Do Dreams Come True?

Anyone who has ever hung out with me knows that I have been planning my wedding for awhile... as most girls do! I believe that every girl has a dream of what there wedding will look like. But of course they do have change these dreams because... it isn't just their wedding or their budget doesn't permit it. But even knowing all this, I still want my dream wedding!

My best friend had a beautiful wedding.She looked great and the Lord gave her a beautiful day! And her sunset wedding on the beach looked really perfect... APPARENTLY! She was very happy with the way everything turned out. But I wasn't! All I could think about was what we should have done differently! And I'm sure if she thought about it long enough she might find some things too. But everyone just keeps reminding me that it wasn't my wedding! THANK GOD!

But what if I feel the same way about my wedding! What if all I'm thinking about is how many of my dreams didn't come true! Especially considering a lot of people keep telling me that they won't! They tell me that I probably won't get my dream wedding! How depressing!!! So I'm hoping that the more I plan now... the greater chance I have of getting it later! Does it work like that? Proably not, eh! Either way... I'm planning.

Psalm 37:4

Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart.

Basta Pasta!!!

I guess after being in a country other then your own for over 2 weeks... you start to notice all the things you don't like about it. As much as I love Italy and enjoyed my vacation... I would definitely not live in Italy. I know I will be visiting very often in my life just because that's where my best friend lives... but that's about as far as it will go. And really there are only 3 reasons I would not live in Italy. I will share then in order of importance... the last being the most important one.

So the first reason is the 5 hour siesta! That literally drove me insane! After waiting forever to finally get to the stores to shop... they are all closed for lunch. I hated walking around the streets window shopping... because every store had their gate down. Even the bars and restaurants were having siesta! How ridiculous is that?!? Why should the people who work in a restaurant go home for lunch!?! Ridiculous!

The second reason is that there is a lot of chat with no action! People would talk for hours and hours about bonbonnieres or organizing rides... only for nothing to be done! No decisions are made... rather just a lot of confusion! At the end of their 3 hour conversations about a minor detail in life... no one knows what they were even talking about! Every conversation needs a note-taker!

And the real reason I could never live in Italy is the food! I'm sorry Italians... but I just can't do it! I can't eat pasta everyday! By the end of my trip I didn't even want to see pasta! And now that I am home... I REALLY don't want to see pasta! I need rice and chicken... and gravy... and spices! And I also don't eat pork... and that's like the only meat they eat there! It was a big challenge for me to find some chicken! And I know that not everyone has the same dietary needs... but I guess this trip really showed me that I am just a good ole West Indian girl... I need rice and chicken!

The Effects of the 3rd Wheel

I guess I should have been a bit more prepared when it happened. But I wasn't. I forgot that I needed to be extra strong because I was at a weak point. After having been the 3rd wheel and the ugly duckling for over 3 weeks... I was definitely at a weak point. No matter how secure and confident you think you might be... these things can really get to you. And I guess my last week in Italy I also wasn't spending enough time with Jesus... another very big opening for a weak moment! And it happened... I fell into the trap. I fell into the arms of some Italian speaking man.
Now before any of you get all excited... it wasn't like that!

He was the waiter at the resort.. who noticed me! Problem number one! After so long of not being noticed at all... I really enjoyed being noticed. As any girl would! And when he would give me pasta... his 'prego' was so softly spoken! I was flattered! And then my silly friends and I wanted to go out one night while at the resort. And I, being the Italian speaking one of the bunch (obviously my gorgeous soon-to-be-married best friend wasn't with us)... I had to go ask the waiter what was going on in the area! And then he offered to take us out! Where's the harm in that?!? Oh! I knew the harm... and I told one of my friends... don't let me get to close to him... I'm having a weak moment! But she isn't one of those protective friends... and the other girl we were was just trying to get married. The whole situation wasn't looking very good.

But I stayed strong... because well, him and I didn't speak the same language very well... my italian and his english were definitely very minimal. And uh... I would never live in Italy... I had already decided that! So there could be no relationship. But then... he made a fire for us on the beach in the middle of the night. And I had never seen so many stars in the sky before. It was so romantic... any girl would fall into the trap! So I cuddled on the beach in Italy with this Italian guy named Carmen!

I can't say that I regret it! It would have been nice if my first beach bonfire was with... my husband! But it was with Carmen... a man I'll never see again.

I just hate having those weak girly moments! When you fall into a trap just because it looks like a movie... and you think life should be like that. But it really shouldn't! And after being alone with a couple for so long... you start to feel like you're missing something too. And then the opportunity arises for a couple moment! But it's fake... and I'm still trying to decide if it was worth it!

Matthew 6:33
But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.