Caught Up In the Storm

This evening I took my dog for a walk. The sky was cloudy - it had been cloudy all day. The wind was blowing a little - it had been blowing all day. It was the perfect temperature to sneak in a quick walk before dinner...or so I thought.

About a mile and a half from my house, I felt a drop. No big deal I thought to myself I'll just pick up my pace a little and make it home before it starts to rain any harder. If you live in Athens, you know what happens next. It started POURING.

Before "the bottom fell out" (as we say down here in the south), I had been listening to the song Run Wild by For King and Country. God and I were having a chat as the following lines were ringing through my head:

You haven't started dreaming cause you're still fast asleep...

But don't you want to 

Run wild, live free

Love strong, you and me

You're a lion full of power who forgot how to roar

You're an eagle full of beauty but you can't seem to soar...

I heard the Lord ask me Megan, are you ready to run wild? I was like Sure. Yeah. Whatever that means. It was at that point that it started pouring, and I ducked behind a tree just as about 200 leaves started flying towards my face. 

At that point I decided that I was going to run as fast as I could back to my house. My dog had other ideas. We made it about .05 miles before she decided she wasn't having this whole running thing, especially not in the rain. I was already drenched, and the rain wasn't relenting. In fact, it was coming down in torrents. The wind had picked up. 

So now I had about a mile to go...to walk. It was at that point I realized I had the opportunity to make that mile miserable or fun. So I decided to opt for the fun option.

I slowed my roll, petted MJ on the head, and turned up my music. It was GLORIOUS. Y'all, I had an encounter with the Creator of this universe while in the middle of the street splashing through puddles and being drenched to the bone.

Let me tell you. I got some weird looks. Some dude even pointed at me from his porch. He was probably confused. And had I been him, I would have been too. I looked like a little kid stomping through puddles and wading through the rivers in the street, all while having this cheesy grin on my face. 

I finally made it back to my house (in case anyone was wondering), and I was full of joy and life. It was a beautiful thing I had just experienced, all because I decided to not be defined by the situation or the people around me.

I think that's a life lesson I can carry on through many more storms.

Megan

A Fresh Touch

Yesterday's encounter with God cannot sustain us for today. We are constantly and consistently in need of a fresh touch. 

I feel like I could end this post there - those two sentences basically say all that I want to say in this post. And if you've experienced this, you know it to be true. We can't live our lives focused on what has happened and what we once experienced that one time - whether it be yesterday or two years ago. Sure, those experiences matter. They matter a lot. They sustain us for the moment and help propel us forward. But they can't be all.

Forward. That's just it. Those times aren't meant for us to enjoy the moment and then do nothing; Yes, granted, there are some times when you just need to sit in the presence of God, but even in those times, there is change occurring whether you realize it or not. When you spend time with someone, you begin to become more like them. So, in this case, it's a transformation into Christlikeness.

Let's look at Acts 4:31. "After they prayed, the place where they were meeting was shaken. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and spoke the word of God boldly."

A lot of people when they go to Acts to talk about the Holy Spirit, they turn to Acts 2 for the story of the day of Pentecost. But I can't help to keep reading the story of the early church past that. And when you keep reading, you realize that God keeps pouring Himself out on the believers and filling them with the Holy Spirit. It's not just a one time thing for those there in the upper room on the day of Pentecost. No, the believers pray, and God shows up in power.

Something else to note is that after they are filled, there is action that is carried out by them. They move forward in the ministry and proclaim boldly the name of Jesus. 

As we go about our lives, our situations change: We undergo new experiences, we meet new people, and we experience different emotions. They're often referred to as the ups and downs of life. There's only one thing that's constant in the midst of everything, and that is God Himself.

Why wouldn't we want to experience more of Him?

There's a song that has the lyrics, "You're never gonna leave me dry, no, You don't, no, You don't, no, You don't / You're always willing, my cup you'll be filling..." A lot of people like to compare the outpouring of the goodness and the love and the joy of the Lord to the filling of and overflow of a cup. I think that this is a helpful image in itself for what our minds are able to grasp, but even an overflowing cup has its limits. God doesn't. There is no end and no beginning and no restraint to the outpouring of His Spirit.

God is willing and able to not only give gifts to His kids but also to release His Spirit in a fresh, new way. 


