I'm just crackers about cheese

1. Pick 20 of your favorite movies.

2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.

3. Post them here for everyone to guess.

4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.

5. NO GOOGLING or using IMDb search or other search functions. DON'T CHEAT!


1.  I made a promise, Mr. Frodo.  A promise.  "Don't you leave him, Samwise Gamgee."  And I don't mean to.  I don't mean to.

2.  And though I'll think of you, I guess, until the day I die, I think I miss you less and less as every day goes by, Johanna...

3.  Rapunzel?  Did I ever tell you I've got a thing for brunettes?

4.  "Gesundheit."
"That's the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me!"

5.  The peasant!  At the diner!  ...He didn't pay his check.

6.  I want adventure in the great wide somewhere! I want it more than I can tell!  And for once it might be grand to have someone understand - I want so much more than they've got planned...

7.  Um...you...you fight good.

8.  Oh well.  What's a royal ball?  After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and boring, and completely...completely wonderful.

9.  So long...pardner.

10.  "You read my diary?"
"At first I did not know it was your diary, I thought it was a very sad, handwritten book."

11.  "How do I look?"
"Like a new mom.  Scared shitless."

12.  "So what do you recommend to encourage affection?"
"Dancing.  Even if one's partner is barely tolerable."

13.  I do not envy you the headache you will have when you awaken.  But for now, sleep, and dream of large women.

14.  You have no soul, Henslowe, so how can you understand the emptiness that seeks a soulmate?

15.  Up where the smoke is all billowed and curled, 'tween pavement and stars is the chimney sweep's world.  Where there's hardly no day, nor hardly no night.  There's things half in shadows, and halfway in light.  On the rooftops of London - coo - what a sight!

16.  Well, because he thought it was good sport.  Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money.  They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with.  Some men just want to watch the world burn.

17.  "William's just turned down Anna Scott."
"You daft prick."

18. "What are you doing? Get up! You can't sit there! GET UP! "
"Why not? It's a chair."
"No, that. It is not a chair. T-that... that is Saint Edward's chair."
"People have carved their names on it."
"That... chair... is the seat on which every king and queen has... That is the Stone of - you ah-are trivializing everything. You trivialize..."
"It's held in place by a large rock. I don't care about how many royal arseholes have sat in this chair."
"Listen to me. LISTEN TO ME!"
"Listen to you? By what right?"
"By divine right if you must, I am your king."
"No you're not, you told me so yourself. You didn't want it. Why should I waste my time listening?"
"Because I have a right to be heard. I have a voice!"
"...Yes, you do. You have such perseverance Bertie, you're the bravest man I know."

19.  If we went to a Halloween party dressed as Batman and Robin, I'd go as Robin.  That's how much you mean to me.

20.  Harry, you are so loved.  Mama loves you.  Daddy loves you.  Harry, be safe.  Be strong.


Well, there you have it.  Twenty of my favorite movies.  Now I want to watch ALL of them again...

a chair is still a chair, even when there's no one sitting there

If God created all things, then it is reasonable to say that our chief reason for being is to glorify Him and enjoy Him forever.

How am I supposed to enjoy Someone who is doing things I don't understand and that are causing me pain?  How am I supposed to enjoy Someone who keeps telling me things I don't want to hear, especially when I think things ought to be different?

As vast and powerful as are the forces of nature, God controls them.  As mighty as some individuals or governments may seem, God rules them.

So why doesn't God change that person's heart?  Why doesn't God allow the circumstances of this person's life to change?  Why doesn't He do what I have been begging Him to do for months?

"With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years is like a day" ~1 Peter 3:8

I've been waiting what feels like a thousand years, and I think I'm being asked to wait a thousand more.  Do I trust God enough to do that?  Do I find enough satisfaction in God alone, and His overwhelming, unending, absolutely amazing love for me, that I can humbly say, "Yes, Lord, I'll keep waiting"?  And maybe even mean it?

Are you convinced that God Himself carried out this great work [the creation of the world]?  Have you begun to realize that He placed you within His world for His high purpose?  How does this change your thoughts and plans for your life?  To what are you dedicating your days and years?

1.  I've only been taught this since I was a baby.  Yes, of course I am convinced.  I've seen enough of the world to know it could never have been created any other way.  I've climbed mountains in Colorado, run through fields of wildflowers in England, walked along the beaches of Santa Domingo, even when I was at the top of the Empire State Building in New York City - I know God is the Creator and Redeemer of this amazing world in which I live.
2.  Another fact I've known for many years.  And I know a few general purposes He has for my life: to bring Him glory, to tell others about Him, to minister in some way in a church setting, to teach in some form of school setting.  How on earth did He choose me?  How did He notice me among the rest of His creation?  And what does He have in store for me??  The best years of my life are underway, and I don't want to waste them.  I don't want HIM to waste them.  What am I thinking??
3.  I know my life is His, to do with what He wants.  BUT WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME??  HOW LONG DOES HE WANT ME TO WAIT??  WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO IN THE MEANTIME?
4.  I don't quite know right now.  I'm searching for a ministry, I'm working on being able to teach, and I'm wondering if I will ever be able to have the family I've always dreamed of having.  And whether I'll have to wait ten more years for that to happen.  I think right now, whether it's a good thing or not, I'm dedicating most of my time to waiting...

