Vlog! One Word - part 2

Happy Monday and welcome back for part two of my One Word vlog series!  This segment is all about my word.

{In case you need to catch up, here's part one.}


One Word - Segment 2 - Alison from Alison Hunt on Vimeo.

Love-love, Alison.

Vlog! One Word - part 1

Last weekend my very dear friend, Stephanie, and I made a vlog for this here blog.  Yes, folks, it's true. We sat down to discuss Mark Batterson's book, Soul Print, and what one word describes each of us.


One Word - Segment 1 - Stephanie from Alison Hunt on Vimeo.

If you had to pick your one word what would it be? Not the word you wish described you, but the word that is who you are right now. Stay tuned for segment 2 and my one word!

ps. this is not a paid review...we're doing this for our own enjoyment.
Also, if you're reading this in a feed reader, there is a video embedded in this post.

love-love!

Every Circumstance

I over-process just about everything.

I think about past conversations and future ones too. I think about the impact today will have on tomorrow. I think about the words others choose to use, or not use, with me.

Am I too much; am I not enough? {Paradoxical, I know.}

I'm calculated and controlled in the worst way possible...in the sharing of my emotions and feelings with those I love the most. I hardly say what really matters and cover it up with facts and events. I can talk about my day, but not about how my day made me feel.

I wish my people would just ask me "What do I mean to you? How do you feel about me?" because maybe then I would have the courage. But, what faith and trust does that take?  {And, yes, I really call them 'my people'...I'm possessive, what can I say?}

I guard my life with my "goodness" but my life is not my own to guard.

Those thoughts...the ones you just read...that was my Friday morning. Then I read Holley Gerth's blog post for today and was reminded every circumstance is being handled with care by the God who loves me. God's got a plan. I can't be the only one who needed that reminder today, right? Right.

Check out Holley's blog over at http://holley.dayspring.com/.

Photog - I sure do love you deux

As of Late

Lately my heart has been very happy.

Lately I have found affirmation in our silences and in our words.

Lately I have realized I don't miss paper books as much as I thought I would.

Lately my words have been in brush strokes.

Lately I have found joy in thankfulness.

Lately I have been learning what it means to choose love always.

{That Colossians 3:12-17 type of love}

"12 Since God chose you to be the holy people he loves, you must clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. 13 Make allowance for each other’s faults, and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others. 14 Above all, clothe yourselves with love, which binds us all together in perfect harmony. 15 And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body you are called to live in peace. And always be thankful. 16 Let the message about Christ, in all its richness, fill your lives. Teach and counsel each other with all the wisdom he gives. Sing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs to God with thankful hearts. 17 And whatever you do or say, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through him to God the Father."

Photog - Lost Pictures

{Thanks, A CUP of JO}

Photog - 'I sure do love you'

Giggler

I love that I giggle every time someone asks me about my man.

{I might blush to a nice pink too}

Say the word "giggle" outloud.

Weird, right?!

I  ♥ words.

Caged Bird

Caged Bird
by Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

On Living at Home

So, I'm 29 and I've lived at home for the last four years.

I know I'm not the only one in my age bracket in this same situation. Fortunately, my reasons for living at home do not include financial trouble, a habit turned addiction, or sheer laziness.

This is the part where you want to know the real reason, isn't it? The reason from four years ago are vastly different from today. That's all I'm going to say about that.

It's been great, but baby bird is ready to leave the nest. Again. Sometime.