Megan

You Can't Steer A Parked Car

So that means you have to move. Maybe you go without a destination in mind. And that invokes trust. Trust for a path, a way to get to somewhere you know you're going to eventually end up.

This was my life last Thursday. I had the day off, so naturally I can't just sit at home and twiddle my thumbs. I'm also currently taking part in the 52 hike challenge where you commit to do at least 1 hike per week. Cue attempt to find somewhere to go hiking. I sat at 2 Story on Wednesday before Wesley and compiled a pretty long list of hikes within a 2 hour radius of Athens. Here were the problems: (1) It was supposed to rain. (2) I wasn't feeling any of them.

I told a couple of people my predicament and they all said the same thing. Just get in your car and drive. Now, this wouldn't be my first time doing that. Usually I do so with kind of an idea of a direction or destination in mind, but this would literately be me aimlessly driving around looking for somewhere to go hiking.

I thought about it some more and decided I would just pick somewhere on the list, even if I didn't really want to go there that day. I would take the easy way out. God had a little chat with me. He basically told me that if I couldn't trust him in something that small, how do I think I'm going to trust Him in the bigger things that I'm asking for in my life right now? Wow. Thanks for the slap in the face. 

Thursday comes. I still have it somewhere in the back of my mind that I'm just going to pick somewhere off the list when it was made very clear to me the night before that was not what would be best for my day. So I did it. I walked to my car at 9:45am and pulled out. 

Destination: I have no idea.

And that bothered the heck out of me. Those of you who know me know that I am a planner. The fact that I hadn't planned a single thing for the day drove me nuts. So I put on some worship music to try and chill out my stressed out mind that was trying to plan my turns and my next moves. And that's when my day of learning began.

God won't allow you to waste your life away by going in circles.
I got on the loop. I decided I would keep driving on the loop until I literately heard where He wanted me to turn off. The thought of "What if I keep driving around in circles on the loop all day?" plagued my mind. It was then I decided that if I hadn't found anywhere by 12 noon, I was packing the whole thing up and heading back home. That's when one of the exits just stood out to me, so I took it.

He has his ways of helping keep His kids from going wrong down roads. 
I drove for about 30 minutes or so down that road when I decided it was time to switch it up. I was getting bored of being on the same road and not finding any destination. I told myself that I would take the next turn that came up. I saw a sign for an exit looming in the distance and became excited. I got to the point where I was about to turn when I was blocked by two large orange and white signs that read "Road Closed." Guess I was going to be on that road a little longer...

There's always grace, even when we don't deserve it.
About 15 minutes later, I passed a road I knew I was supposed to turn on to. Yeah, I could have made a u-turn but I didn't because in my mind, the road didn't look like it lead anywhere. And more importantly in the moment, it didn't look like it lead anywhere I wanted to go. I was just going to play it safe for the time being. 30 minutes later, I came across that same road again. Turns out, if I had taken it, it would have taken me half of the time. But I guess I wouldn't have learned that lesson.

Sometimes you have to make decisions in a moment that lacks clarity.  
The road I was on suddenly came to an end and I was forced to go either left or right. And in that moment, I didn't feel anything. I had no idea what to do, so I made an impulse decision (because I had to...either that or pull over or turn around). I went right. It wasn't 5 minutes down the road that I saw a sign for Athens. I was backtracking. I promptly turned the car around and began heading in the direction that I would have gone had I turned left. All was right again, but in that moment, I was a little confused.

You don't have to discover something great to be a success. 
This came out of a side convo God and I had on the road, not anything specific that happened. I was concerned with if I was going to even make it anywhere that day and that's what he told me. I feel like our generation has a mindset that if we don't see a result or find something amazing almost immediately, we get discouraged. We might try something else or give up all together. But that's not at all how we've been called to live. We've already been given all we need. We live under open heavens with the kingdom at our fingertips, and it's time we start acting like it. Me included.

Sometimes it's about the journey and not the destination.
This ties into what I said above. I wasn't even sure at this point if I was even going to find somewhere. As of then, it was just me, God, my music, and the road. And that should have been more than enough for me, but I was still anxious about finding somewhere to stop before noon. 

