Who Said Monday's Weren't Fun Days?

If someone asked me to describe myself in three ways, I would say…

1) I don’t love talking on the phone.
2) I love being spontaneous.
3) I love girl time.

It’s true, I’m not much of a phone talker. I would much rather see you in person and spend time talking to you one on one. I think this has a lot to do with my love language of quality time. That and words of encouragement. You would think that being a lover of words I would love phone talking, but alas, I do not. Anyway, this creates a problem for my friends who don’t live in the same city as me. It typically means we go months without talking, then either spend hours on one phone conversation catching up, or we finally end up seeing each other months later and spend days catching up.

I’m not saying it’s the best approach to long distance friendships, but it has become reality for a lot of mine. Most of my friends are better at calling me than I ever am at calling them. It’s shameful. This is where I feel like I should sincerely apologize to those of you who live outside of the Houston city limits. I hope you know that I love you dearly. : )

Anyway, after a very busy, but wonderful weekend, I had every intention of chilling at home on Monday, getting a few things done around the apartment and training for my triathlon that is in 12 days. That is a typical Monday for me. Remember, I have Monday's off since Sunday's are a work day for me.

However, when I realized that my sweet friend, Raven, was in Houston, we immediately made plans to see each other on Monday. Her original plan was to stop in Huntsville on her way back to Ft. Worth that day to see our other college BFF, Hannah and meet her new special friend, if you know what I mean. It didn’t take her two seconds to convince me to drive to Huntsville to do the same. Impromptu day date with some of my favorite girls even if it meant driving to Huntsville after just driving to Dallas this weekend? Yes please!

The thing is; I love these girls to bits. We’ve been known to call ourselves the “single ladies” for obvious reasons. But more than that, we’ve all walked very similar roads since graduating from college. Not only are we treading through the same season, we also all ended up in ministry. Raven works in children’s ministry in Ft. Worth, I work in middle school and high school ministry here in Houston and Hannah works in college ministry up in Huntsville at Sam Houston State. I like to think of us as the trifecta. Ha! We’ll do the best we can to get you from pre-school to college with a mighty dose of help from the Lord. At least for now.

Our best times together have always been very impromptu and this one was no different. Nor did it disappoint. It may have been January since I last talked to either of them, but we didn’t skip a beat. No awkwardness. No beating around the bush, just flat out, sweet friendship that continues to grow and blossom that the Lord started while we were in college.

However, I have to say, Monday was a trip. Right after we finished lunch, Raven got a text from her sister asking if we wanted to meet her at a car dealership in Conroe. A little bit of history is that a couple years ago Raven was in a really bad accident, I actually blogged about it here. Since then, she’s been driving her sister’s car and has been on the hunt for a new car. If she didn’t buy one Monday, she was never going to get one in her indecisive ways. With her sister, and us, she could surely get the job done. So, the three of us piled in her car, and headed to Conroe. Mind you, I left my car in Huntsville only because I couldn’t stand the thought of driving separately from them. We still had a lot to catch up on!

Long story short, we ended up at two different dealerships, and after much thought and waiting, she ended up purchasing her first car. Hannah and I sat in the waiting room most of the time and gathered that this is how it would be when she has her first baby. It sure felt that way at least! After the long process, we ate dinner at Texas Roadhouse where the sweet rolls come in dozens, then made our trek back to Huntsvegas in her new car so I could get my car and head south (where we’d just been), and Raven could head north to Ft. Worth.

What was supposed to do a fun lunch date, turned into an all day adventure. I loved every single minute of it. I love these girls so much and was in every way shape and form encouraged by spending my day with them.

Friendships are a sweet gift from the Lord. He’s never ceased to bless me abundantly in that area and I am forever, forever grateful.

And that, my friends, is why I wouldn’t have spent my Monday any other way.

I love it when...

I get an email in the middle of the day from my BFF or from a complete stranger just to send sweet words of encouragement. I’m a words kind of girl.