The first result of receiving Jesus is that light reveals the former darkness.  Jesus, the spiritual light, separeates from darkness.  A new way of life, of thinking and acting in the light, then begins.  Have you received Jesus into your life?  Are you suddenly able to see what you could not understand or appreciate before?  What do you plan to do today concerning your emotions, mind, or actions as this light reveals the truth about God and about you?

Jesus has been Lord of my life since I was eight years old, but I still struggle daily to let Him do His work.  I'm pretty sure He doesn't know that my way is better.  My way is much more efficient, much quicker, and will save so many people SO much pain - particularly ME.  My way is only fair, and quite frankly, I'm a little insulted that He hasn't seemed to grasp just how well it will work and how much time and emotion and energy it will save if we just DID IT MY WAY FOR ONCE!!!  Sigh.  I have already done this, over and over again, but I plan to pray that God will help my unbelief.  Mark 9:24 has been my prayer for months.  "I DO believe - help my unbelief!"  I am still in darkness about why I am still waiting.  Lord Jesus, let my heart submit to whatever it is that You're doing.  I will do whatever You want, it doesn't matter.  I'll do it.  I will.  I don't understand why You keep telling me to wait, and wait, and wait, and You don't tell me anything else, and You allow people to make what I am sure are the wrong decisions.  How am I supposed to help him, and him, and him, and her, and her, and her, and them?  How am I supposed to do this?  Help me, Lord Jesus - help my unbelief.

Now that light and life have come through God's Word, will you enter with Him into a new day, separated from the former empty life and completely reoriented to His beautiful purpose?

His purpose is beautiful.  My life in Him is beautiful.  The rest of the life I have yet to live in Him will also be beautiful.  "He has made everything beautiful in its time." ~Ecclesiastes 3:11 
When will my time come?
What am I waiting for?

My heart, being deceitful above all things and desperately sick (Jeremiah 17:9), wants to continue bemoaning the endless waiting I am enduring, and the pain that accompanies.  But my heart is also a temple of the Holy Spirit, and He is leaving this verse on my mind:

"But I do not account my life of any value nor as precious to myself, if only I may finish my course and the ministry that I receieved from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God."  ~Acts 20:24, ESV

^That is my prayer.  Nothing else will cure this pain.  Nothing else will make any difference of any kind.  Nothing else will ever matter.  No one else will ever matter.  Not like that verse does.

maybe you'll be lonesome too

One of my favorite things lately is the concept of "brutal honesty."  Let's face it - without honesty, I am a failure.  Forget the moral implications of dishonesty.  Not being brutally honest with others led me into a pit.  Complete and utter darkness.  Dishonesty was, essentially, what broke me.  Lying to others about what I was doing, feeling, thinking - that was the most foolish thing I've ever done.  I still shake my head at myself when I remember how I lied to my best friend's face.  She asked me how school was going, how my grades were, and I smiled and nodded and said, "Everything is fine."  When I was actually screaming on the inside, desperate, but too scared to do anything to help myself.  My friend was throwing me a lifeline, and I was too afraid to take it.  If I had only been honest with her - who knows what might have happened.

And now for some brutal honesty.  Here it is.  This might shock you all - brace yourselves! - but I am fairly certain that I want to be married more than anything else in the world.

There.  I said it.

I suppose this really isn't particularly brutal honesty.  I like to think I'm not the only person in the world who feels this way, for one thing.  And for another, I've said this before.  This isn't some huge, outrageous confession I'm making.  My friends have known this about me for quite some time.  I'm sure that most people would assume it about any 24-year-old woman who has spent her entire life single and continues to do so. 

I have always known that my perpetual singleness was a blessing, an absolute gift, from God.  I knew that if He had allowed the boy(s) I liked to pursue me, I would have regretted it later.  I would have regretted the relationships I so desperately coveted at the time.  Yes, coveted.  Everyone else around me was (and still is, to this day!) in a relationship of sorts, or if they weren't, it didn't matter to them.  Not like it did to me.  What was wrong with me?  Why did none of the guys I knew ever seem to think I was girlfriend material? 

I suppose if they had, or if I had had slightly more conservative parents, I might have taken the whole "purity ring" approach to things.  I always knew I was going to remain a virgin until my wedding night.  That was, and has always been, the route I've chosen for myself.  No one in my circle of friends has ever thought it was weird.  It was the route all my friends chose for themselves too, back in the day.  Losing your virginity would have been unthinkable.  It was so unthinkable, in fact, that I imagine that's why we never bothered with purity rings.  We didn't need them.  We knew we would be virgins until marriage.  There was never any other way.