It's 11:45 and somehow I ended up somewhere north of Atlanta. At that instant I think about Kennesaw Mountain. I've always wanted to go there and climb up, but I never wanted to go through Atlanta to get there. I decided to plug it in my phone's GPS just to humor my thoughts. It says I'll be there in 18 minutes, so I thought "Hey, why not?" I literately told God at that point that if that thought wasn't from him or if He had something different for me to just say no, and I would keep driving. 

12:00 noon. I pull into the parking lot for the Kennesaw Mountain trail. Could I myself have orchestrated better timing. Nope. Not at all. I had a mini moment of being genuinely impressed before I got out of my car and headed to the trail with a multitude of other hikers. 

Humankind is beautiful.
People have stories that they are burning to share with others, and when it comes down to it, we're all the same. I had the chance to meet some pretty unique and cool people up on the mountain. From a group of Mormans to a lady with a 5 month old Aussie and 2 kids to a guy and his girlfriend from Ohio, I had all the time in the world up there to just be. 

It's ok to not be able to see the whole picture.
Thursday was cloudy. I knew it was going to be. It was also supposed to rain (it didn't until later that night). Cloudiness meant I had limited sight, and I couldn't see the line of the mountains in the distance. But that was ok, because in the moment, I was learning to be content with where I was on the journey with what I had. Now don't get me wrong, I'll probably venture back again on a clear day to take in the full view, but even today's limited sight range view was one for the books. 

Happy endings don't always come from comfortable paths.
Sometimes a path is hard, but other times, it may be obvious.This goes as my overall take-away from today. From the journey I took to get there to the actual hike to get up the mountain, it was definitely a trust-building exercise for me.

Last Thursday, I learned about myself and I learned about my God. Looking back, I wouldn't have changed anything about the journey and I can see how each little thing tied together to make my whole day. 

Such is life.



Megan

A Culture of Comparison

Look to your left. Now look to your right. Isn't that what we do anyway? 

Who has the better house? Who has the better car? Who has the more well behaved kids? Who has more money? Who has the better life? We scroll through FaceBook and Instagram and Twitter like our lives depend on it. We rush to find the newest trends and to post our recent purchase, to tweet about our awesome lunch we just had with the best people in the world, to tell the world that - we promise - we are always having the time of our lives. 

I'm guilty of it too. And sometimes I wonder who I'm trying to convince...and no, I'm not saying that posting a picture of good coffee with great fiends is a sin. In fact, go for it! But be careful. Be honest with yourself while you're waiting for it to finish uploading, that this is only a fraction of your life. Nobody's entire life looks like a photo collage of coffee dates, engagements, babies, and birthdays. You've probably heard it at least 1,000 times now - social media only displays our life highlights: the parts we want others to see. But even still, it contributes to this culture of today - a culture of comparison.

Comparison is a thief of joy. It robs of true identity. It tells us that we're not good enough and we never will be.

By definition, comparison is the act or instance of estimating, measuring, or noting, the similarity or dissimilarity between. One of the synonyms given is "differentiate." Now, if you've read my last blog post, you know that I'm a fan of relationships and a in love with community. Maybe it's just me, but I feel like differentiation is not the way to go about building a community. It actually sounds pretty ineffective to me.

This culture of comparison isn't something that just sprung up overnight or with the dawn of social media. No, it's most definitely been around since the fall of man. Ever heard of Cain and Abel? Social media has helped to enhance it in the sense that we are now more aware of what people are doing almost every second of their lives, but it wasn't the cause for comparison.

What makes me curious is what it is inside of us that drives us to compare ourselves to one another and what we see around us. Is it the drive we have to fit in -  to be like everyone else and not stand out? Is it far of somehow falling behind? Is it being afraid that we don't measure up? Because if that's the case, then let me go ahead and put this out there: we're all different. We've been uniquely, beautifully, and wonderfully made to be different. In Psalm 139:13-14 David proclaims, "For you created my inmost being; / you knit me together in my mother's womb. / I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; / your works are wonderful, / I know that full well." His works are wonderful and flawless, and you are His handiwork. 

We've been designed to be ourselves and no one else. And when we start to compare our lives to the lives of those around us, we start missing out on life. We're not living fully any more.


Megan

Why Were We Created?

Imagine a perfect world. The oceans, the trees, the animals - no sin. Yes, the Garden of Eden. Now add humans to the picture. Throw in some free will, temptation, and sin, and that picture takes a turn from its previous perfection.

