When to judge a book by its cover...

His name is probably Jesse...

So let me tell you what happened to me today...

Last week, I got a crack in my windshield.  I let it linger but today decided it was time to get it fixed before it spread. I called my dad and asked him where to go. He then called our insurance provider and they connected us with a glass doctor who could come out to my job. Well anyway, I talked to the owner of the company who takes my number and informs me that the technician will call me when he's own his way.

At around lunchtime, I get a call from the tech. No joke, the conversation went like this. And please imagine that the setting for this convo is in a dark night club after about the fifth drink and just pretend that I've been eyeing this guy the whole night because he was talking to me as if to say, "your place or mine?"

Me: Hello
Tech: (in what I'm assuming is his sexy nighttime voice) Yesss... Hi. I'm calling for um, Ashley. A Ms. Ashley...
Me: This is she.
Tech: Ah yes, Ms. Ashley...heyyy, how you doing?  This is Jesse. Where are you going to be in around 45 minutes to an hour- better yet, where are you located now?
Me: *holding back a laugh* I'm actually at lunch but I'll- is this the glass doctor?
Tech named Jesse: Oh *insert pimp laugh* yes, yes.
Me: Ok, Jesse. I'll be back at work by then. Just call me when you're at my building.
Tech named Jesse: Okay, okay. Right, right.
Me: *hangs up phone*

Fast forward 45 minutes to an hour, Jesse rolls up looking dusty but potentially cute underneath the dirt and work wear.  From our phone conversation, he was just what I expected... He fixes the crack he came for along with one that a previous technician claimed couldn't be fixed, "on the house," he said. He wrapped up and I asked him if he needed anything else from me.

Tech named Jesse: *looks around at tools* Ummmm, Nah, I don't need- well, I mean you could go to dinner with a brotha.
Me: *blank stare*
Tech named Jesse: *insert nervous pimp laugh*

I considered many things in the 10 seconds it took me to answer him. First of all, Jesse was not my type, but underneath all the dust, he was cute. He was dressed pretty rough, but I told myself he just didn't want to get his regular clothes dirty. It was a fair assumption that he was not as educated or employed as well as me BUT, here was a "brotha" trying to make an honest living. Also, he was completely different from the other guys I've dated, and well, you know that saying about the definition of insanity...  Finally, he was bold enough to ask me out in front of some rather snobby looking characters also in the parking lot... So I said...

Me: Um Jesse, *laugh* you already have my number sooo... Have a good afternoon, okay!

I walked back to my office smiling, glad to know I had done my "brotha" a solid in the midst of those disapproving  eyes and for not turning my nose up at someone who I most definitely would have in the past.  Whether it was desperation or growth, I thought to myself, who knows? He could be my Idris Elba a la Daddy's Little Girls.

Then I got the following text a couple hours later.

I kno u at work but call me as well. Lok my number n under boo. N tex or call me whenever n what ever time u feel. I hope we hook up n kik it.

*deep sigh*

I can only blame myself. I'll be mass texting you all my new number soon.

And good tidings of comfort and joy...

'Tis the season, y'all!!! Can you feel it?! I can! I hope your Thanksgiving was super amazing- mine was!  I spent the entire break with those nearest and dearest to me and it was wonderful.  Whether it's the family you were born with or the family that you've made, there's nothing more important than spending time with the ones you love.  Everything else comes second- there are no exceptions.

Speaking of family, I hope you consider Jesus as a part of your family. At the least, you should know that He considers you part of His. Let me explain...

I met a man yesterday. He works with my father. He came over to our table during our after-service meal.  He was there with his family.  My dad introduced him as Dr. So-and-so.  He was tall, lanky, and looked extremely sedated.  He had this weird look on his face that never disappeared during the entire seven minutes he stood over us talking, as if he had not a care in the world.  When he finally left, we all looked around each other...my dad nervously laughed. And then I realized what struck me about the guy. That weird look on his- a SMILE! His sedation? It was really just a quiet, lingering happiness. That man had joy.  I was amazed and deeply saddened at the same time at the realization that what I just saw in this man was something of a unicorn in my own life.  Where was my joy? Where is my family's joy? How can a family of Believers not experience this constantly and consistently. Better yet, how can we make people think the same thing when we leave their presence?

I had already acknowledged the self-fabricated lack in my life.I have been on a decline for some time now. No matter how God blessed me, no matter how well my life was going, it was never enough.  I was filled with fear and loathing, regret and anxiety...worry. I had completely let go of God's hand and had begin traveling through my life alone. because the transition was so gradual- I mean this happened over the course of years- I didn't realize it until it was almost too late. I looked around one day and saw myself in the middle of a dense forest. Alone. No sunlight breaking through the trees.No wind blowing. Just me and darkness. Me and the devil.  Because he had me where he wanted me, there was no need to attack. He knew as long as I was wandering around aimlessly that I was no help to God and no threat to him. Well, I am now in a full on sprint back to my God's arms. I see Him, and I see He never took His eyes off of me.  It was only me that had taken my eyes off of Him. He was right where I left Him, watching...and continuously providing an unseen protection. He had placed an invisible hedge around me. I am His, and He wanted me to survive. He wanted me to be okay. He wanted me to on my own remember His love for me. He waited patiently for me to return to Him, and to love Him back.