My roommate makes her zucchini muffins and shares them with us. They are delicious.

I get to watch Biggest Loser.

My little brother comes home from college so we can entertain each other.

I run three miles without stopping.

The temperature is 75 degrees, with sunny blue skies and zero humidity making it beautiful enough to be outside all day long.

We get to go to Colorado as a family to visit the rest of our family.

My old high school girls come home from college and we get to play catch up.

My iHome goes off in the morning to wake me up randomly playing my favorite song that week.

I get to hold a new born baby.

The Lord blesses me with unexpected friendships.

My mom sends me her elaborate, out of control, emoticon text messages.

I don't have to worry about the capitalization of the words in my post title because it all turns out lowercase anyway.

Spring arrives.

I get my Grande Iced Vanilla Latte' at Starbucks every Friday morning.

My journal runs out of fresh pages and I have to buy a new one.

My toenails are freshly manicured.

I get so tickled I can’t stop laughing.

I hear my name from someone I thought didn’t even know my name.

The kitchen is clean, the bathroom is spotless and my laundry is done.

Snow Cone stands start opening up.

I realize Jesus is better than all of this and he’s worth it.

Let Him Fight for Your Love

One of my favorite scriptures, and one I memorized last year, is Exodus 14:14.

“The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.”

In context, this whole chapter is about the Lord sweeping the Egyptians into the sea after the Israelites had just successfully gone through it with a “wall of water on their right and on their left”, thanks to Moses' obedience to the Lord. If you’ve seen The Prince of Egypt or grown up in church, this story should come as no surprise to you.

However, I like to believe that although the Lord hasn’t physically parted any seas for me, he’s certainly still fighting on my behalf in every other area of my life. To me, I find this actually very romantic. That He loves and cares enough for me to fight for me.

Just the other day I stumbled upon a blog post written by a girl I’ve never met. My heart hurt for her as I read it because it was all about how she had to fight to win her boyfriend’s love. She felt that when they were together he didn’t care to be with her and she initiated everything. Eventually they broke up and although I know it’s never easy and that's not ideal, I was relieved for her.

After leaving this complete stranger a comment in hopes that she would be encouraged, I was surprisingly shocked at how much I needed that comment myself. I believe the Lord allowed me to read that post and comment so that I too could get a profound thought through my hard head.
As girls, we should never have to fight for a man’s love. We should be fought for. He should pursue us, not vice versa. It’s how the Lord intended it to be. The man leads, we follow.

The minute we start questioning whether he loves, or even likes us, is the minute we should take warning. This is not whatsoever in regards to marriage, I’m simply talking about dating here. I am by no means qualified to give even the slightest marriage advise, but if these are issues you’re facing, I’d suggest seeing a counselor or getting some accountability all while taking it to the Lord is of utmost importance.

Because I am a girl and because I work with girls, it’s safe for me to say that I know as girls we long for that security. We want to know someone wants to be with us. And love us. And romance us. But wouldn’t you much rather know you’ve been fought for and pursued as opposed to questioning whether you’ve manipulated him into being with you? Manipulation, whether it be with our words or actions, can be a very powerful and messy thing. In fact, it can be scary.

I’ve been that girl. I’ve chased that boy. Clearly, it’s not been as successful as I would have hoped, but praise the Lord for that. Every rejection, I have to believe, has simply been the Lord’s protection.

Every time we fight for a man’s love, we’re robbing him of a God given desire to fight for us. To be a warrior. Back in the day, I read Wild at Heart by John Eldredge and I am so glad I did. It gave me a glimpse into what men were created to do and how they are wired. We have to give our guys some credit, but in order for that to happen, we have to take a step back and let them lead. This doesn’t mean we can’t talk to or interact with guys, quite the opposite, but it does mean to let them pursue us if in fact it’s the Lord’s desire that that relationship goes beyond a friendship. Pray for the guys in your life, that they would be sensitive to the Lord’s leading. And then trust the Lord.

