jenbush thinks . . .

. . . that a quiet night in a comfy chair listening to God’s creation can be quite magical.
. . . that writing can be very therapeutic, very cathartic.
. . . that wine is certainly not a cure-all, but it’s a darn good band-aid.
. . . that my Bible is my favorite read.
. . . that having 2 big brown dogs to sleep with every night are the very best stuffed animals- and quite comforting to have around, especially when you’re a single girl.
. . . a picture is worth at LEAST a thousand words.
. . . that maybe love lost isn’t better than having never loved at all.
. . . that family is not limited to blood relatives alone.
. . . that listening to a 6 year old sing “Hosanna in the highest” on the way home is WAY better than anything I could hear on a CD or the radio any day of the week.
. . . that I have the best parents in the world, and I’m SO glad I have the relationship I do with them.
. . . that God’s miracles and provisions are often overlooked.
. . . that there are way too many cool inventions to name . . . but a few off the top of my head are fine-tip Sharpies, flat screen TVs, Blackberrys, email, digital camera (and their resulting paraphenalia), internet, ceiling fans, sushi, motorcycles, running shoes and sports bras.
. . . that she could write a note every day on different stationery. . . and not run out for 14 months. (An estimate.)
. . . that her friends are WAY too good for her.
. . . that apartment and condo living are highly underrated.
. . . that moms should have 2 hours added to their day and single moms/dads should have an extra 4.
. . . that any day at the beach, under any weather condition, is better than the most perfect day at home.
. . . that she might just have a little problem with her temper. . .
. . . that her father might be the wisest, Godliest man she’s ever known, and he got that from his mother, who was the wisest and Godliest woman she ever knew.
. . . that puppy breath and horses smell fantastic.
. . . that there are few things better than children’s laughter (sweet, sleeping children not withstanding), a cup of Primavera coffee, Sunday mornings with David Platt and 2000 other people, a great pair of heels, and driving with the windows down, sunroof back and music blaring.
. . . that giving is SO much better than receiving.
. . . that she is constantly having to fight going to back to get into her soft, comfy bed.
. . . that he’s out there, right? Somewhere?
. . . that cigarettes are pretty much the most disgusting, worthless consumer product out there.

And what about you . . . what do you think?