I’m quite excited; my book is OFFICIALLY done, and it’s for sale : )
Here’s how you can buy it: Press below.
$5 from each book will be sent to Compassion International: a Christian non-profit that provides aide throughout the world for children. I sponsor a little girl named Nancy in Uganda, and my family sponsors Helen in Ecuador. The organization provides food, schooling, and education (both educational and biblical).
❤
Too bad the Bills suck. A LOT. We got crushed. And it was cold.
The faj.
so I just thought I was taking a pic, but Mormon was PEEING behind the Gatorade!!
to keep warm, mom and I did stair fast feet. Lots of drunk people found that odd...
they can be friends?
Christmas 2011! Can’t believe how fast it came. I’m sitting here now, post-nap, drinking coffee & eating chocolate cake. God Bless America.
What a morning! I promised some excitement yesterday, so here it is:
My family is obsessed with The Amazing Race. And, last year at this time, I was in a treatment center for anorexia. Not the most fun way to spend your Christmas, let me tell you. Anyways, my gifts to my family combined both of those facts.
I started by giving them an Amazing Race riddle. They had to solve it to get their Road Block clue. After completing that, it was on to the Detour. It was “Wrap” or “Rap”- Mom wrapped me with wrapping paper, and Meghan rapped a ridiculous made up song. Eventually, they got to the pitstop, as seen below.
I got Dad a signed book by Apolo Ohno, Mom a shirt, Meghan bright red Nine West heels, and all of them: my book.
I’ve spent the last year writing and editing it; I wrote throughout treatment and after. I wasn’t sure if I wanted it published, but now I DO want to try to contact a publisher.
Here are a few quotes from the book:
“Anorexia shreds every semblance of a life to pieces. The love affair drags its victims over the line separating life and death, leaving them dzaed and empty.”
“Now that I’m being forced to gain weight, I scream for escape. There is no way out; since I let people in on my anorexic secret, my weight is no longer mine. I screwed up, and it’s no longer in my control. This results in jealousy- and an insane sense of unfairness: an unfair reality.”
“I’ve never been the normal college student, nor will I ever be. Now, I’ll deviate even more from the norm: I have to worry about breaking bones as those around me stay up late and worry about their “Human Sex” test tomorrow. Now, if I have to hold back and not participate in events, what do I say? “O, sorry, I have osteoporosis?!'”
“Tonight, we were no longer puppets to calories, manipulated and twisted to meet their demands. Instead we sat tonight connected by a deep, life-shaking disease. But we sat in victory.”
So, soon enough I hope to have a “my book” tab of my blog! Yay. It’s amazing to look back and see how I’ve been healed. Praise God for healing.
And, each year we go to Ellison Park near my house and hang in the winter wonderland! This year I snowshoed… and fell down a hill.
But, a picture is worth a thousand words! MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Ps. I would LOVE if you leave comments! Means someone is actually looking at all this! ❤
the pit stop.
that's ME in the paper...
that's ME in the paper...
jumping out!
"this is my daughter!" love it.
reading my boo.
Meg got me an engraved box (the ring is mine; she didn't propose...)!
new necklace (on my book)
my new dress.
opened his own gift!
It’s almost Christmasss!! ❤ Just a warning..prepare yourselves for my after-Christmas post: let’s just say I have ridiculous gifts for my family that will make great pics.
“And the angel answered her, the Holy Spirit will comes upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born will be called holy- the Son of God.” Luke 2:35
I’m like a kid in a candy store on Christmas. I can’t sleep; I jump on my parents’ bed way too early. I shake with excitement. Yet more than the gifts how astonishing is this: the Son of God came to earth to bridge the gap between my sin and God. He paid the ultimate price for people who only abused Him. And, He shows me His love every day. Now, THAT’S worth more rejoicing than gifts!
Here are a few pics from the last few days, but like I said: get ready for tomorrow’s post!:
Bartender at my fav Rochester restaurant!
peppermint cupcake.
vegan caesar salad
all grown up!
goofs.
hermanas ❤
yummy christmas nuts.
Erin= hand model expert.
I was pretty excited at this word.
so pumped.
who's winning Scrabble? Me.