This past week, I was approached by someone who began to ask me questions about the Bible: about creation, about who I thought Jesus to be, about Jesus' second coming, and much more. I had answers. Some of the answers came in the moment from the Holy Spirit, and for that I'm grateful (and amazed because that's the first time I've experienced something like that).

One of the questions she asked me that particularly stood out to me was the question that is the title of this bog post:

Why were we created?

I'm sure this is a question that you yourself have probably asked at some point in your life. But you and she are not the first people to ask this question. In Psalm 8:3-5, even David questions "When I consider your heavens, / the work of your fingers, / the moon and the stars, / which you have set in place, / what is mankind that you are mindful of them, / human beings that you care for them? / You have made them a little lower than the angels / and crowned them with glory and honor." 

She gave some context by stating that this question is even more valid if I believe that God is all-knowing and in complete control. He knew before he created humans that we would mess up - that we would fall - but still, He created us and gave us free will on top of that. (I'll have to touch on free will a little later because that's a whole other topic within itself.) She also told me later that she had asked this question as a trick. But enough with that - what was the answer that I gave? 

It was one word. One word that I expanded upon, but one word that can hold its own weight. One word that God spent an entire year teaching me about. One word that means so much more to me know than it did when I began my college years at the University of Georgia. One word that caused me to look at the world around me a little differently. One word that is linked to a little yellow flower and a powerful revelation.

Relationship.

That's why we were created - for relationship with Him: Him as our Father and us as His kids. He Himself is the epitome of relationship: a triune God of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, living in a state of constant community. 

One thing that a lot of people believe, regarding this question, is that we were created to glorify Him. Yes, we are made in His image. Yes, He is enthroned on the praises of His people. But before He created humans, he had hundreds of thousands of angels in Heaven whose sole job and purpose was and is to glorify Him and sing His praises. So, to put it very bluntly - He didn't need us. He wanted us.

We were created out of His immense and vast love. So much so that He came down to Earth to bridge the gap between God and man that we ourselves created in the first place. 

And while we're alive, we not only have the wonderful opportunity for relationship with our Creator, but we also should embrace relationship with fellow creation. We are unique and have been designed by love Himself - in His image. We should take full advantage of the chance that we have been given.

We should. But what keeps us from doing it? For me, if I'm being honest, it's fear. I'd like to think that I'm not afraid of anything - that I have the ability to do anything. But that statement just isn't true in myself. But, there's hope, because perfect love casts out all fear. And if we were created in love by love Himself, then I think it's valid to say that there is no fear when we are fully in Him. I think another thing that may keep us from pursuing relationship is comparison. I'm going to talk about this is another later post entitled, "The Culture of Comparison," but for now, know that it's real, and it's a huge issue in society today. Social anxiety (could maybe be grouped under fear but) is another hindrance to relationship. And the list could go on and on.

But if we focus on the reasons why we can't do something or on why we feel we aren't adequate in something, we're missing it. Sure, it's important to acknowledge issues and problems in situations, but what's more important is to fix our eyes. If we set our eyes on perfect love and remember why we were created, nothing else will matter.

A Week Without Facebook

As some of you may or may not know, I recently did away with Facebook for a week. Each day, I documented what it was like, and I wanted to share it with you.

The overall thing that I learned from doing this was that Facebook had become something like an addiction for me. I kid you not...I actually experienced withdrawals somewhat reminiscent of a time when I gave up caffeine for a while.

I would have posted this last week, but I actually didn't finish until last Thursday, so it made since to hold off the post until today. 

The idea for this came about actually a couple of weeks before I decided it was time to actually do it. To be honest, it took me a couple of weeks for me to admit it was something I needed to do. Facebook was becoming and had become a large component of my life. It sucked away minutes, hours, who knows how long...so without further ado, here are my daily recordings:

Day 1: Thursday

This morning I announced on Facebook that I was peacing out for a while. I was surprised when multiple people throughout the day actually asked me why I was "peacing out." The thing that I noticed the most today was how many times I pulled out my phone to try and open an app that was no longer there. I hadn't really realized how much I would pull it up, scroll for a few minutes, and close it - on the bus, in class, walking through campus...The second thing I noticed today was that I felt a little lost when I tried pulling out my phone to register for an event they needed a head count for, only to remember that I had deleted my app. So instead, I just told someone personally that I was coming...yeah, surprising but that was an option too haha. I must admit, Facebook does, however, make it so convenient for event planning, so I guess there are some positive aspects to it. I'm excited for this next week.