And I always wondered when I would meet him.  The boy who would actually see me in a way that none of the other boys ever seemed to.  The boy who would actually do something about his feelings for me.  The boy who had the guts to pursue me.  Fellas, I realize it's a terrifying thing, pursuing a girl.  If you ask her out, she might say no.  OUCH.  But the other option is far more terrifying: she might say yes.  And then what do you do??  I know it's scary, either way it goes.  And I've been waiting nearly 24 years for that guy, whoever he is, to screw up the courage and just freaking ask me out already.

I'm not done waiting for him.  And I've realized something else...

I may always be waiting for him.

If I never marry, I will go to my grave waiting for him.  My husband.  I will spend my entire life waiting for my husband, even if he never comes.  That's just the way it's going to be.

But something else I've realized...

I'm not waiting for my life to begin. 

I'm not waiting for God to come through for me.

I'm not waiting for God's promise of abundant life.

Because I already have that.  I already have my Beloved.  I already have the joy of Christ, the salvation of His blood, the forgiveness from my sin, the grace and peace and eternal life He promises.  I have His blessing, I am His treasured child, an heir with Christ.  I am not waiting for Him to bless me with my idea of abundant life in Him. 

I already have it.

Yes, I am waiting for someone, and I am not pleased that I have been told time and time again that I must wait, and keep waiting, and keep waiting, and wait some more.  If I had a nickel for every time I've pleaded with God to change that answer, I could probably buy a month's worth of groceries.  If I had a dime for every tear I've shed because of how much this endless waiting hurts, I could probably just buy out the grocery store.  Just tonight, writing this entry, I have wept.  I have wept because I am so tired of waiting, and there is no guarantee I'll ever stop.  I have accepted the fact that I may wait for my husband for the rest of my life - and he may never show up.

But I'm determined I'll submit.  I have told God, as I grit my teeth to bear the pain, that I would do whatever He asked of me.  I believe in His total, utter and complete goodness.  I believe in His infinite wisdom, the fact that He knows my heart, which is desperately sick and deceitful, better than I ever will.  I believe in His ability to provide, and I also believe that He is all I will ever need.  I don't need a husband.  I don't need children.  I don't need anything, except that which I already have: abundant life in Christ. 

This obedience and submission sucks.  It really does.  (More brutal honesty.)  It hurts so much.  I would love nothing more than for the waiting to stop, for my idea of abundant life to begin.  I almost wish God would apologize to me for putting me through all this pain and making me wait so long and never really rewarding me for my absolutely unending patience.  Really, I have been a saint through all this.  Isn't it time I got what I want for once??

He isn't a tame Lion.

I am to submit.  He knows.  He knows our weaknesses and our limitations.  He bore those same things Himself when He was human.  He knows how much my fragile, desperately wicked heart can handle.  He knows how I can best bring glory to Him - as a wife and a mother, or just as a daughter, a sister, a cousin, a niece, a granddaughter, a friend, a teacher, a mentor.  He knows.  And on top of everything that He knows - He loves!  Oh, how He loves us so!

And if our God is for us, then who could ever stop us?  And if our God is with us, then what could stand against?

What could stand against?

I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way

Oh, the sweet simplicity of genuine transparency!

Is the grass really greener on the other side?
Never know until I see it with my own eyes

Repentance must be real
Sorrow, sorrow must be great
Heartache must be felt
For these worldly chains to break


Thank you once again to Ashley Jones for summing up my exact feelings right now.  Oh, the sweet simplicity of genuine transparency!  To be real with someone, to say what needs to be said...and the feelings that come when you realize you didn't say everything that needed to be said, you don't understand the answers given, that that transparency is actually translucency, which on second thought will not do.

Is the grass really greener on the other side?  I will never know until I see it with my own eyes.  And I can't see well enough through the translucency.  I can see something, but I can't tell what yet.  I need to know, and I need to see it with my own eyes.

Heartache must be felt for these worldly chains to break.  Brokenness.  Something I know very well, yet when I think of all the ways I could have been broken, I feel like I barely have a scratch on me.  Other people experience more heartache in their lives than I could ever stand.  Other people could live through multiple experiences, the least of which could absolutely crush my soul, kill my spirit, wound me beyond repair.  Heartache must be felt for these worldly chains to break.  My heart aches right now.  I'm tired, I'm so tired, and not just because it's nearly two in the morning.  Not just because I haven't slept well in weeks.  My heart is so full.  There is too much on my mind.  I can't bear it.  I can't bear it. 

²⁸ Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. ²⁹ Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. ³⁰ For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”  ~Matthew 11:28-30, ESV

I know what I've agreed to.  I know what I've said, I know what I've promised.  And I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I'm where I'm supposed to be, accomplishing what I need to accomplish.  I know!  I'm sure of it! 

I just can't help longing for the sweet simplicity of genuine transparency.

I wonder when I will ever see the other side with my own eyes.

I wonder when these worldly chains will break.