Proverbs 18:22 specifically comes to mind as I consider this concept. “He who finds a wife finds what is good and receives favor from the Lord.”

He who finds a wife, not she who finds a husband.

Let us not give in or give up too early. Wait on the Lord's provision. He is always working behind the scenes even when we think he doesn't remember the last thing we prayed for.

The beauty of this post is that I can’t wrap it up with a nice pretty bow. I’ve not yet experienced this type of pursuit. I’m waiting with the rest of you. But you can be sure I’ve witnessed it enough times to believe it will happen. To believe that the Lord is faithful. And to believe I’m worth being fought for, just like the Lord intended.

Clothes Don't Buy Happiness

When I hear the word happiness, my musical brain kicks in and I automatically start singing, "Happiness is two kinds of ice cream, knowing a secret, climbing a tree..." from the musical Broadway show, You're a Good Man Charlie Brown. However, I typically insert my own lyrics and sing the song to myself. Or to whoever will listen. It might go something like this, "Happiness is a J.Crew outfit, the Galleria, buying some shoes...", that is, of course, if I were at the Galleria. Sometimes happiness is just a Thin Mint Girl Scout cookie right out of the freezer. But you get the point.

The truth is, I love shopping.

I grew up shopping.

It's what my mom and I did together. All. The. Time.

Unlike some other folks, I don't think shopping is evil. I don't think it's wrong to shop and spend some money every now and then on some new clothes. But when you find yourself desiring to shop more than you should, or just getting a shirt here or there, maybe once a week, it can become a stumbling block. Maybe not to you, but it does to me.

I've never participated in Lent. I have certainly considered it year after year, but never came to a stark conviction of any one thing I should give up. This year, however, I knew right away. There was no question. I struggled with voicing my thoughts, because the minute I voice them to one person is the minute I'm held accountable. Eek. I toyed with the idea of giving up facebook or twitter, but those didn't hit me near as hard as giving up shopping.

Shopping? Give up shopping? It was then that I knew I had no option. If not, I was certain I'd be living with guilt and out of disobedience for the next 40 days.

It has been eight days and can I just say, although it's more than doable, it's so tough!

Most of Houston is currently on Spring Break and I took a few days off as well. The week has flown by and been so great, but it's days like today that I was reminded how often I would have a bit of free time here or there and take myself to the nearest Target, TJ Maxx, or Ross. I'm purposefully leaving out the Outlet Mall I live dangerously close to. I never needed anything new, I just wanted something new because it was fun. And let's be honest, instantly satisfying.

But if you're like me, you wear your new thing once or twice, and you're already ready for something new. Am I speaking the truth to anybody but myself? The harsh truth is, I have a closet filled with clothes and shoes and belts, oh my! There is not one thing I am currently in need of. Zip. Nada. Zilch. But I want that instant satisfaction and gratification. I want that, oh, that's so cute, where did you buy it?

I love clothes, a little too much.

Once Easter comes and goes, I really don't want to pick back up my old habit. Sure, I'll shop, but not because I'm bored of just have the urge. Where I'm finding satisfaction in my materialism, I'm not finding it in Jesus. Jesus must be my satisfaction. And if I let him, he can be. How many times has my heart cry been that people see Jesus in me? Countless. But I'm not sure I've let them past my cute cuffed jeans.

Today I had to return something for my triathlon to TJ Maxx. (For the record, I am buying stuff for that, but only because I didn't have it before I gave up shopping. I'll have you know, though, that spandex brings little to no satisfaction.) I was so tempted to walk around and just look. I didn't. When I left the store without doing what I was tempted to do, I felt a small victory. Yesterday my roomies went to the Galleria for fun. I was so tempted to forego my rodeo plans so I could go with them. I didn't. Again, small victory. Of course, I can't avoid my favorite places for the next 40 days, but I can choose not to put myself in that situation when my desire for a new top is greater than my desire to know Jesus.