Day 2: Friday

Today was hard. I had a lot of free time, and spent the afternoon/evening at a coffee shop with my laptop out. The amount of times I went to type "facebook.com" in my search bar was a little ridiculous. And the sad thing was that I would just open my browser and it was like a natural response...I guess Facebook is in my subconscious or something. Also, I went to a party tonight. The fact that I couldn't post pictures was somewhat devastating to me. And to be honest, I'm sort of bothered by how much it bothered me. We'll see about tomorrow.

Day 3: Saturday
I worked from 7-4 today, so I wouldn't have a lot of time for Facebook anyway, right? Wrong. I'm given a 30 minute break for every 4 hours I work. Amount of time on break I usually spend on Facebook: probably 25 of those 30 minutes. Well, today I couldn't do that, so I focused on having some real, live conversations with the people around me. Weird, right? (*sarcasm*kind of...) It also made me realize how much other people are on their phones. Another random fact: I feel like I've been checking my email a lot more than usual too. Maybe it's something to do with that feeling of wanting to be needed...idk...I'll stop playing psychologist now. The second part of my day that was most impacted was when I got back home from work. I would usually sit down in front of a computer and browse the web. This browsing generally consists of one page. You guessed it: Facebook. Today, however, I took my dog for a walk out in the beautiful weather. Generally, I'll look up from my laptop and wish I had spent what was left of my afternoon outside, and today, I had no regrets. And I went to bed early - what!?

Day 4: Sunday
I worked again today, but only 11-4 - yay sleep! Again, I struggled a little during break to not reach for my phone to press on an app that wasn't there. I was a lot more social and more involved in conversations where I would usually have just gone, set down, and scrolled through Facebook for break time. After work, I took my dog for another walk, cooked dinner, and sat down to watch a movie. I started to do that thing again several times where I would type the letter "f" into the search bar before realizing what I was doing. I intend on going to bed early again tonight. Twice in a row!? Maybe I'll actually feel rested this week - especially if it's like last night. Usually if I try and go to bed early, I'll actually end up laying in bed on my phone before realizing how long its been. 

Day 5: Monday
The first challenge was the bus. The second challenge was class. The third challenge was that hour break I have between all three of my classes on Monday and Wednesday that I usually spend scrolling through Facebook. I took my dog for a walk again today when I got home, instead of sitting down in front of the computer and scrolling mindlessly through posts. 

Day 6: Tuesday
Day 6? What? Today was weird. I didn't really have the desire or impulse to pull up Facebook, even in class. I did find myself creeping on other people who were on Facebook, though...I think it really is the pictures I miss most to be honest. I also hope I'm not missing out on any events and stuff. I think I've learned how valuable social media can be to keep up-to-date and informed, but I've also learned how I need to balance my time and not be so addicted to it.

Day 7: Wednesday - The Finale
And here's my last day. As of tonight, I have officially made it exactly one week without logging onto my Facebook page. I'm actually sort of impressed with myself. I didn't know if I would cave in half-way through or not. Honestly, I've learned a lot through doing this challenge. I've learned more about the value of time and how addicting something like social media can become in someone's life - particularly mine. I've learned over this past week how not to look at value in the number of likes on a status or picture. I would challenge everyone to do this (if, for nothing else, to prove just how addicting Facebook can be).  JABFOBAONF


Now get ready for the barrage of cow pictures! :)

Megan

An Udderly Awesome Weekend

Hey guys - it's been a couple of weeks! (Don't worry, I survived the tornado that was running rampage through Athens this morning when some sirens decided to wake me up.) 

I thought about trying to get a post in last week, but...midterms and all-nighters happened, so I decided to wait until this week so I would have some time to put something down that's a little longer and more heartfelt. 

In case you didn't know, I spent this past weekend down in the bumbling city of Perry, GA. Sometimes it was hard to find my way amidst all the skyscrapers (*sarcasm*). My reason for going was due to two things: (1) the GA National Fair and (2) this certain Holstein named Sonya. Some of you reading this might know that Sonya is on of the heifers at the UGA Dairy that I have been working to halter break for this show since earlier this semester.

