed out a few books.  Had a few meaningful conversations.  All good.  But then I came home to my bed and, while I appreciate the way my mother rearranged it so that the sunlight hits it in a certain inspiring way, its still the same ol bed.  The same bed I sleep in before I go to the same job.  Arrggh routine. 

But I've been reading my Bible in the mornings, journaling, jogging, and in some way its so mundane, so everyday life, and yet it's so magnificent!

Melissa, honour God.  Live a life full.  That's precisely what you do.  Focus on Christ and well, if he can orchestrate something like the solar system (orbit and all!), then your future is probably safe.  Soo... from here from this bed, from that job, in these leopard print shimmy shakers, that's my life full. 

I know this is such a tired theme, but I can't help that it keeps recurring because I keep forgetting.  Here's hoping that you're like me.. otherwise you swear you're never coming back here. 

Tomorrow's task: making supreme caramel apples with my momma and a lot of focused prayer time.