I really don't want to sound like I'm tooting my own horn, I'm sharing my own heart in hopes that maybe someone is with me. Or maybe not.

The new Passion CD has been on repeat both in my car and on my computer since I bought it last week. It's life to my soul. I seriously enjoy every single song. In two words, I'm obsessed. Since last Wednesday the song, Lord, I need You, has the highest play count. The words at the bridge of the song are perfect:

So teach my song to rise to You
When temptation comes my way
And when I cannot stand I'll fall on You
Jesus You're my hope and stay

When temptation comes my way, I'll choose to fall on Him. When Mossimo is screaming my name, I'll choose Him. If I believe that Jesus is better, I want to live like He is better. I'm figuring out that's really hard.

It may sound silly, but I'm committed. I love shopping, but it needs to take a back seat.

If I'm a good girl, I might just treat myself with a new Easter outfit. But I am making no promises to myself.

Did you give up anything this year for Lent? Shopping? Someone tell me I'm not alone!

It's Fabulously Creative

Hello! And welcome to the new and improved Lindsee Lou! I am SO happy with my new blog design. It's a fresh look and a new start. I think I will be more inspired with my posts simply because of the new look. How pitiful am I? I have to give credit where credit is due, Kelly at Fabulous K Creative designed the look did a great job. So, if you too are in need of something new, hit her up. Thanks so much, Kelly!

If you're reading from a news feed, you can't see it, so you'll actually have to come to my blog. Let me know what you think. I hope you love it as much as I do!

Happy Tuesday, friends.

Boot Scootin' Boogie

The month of March is a really good month for the city of Houston. Not only is our weather wonderfully similar to California weather, but, the Rodeo comes to town. And lest you think I've forgotten about Spring Break, I have not. It is sandwiched right in the middle.

The Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo is, dare I say, the largest in the world. If you don't believe me, read the paragraph I ripped off of the website that is completely legit.

"For more than 78 years, the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo has been the heartbeat of the Southwest, beating powerfully with nearly 24,000 volunteers who annually contribute their time, resources, and talent as part of the world's largest livestock exhibition, world's richest regular-season rodeo, and the Southwest's premier entertainment event."

See, I told you. I honestly can't compare it to any other rodeo, because I've never been to another rodeo, but it's pretty stinkin' great.

Every year I try and go at least once, if not twice. I would go daily if possible, but I don't have money coming out my ears, and quite frankly, the crowds can be a bit overwhelming. However, the people watching is beyond anything I can describe. It's exhilarating, to say the least. I went this past Friday and the entertainer that night was Lady Antebellum. I've only recently gotten really into them, but I have come to love them. They're like the Dixie Chicks and Rascal Flatts combined. Anybody that can give me pure three part harmony has stolen my heart.

There are three parts to the rodeo that everyone must know about. Since some of you don't have the pleasure of living in good ol' Houston, TX, I'm now going to give you the Tour de' Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo.

1. The Livestock Show

You just can't miss it. It's filled with live farm animals that you don't typically see everyday. That is unless you're involved with the FFA, which I am not. My favorite part is the birthing center. I didn't take a picture, but there is a chart up where they document the animals born each day. It is so neat! We got to see baby lambs and piglets. I could not get over the cuteness. In fact, the lambs were born just three hours before we arrived! How cool is that? They also have a bunny exhibit, you can watch chicks hatch and all sorts of other fun stuff. It is truly the largest livestock show.

Bethany and I on the metro rail heading to the rodeo. I have to say, I loathe all parking at the rodeo, but we found Houston's best kept secret on Friday. But I'm going to keep it a secret. That is unless you are my friend, then I'll tell you. : )

I don't remember this cows name, but a photo-op only felt appropriate. We may or may not act like five year olds while walking around the livestock show.

The baby piglets!

I thought this was hilarious. The mom had just inhaled her food, and was clearly thirsty.

The baby lambs.