The Kukla family has a tradition: a homemade birthday cake for Jesus on Christmas Eve. We pray & sing, and it’s one of my favorite traditions. This year, I made a vegan “raspberry blackout” moist chocolate cake with chocolate hazelnut frosting (I kind of just made up the frosting recipe…so we’ll see how it wins a crowd!). Check it out under the “my cooking obsession” tab!
John 4:16: “Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”
Thank God this Christmas for the ULTIMATE gift: righteousness through His son.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Today, I had the jOY of catching up with my high school bffs: Em, Allison, Vicki, and Amanda. After 6 days in bed, it was my first social interaction! Haha. So great to catch up & joke around…it’s like we never left! We just got old…
What girls' night doesn't have nail polish?
and more...
missed my Texas love!
crazy as usual
love them.
i can't have a normal face..
Alz making a gift...
Amanda DECODING the Taylor Swift album! ahhh
he couldn't stay up with us...
LOVE MY GIRLS! Good to be home ❤
I’m sick in bed, but I’m HOME. That always feels nice. The picture below describes my break so far: in bed with “Forgotten God” by Francis Chan (the beauty in the corner is my stuffed animal/partner-in-crime, Abbey). I just finished it. He’s a quote from the book that I adore:
“I don’t want my life to be explainable without the Holy Spirit.I want people to look at my life and know that I couldn’t be doing this by my own power. I want to live in such a way that I am desperate for Him to come through. That if HE doesn’t come through, I am screwed.”
May that be true about my life.
Here are some pics to share a little of my home with you.
i'm not the only tired one...
Can't WAIT to open this Coach box...
tired
Welcome home.
handsome brother.
mom's decorations..
front door
The B-man
cute night light ❤
vegan shortbread
Santie!
kisses.
ok...I like the reflection of my camera..
mi perro
stairway
frightening childhood photo that still haunts me.
candle
ummm COLLEGE GRAD PICS?! WHATTT?!
salt & pepper
And here’s a slideshow of more!
Merry, Merry Christmas.
(I took all these pics besides the Starbucks one. BUT, considering how often I go, I should have just shot a pic…)
Christmas is in 9 days! I can’t believe it; being at school kind of sucks the joy out of the season. BUT, my friend Nathan Gunn, leader of Syracuse Young Life, said something to me two years ago that still hits me this time of year. He said that many years, he wakes up on December 26th, and regretfully realizes: “I missed the real meaning of Christmas, again.”
We get caught up in the materialism and falsely happy songs, but let’s remember what it’s really about:
“She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” Luke 2:7
During the holiday season, families throughout America stick a porcelain doll of a smiling baby Jesus—wrapped in white sheets and laying in a exquisitely- made wood bed—next to their trees. They hope that the figurine will fulfill their duty to remember the “reason for the season.”
Before Jesus came to earth, Jews dreamed of the day their long-awaited Messiah would come. He would ride on clouds, in robes of gold! The whole world would shake in wonder.
Instead, mankind didn’t even have room for Him. He humbled Himself, giving up perfect heaven to enter a sin-ridden world, for us. We didn’t make room for Him at his birth, and we don’t make enough room for Him in our hearts.
Unlike our clean, porcelain Jesus dolls, the stable was dirty; our flawless Savior was born in a dark cave. Jesus, our light, entered our world of darkness. We should not limit God by our expectations; He is humble enough and powerful enough to be at constant work in our sin-darkened world.
Because Christ came to earth, He felt every pain and can sympathize with our every suffering—plus some. Jesus in the manger is our first image of Him, but it should not be our last. He died to save us, and he will come again to bring us home. Don’t leave Him in the manger; let Him be your Lord.
I pray that you’ll glory HIM this Christmas.
Lots of love,
Lindsay ❤
div>I am SO amateur at this whole blog thing, so sorry for the technical difficulties! Scroll down for a quick slide show<3
I had the HONOR of photographing my friends Alexa and Caleb’s wedding, so I wanted to show y’all (shout out to the Texas couple!).
Alexa, you are a beautiful bride and wife. Thank you for being such an amazing friend to me! Caleb, you lucky man ; )
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