God's small graces

I have been worried about money lately. As I think I've stated before, I really suck at managing it. All the things I need to get/do before I go back to CO have been swimming through my mind. One of the (dumb and counterproductive) things I do when I get upset is go shopping. Not going to help when what I'm worried about is money, I know, but I convince myself that if I buy something small it will be okay. Of course, the small things have a way of adding up...like this time, I bought a bunch of makeup. I was shocked when it was totalled up at the register but I really wanted the makeup (one of the idols I've been realizing since the past 2 Sundays' sermons is my appearance) so I bought it. Later, though, I knew I had to take it back, so except for a couple things that I honestly had run out of, I returned it. Once I got back home my mind started going again--"I really do need new mascara, too...I don't need Mary Kay, but I really like it the best...how am I going to get Mary Kay delivered out to the middle of the Rockies...should I even bother spending that much on mascara?" Then my mom walked into my room with a little pink box. "Is this the kind of mascara you wear? A lady at work was giving it away." It WAS the kind of mascara I wear! Exact color and code # and everything. God is so amazing, and I love how He fulfills our little, "trivial" desires as well as the big whopping problems in our lives.

I've been wanting to post this song for Melodic Monday for a while. I heard it on our roadtrip and I thought it was hilarious. It reminds me of myself...although I don't think I'd have the courage to talk to the boy.

Taylor the Latte Boy by Kristin Chenoweth

There's a boy who works at Starbucks
Who is very inspirational.
He is very inspirational because of many things.

I come in at 8:11, and he smiles and says, "How are you?"
When he smiles and says, "How are you?"
I could swear my heart grows wings!

So today at 8:11
I decided I should meet him
I decided I should meet him
In a proper formal way.

So today at 8:11 when he smiled and said "How are you?"
I said "Fine, and my name’s Kristin"
And he softly answered, "Hey."
And I said "My name is Kristen, and thank you
for the extra foam…"

And he said his name was Taylor,
Which provides the inspiration for this poem:

Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Oh Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him…

So I’d like to get my nerve up
To recite my poem musical.
He would like the fact it’s musical
Because he plays guitar.
So today at 8:11, Taylor told me he was playing
In a band down in the village
in the basement of a bar.

And he smoothly flipped the lever
to prepare my double latte,
But for me he made it triple!
And he didn’t think I knew
But I saw him flip the lever,
and for me he made it triple,
And I knew that triple latte meant
that Taylor loved me too!
I said, "What time are you playing?
And thank you for the extra skim…"
He said, "Keep the $3.55,"
because this triple latte was on him.

Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Oh Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him…

I used to be the kind of girl who'd run
when love rushed toward her.
But finally a voice whispered "Love can be yours,
if you step up to the counter, and order."

Taylor, the latte boy
Bring me java, bring me joy
Oh Taylor the latte boy
I love him, I love him, I love him.

So many years my heart has waited,
Who’d have thought that love could be so caffeinated?
Taylor, the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him.
I love him, I love him, I love him.