He is waiting patiently for us all to return to Him.  He loves us. It breaks His heart when we forget Him, when we claim to not know Him- REALLY know Him.  It angers Him how we persecute each other in His name.  God is love. He loves the black, the white. The gay, the straight. The believer, and the unbeliever. He hates our sin because it destroys that which He loves the most- US!

Remembering these things reignited a small fire in me that grows with each passing moment. The more it grows, the greater my glow. The closer I get to God, to Jesus, the closer my joy gets to me.

I don't know what you believe in but I have to tell you, God believes in you. If you don't love Him, just know He loves you.

My alma mater and current employer has had this running theme/saying all football season- "We Believe."  Our team has pretty much sucked the past several years, but this year, the team seemed to have a new fight in them and the fans rallied around them posting "We Believe" signs all over the country.  We Believed all the way through our defeat at the hands of the no. 1 ranked team. We Believed as we lost the next two games straight.  We continued to believe as we lost for the first time in three years to our most hated rival, ending our regular season on a sour note.  We continue to believe in an upcoming bowl victory- something we have not been able to look forward to in years. If hundreds of thousands of people can have that sort of belief in a team of young men, with a less than stellar record, and a fluke of winning season that we'll gladly take, How can I not wholeheartedly believe in the God that I have truly seen and felt in every sunrise, every breeze, every breath, every heartbeat! But this is my testimony. You have your own. We all have to find our own way in this life and work out our own soul's salvation.  We all have to find our purpose.  We all have to help.  We all have to serve. Whatever good is in our ability to do, we must do it!  I'm inspired by so many people- those who claim Jesus, and those who don't. I've learned so much from those who simply believe in the power of yoga, chanting to Buddha, or just sending out "good vibes".  Whatever it is, I want YOU to know that I believe that every good and perfect thing comes from above, from the father of lights. I want YOU to know that I see God in you.

Be blessed this season, this year, this lifetime! And bless others along your way. Show love, show grace. Offer compassion and understanding. And know that in doing these things, in being kind to His people, in making someone feel better, you ARE a friend of God.

Office potluck? Oh joy...

Ok, so I fake the funk pretty well, but at the end of the day I DON'T. LIKE. PEOPLE.  I like my friends and family. But just random people in general? I'll pass.  Thing I miss most about my previous jobs is that because I was in a central university office, the only people I had to deal with outside of the faculty I assisted were my actual in-office coworkers.  If we went to lunch, cool. If not, no biggie. But at least I got to know most of them pretty well, some became friends, and a few I consider  family. But now that I work for a particular college within the university, I'm expected to become apart of this college's community.  So, instead of just socializing with my coworkers and boss, I have to form relationships with ALL the offices within the college, ALL the faculty... even the dean regularly drops by my office to cross his legs and take a load off. *cringe* Good grief.  While some people embrace the thought of emerging themselves into the system, I loathe it. And what do I loathe more than random faculty referring to me as kiddo while inquiring who sent the flowers on my desk? Eating with strangers, that's what.  I ABSOLUTELY hate it.  For me, eating is an intimate pleasure and the more pleasant the experience, the better my digestion. Eating should be accompanied by unforced and easy flowing, LIGHT conversation.  I HATE business lunches/dinners- I can't think about how good my food tastes if I'm focused on trying to craft intelligent responses.  I hate "official" office lunches as it is inevitable that the entire lunch will be filled with work chatter. IF I JUST LEFT FROM WORKING WITH YOU, I DO NOT WANT TO SPEND MY ONE BREAK OF THE DAY EATING WITH YOU AND TALKING ABOUT THE WORK I JUST RAN AWAY FROM. Finally, for this post anyway, more than anything, I just really hate schmoozing.  I consider this to be everything from making clever jokes with the random business manager you correspond with, to grinning through the terribly unfunny jokes of your boss' boss, to pretending like you actually give two shits about the mission of your organization and whether or not it accomplishes all its goals for the current fiscal year.  I do not give two shits.  They don't pay me enough to.  They pay me just enough to give a shit about whether or not I'm doing enough work in order for them to keep paying me.  That it is it.  I just want to come to work, do my job well, and leave.  I want to take my lunch break as an opportunity to divorce myself as much as I can from my 8-5 in an hour and a half's worth time.  But for some reason, people who live to work decided that people who spend 8 hours a day together don't spend nearly enough time socializing and getting to know one another.  Why not put that hour of freedom to good use and force everyone to continue talking about that killer budget together over strange looking, unidentifiable dishes made by that "crazy cat lady" administrative assistant who doesn't wash her hands after using the bathroom? Yep, that sounds like the best idea ever to me!