Emily's Lemonade Stand.

This week has been (insert descriptive adjective here).

I have really learned that sometimes the best kind of therapy is some good old fashion Emily time. Time to take care of myself, paint my toe nails, take a real shower (not just a ten minute "quicky", we are talking 20-30 minutes, I never get to do this), take time to carefully wash, condition, blow dry, and straighten my hair, time to apply lotion after showering. These are luxuries I do not have usually unless I make the time to. There is no better fix to feeling then to do a few things to spruce yourself up and make you feel pretty. I know joy doesn't come from being pretty, but when you take the time to improve your appearance you are more confident to face the world. A nice cup of hot tea and extra sleep doesn't hurt either.

A week like this makes me think a whole lot about my purpose. I believe every morning you wake up, God is not yet done with you. In my mind, its a promise to me every morning that I wake up that I have something to do that day in the will of God. He has not yet given up on me. He has a purpose for me still. That is a comforting thought that helps me want to get out of bed during weeks like this one. I have something to do, someone help, something to accomplish.

Speaking of accomplishments. I cleaned out the bathtub drain. The job required tools. I disassembled it and reassembled it without breaking it. Normally, I would take something apart and not be able to put it back together. That is a big deal for me. This having my own apartment thing has taught me how to handle odd jobs.

I have one of the best best friends in the world. (Is that repetitive?) She is always tweeting Bible verses and inspirational things of that nature. As I am sitting here I received her tweet to my phone that had a verse in it I really needed. It was Isaiah 41:13 and it reads "For I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, 'Fear not,' I am the one who helps you." I really needed that. I can remember one night she called me around midnight. I thought sometime was really wrong and answered the phone quickly and I will admit my heart rate might have sped up a tad. When I answered, she said "I just needed to talk to my best friend." That meant so much to me. She didn't need anything from me, she just needed me. I feel like so many relationships are based off of what the other person can benefit from being friends with someone else. I was discussing this with another friend last night. All I ever expect of someone is their friendship, not what can they do for me. It is disheartening to realize that someone has used you and as soon as you are used up you no longer need to continue the friendship as it no longer has monetary value. I have been friends with my best friend for close to 14 years. She has never left me because I no longer offered monetary value. In fact, most of the time I find myself apologizing because I don't do enough for her. She keeps me accountable. She loves me unconditionally anyways and I am so blessed to have that. She has been my longest and best friend. I can remember a night when I got broken up with and she came in the middle of the night and went to a Haunted House with me. She is amazing and I thank God so much for her.