As you may very well know, my camp name is Nala. So when I heard The Lion King was showing in 3D in theater's for 2 weeks, you know I was all over it. I have always loved The Lion King, even since I was a little girl. I even named my favorite doll Nala. It's kinda an obsession.
My roommate, Anna, and I have been patiently waiting for this movie all week! We went to the matinee showing (to save a few bucks -AND we got a student discount-) and stopped at Winco to get some grub. We only ended up paying $8 for a 3D movie; can't beat that!
Looking Ballin in our 3D shades. No shame.
Yes, I am holding a ridiculous amount of Candy. bring it on.
Roomies
Everyday, I'm shufflin'
We pretty much had a blast. We laughed, we cried (Anna did), we sang along, and whispered to ourselves classic lines from the movie. I'm also pretty sure we drove some people around us crazy...and I don't really care. Best. movie. ever.
Every woman longs for a man like Noah. A man who is honest, faithful, and sincere. A man who puts her happiness above his own. Women get together, watch the Notebook and gawk at the love he has for Ally.
He is so sacrificial and giving. He is a hard worker. He doesn't have a lot of money, but he gives and gives for Ally. He redoes a house that him and Ally visited one night and does it all because of his love for her.
"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever."
Every woman deserves to feel the way Ally feels around Noah. Every woman is a treasure, and should be treated as such by their man. The men of this world (especially Christian men) need to step up and fill the roles that are God-given for them to fill.
From Loveology(give it a listen, you won't be disappointed):
Godly men are called to be-
1. A leader (spiritually, physically, emotionally)
2. A lover (patience, love, encouragement, gentleness) Women are like wine glasses, they are valuable.
3. Provider
4. Protector (watch over, take care of and guard the woman) She needs to feel safe and comfortable.
I pray daily for these men. They are called to high standards. As women, we are just waiting to be led, to be a support, and to love and encourage our brothers. We WANT to. We aren't looking for perfection or Prince Charming. We're just looking for you.
"A friend took me to the most amazing place the other day. It's called the Augusteum. Octavian Augustus built it to house his remains. When the barbarians came they trashed it a long with everything else. The great Augustus, Rome's first true great emperor. How could he have imagined that Rome, the whole world as far as he was concerned, would be in ruins. It's one of the quietest, loneliest places in Rome. The city has grown up around it over the centuries. It feels like a precious wound, a heartbreak you won't let go of because it hurts too good. We all want things to stay the same. Settle for living in misery because we're afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins. Then I looked at around to this place, at the chaos it has endured - the way it has been adapted, burned, pillaged and found a way to build itself back up again. And I was reassured, maybe my life hasn't been so chaotic, it's just the world that is, and the real trap is getting attached to any of it. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation."
I was flipping through the channels tonight and my indie favorite, Garden State was on. Without even considering other options, I chose to watch it. :) If you aren't familiar with the film, it's a story of a young man who returns home after a tragedy only to find the place he once knew as home to be nothing as he remembered. The picture above is mine, and so many other people's favorite scene in the movie. Here it is:
"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone.
You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place."-Zach Braff's character, Andrew
I feel this way sometimes. There were points in my life where I had made myself a home outside of the house I grew up in. But now, it seems like I'm searching for something to resemble a home, my heart longs for it, and I've got nothing. I went to a bible study in a home the other night and it felt so refreshing to just BE in a home, a house. With nicely decorated walls, furniture, a clean house. It was beautiful and it felt wonderful.
Going back home (California) isn't really home anymore. And I've just relocated to a new town, a new living location, but I wouldn't call it home, not at all. At some point, every person experiences this in their growing-into-adult life. I feel kinda like my life is a continuous state of temporary things, but I long to just settle down. I long to have a permanent place I live. I long to be done with school, find a church and get involved, start my life and career, and of course, a family. I'm sometimes living in California, sometimes in Oregon, depending on the time of the year. Things around me are always changing, as they always will be, but can things just be for a little bit? I feel uneasy and shaken up. I want to find my place, a place where I belong.
I know God has me here for whatever reason, but WHAT IS IT?! I'm searching for why I'm here, other than for my education. I know God will satisfy my heart, my desires, and my deepest needs, but I don't feel like it. I know He is more than enough for me. But the transition between what I know and what I feel are two completely different things.
I think I should stand on top of a truck in the middle of nowhere, wearing a trash bag, in the rain (which is pretty easy in Oregon), and scream at the top of my lungs.