The Dairy Show Team loaded up and headed to Perry this past Thursday. I personally had never actually shown a dairy cow before, let alone ever been to the GA State Fair, so both of these things were completely new experiences for me. On the Wednesday before, we had already met to do some of the main body clipping of our heifers to save time. At the time, I really didn't understand, but looking back, that was a huge time saver for Friday. 

On Thursday, we unloaded, got the heifers settled in, got our display up, and waited for the nightly fireworks and then the heifers to bed down for the night before we headed to the most fancy hotel I have ever stayed at - the Perry Ramada. Honestly, it wasn't bad, but that first night we did have some homeboys and half of the furniture from their room chillin' outside the room beside us. Precedent set haha. Oh, and by the way, Bob makes some beast BBQ.

We were at the barn feeding Friday morning at 7am. After feeding and watering the heifers, those of us with white heifers started bath time. The feet were the hardest part to clean, but an hour later, after three baths with shampoo and one bath with the whitening shampoo, I finally was happy. I came back to begin what (I didn't know at the time) would be one of the most daunting and challenging tasks I've undertaken in a while: finishing clipping my heifer. First of all, I'm slightly OCD, so when I couldn't get something looking perfect, I would get slightly annoyed. Second of all, I honestly had NO clue what I was doing. I knew what I wanted the finished product, so to speak, to be, but I had no real idea where to start or how to get there. Legs. Face. Topline. Tail. Belly. Sounds easy, right? Wrong. 

Two or three hours later, I finally finished. I got some help in cleaning up my heifer's face and topline, but I was proud of what took me so long to complete. I would get so frustrated at times and honestly just wanted someone else to do it because I couldn't get it to look perfect, but in the end, I'm glad I did it. 

The rest of the day was full of others doing the same thing for the heifers, me helping where needed, cow cuddles, and talking to the people who came by. We had Dominoes for dinner, and I was introduced to a new love (jalapeno and bacon cheesy bread). We waited for the nightly 11pm fireworks again and headed out. Laila and I stopped by Walmart to pick up items from our extensive grocery list - super glue, ice cream, and gushers. Priorities in life.

Saturday. 9am was show time, so after we got to the barn, we fed, spot washed the heifers, and quickly got to working on finishing touches for toplines and whatnot. And then it was time to change into white pants, shiny belts, and official looking shirts. Not gonna lie, I was pretty excited. We were being ranked strictly based off of conformation, so we didn't place in the top, but I was really happy with how she showed in the ring. I was able to keep her feet under her and her back straight the whole time, so I was pretty proud of myself. My madre and sister were even able to come see my first and last (maybe?) show! I got to go have lunch with them and walk around the fair a little. 

For the rest of the afternoon, I hung out in the cow barn until we went to watch some of the draft horse show and then went to Applebee's for dinner. Half of the other cow people were there...I was looking around like "I know them, and them, and them..." It was a good change from fried stuff for a meal. We made it back for the fireworks, let the heifers bed down, and went back to the hotel for the night. We made the genius decision to watch an episode of Criminal Minds in our room before going to bed, but I definitely fell asleep at the most climatic moment of the show...oh, well.

Laila, Emily, and I didn't get to show on Sunday since they were the Junior shows, but we helped out with stuff, watched our teammates (and took so many pictures), and were able to start packing up our section while the others were showing. We still had time to interact a great deal with the public and answer a lot of questions. 

Some of my favorite myths to debunk included things like cows are mean, cows will bite, cows will go out of their way to kick humans, cows just start making milk on their own, and the like. After everyone finished showing, we loaded up the trailer with our stuff first and then our heifers and made the drive back to the Classic City. After unloading at the dairy, we called it a night around 7:30pm.

The mornings were early, and the days were long, but the weekend was one of the most fun times I've had. It was a completely different experience for me. I had plenty of cow cuddling time, drank lots of free chocolate milk, and ate some nice and greasy fair food. Also, I LOVED being able to take what I've learned in the classroom for the past couple of years "to the streets," if you will and being able to share my passion with the public. 

This was such a great experience; often times, people will comment on how much time of my semester that this has taken up, but I wouldn't have traded it for anything!  I took way to many pictures this weekend too, so if you're friends with me on Facebook, go check some of them out! I'll put a few on here for kicks and giggles.

Megan