This is for all you Longhorns. Hook 'em. (My older brother will appreciate this picture.)

I think this bunny needs a new diet plan.

We ran into some sweet friends from church right outside of the livestock show. Christina and Ellie are both crack ups!

These are some of my high school girls. LOVE them! (They came to watch Mutton Bustin' with me since they were there too!)

Mutton Bustin'. You've not lived until you've seen this. It is, BY FAR, my favorite part of the entire rodeo. I could watch it for hours. Let me explain and you'll understand why. You get a four or five year old brave little guy or girl, stick them on the back of a sheep, and let 'em ride. It's like bull riding, but much less severe.

Look at her pink little boots. That's one brave girl.

Seriously! Is it not the cutest thing? The fact that they have a Mutton Bustin' tent says a lot.

These were the three winners. They were getting interviewed on their successful rides! Adorable!


2. The Food

When I say you can get anything and everything at the rodeo, I'm not lying. The food tents are incredible, and yes, you can get ANYTHING fried here. Just look at the picture below. It's insane. And you would not believe the lines people wait in to get this stuff. I look forward to the food as much as I do the vast entertainment. Food is important, folks. Want some BBQ? Have at it. Fajitas? Check. Funnel cake? You've got it. Fried snickers? Why, of course. Turkey legs? They sell them in bulk. In Texas, everything is bigger, and better.

One of the many "fried" stands.

THE best BBQ Chicken Sandwich that's ever existed. It's from Goode Company Bar-B-Q and you can only get it at the rodeo. It's such a tease since we live five minutes from a Goode Company, but it's well worth it. In fact, I'm going back again...tomorrow. And I plan in inhaling this again.


3. The Rodeo

Once you've had all the fun you can handle outside with food and animals, it's time to head inside to the actual rodeo. I like to go inside in time to watch all the bull riding, horse races, calf scrambles and all sorts of fun things. What's a rodeo without that? I love me some entertainers, but you can't miss the real rodeo. After two hours of non-stop entertainment, they finally turn the lights down, place the rotating stage in the middle of the arena, do a fireworks show and get the party started. It's so fun! Entertainers range from Janet Jackson to Tim McGraw. If you're not a fan of country music, rest assured, there will always be someone there that you probably like. Houston knows how to entertain you, that's for sure!

This is looking down on the carnival from Reliant Stadium.

Getting ready for Lady Antebellum!

We didn't have great seats last week, but it's fun nonetheless. Lady A was so great!

At then end of the night, you go home happy, tired and thankful to have been with fun friends. If you're ever in Houston in March, don't miss it!

Not Just a Neat Christian Guy

*This is a re-post from a little over a year ago. I had to remind myself of this just this morning, so thought I would encourage all of you as well. Believe God, sweet friends.

It's no secret that I've never dated anybody.

It's no secret that I'll be 25 this year. (Actually 26.)

It's no secret that that's a sincere desire of my heart.

It's no secret that I believe Him for that desire, but that it's just a matter of time. His time, not mine.

And although I'm afraid my timetable probably looks terribly different than His, I am still hopeful that He will not fail me. That is if I hope in Him, not my circumstances.

However, it's also no secret that even though it's not always easy to wait, and sometimes it's frustrating, confusing or lonely, He's in the midst of preparing me for something greater than myself. Something I can't explain and may never know this side of heaven.

A few years back one of my college girlfriends lent me a CD series on dating by Matt Chandler. It was the first I'd heard of him and I was instantly challenged and encouraged. It wasn't like every other "dating" book I'd read, or singles series I'd heard, but it was raw, truthful and godly. I actually still have those CD's and was just reminded of them this morning.

You see, every morning while I'm getting ready for the day I listen to a podcast. I have a wide variety of pastors and speakers I subscribe to and among them is Matt Chandler. Just this morning as I was listening while getting ready for church, Matt was my podcast of choice and in the midst of this series he was doing, dating came up.

I'm not going to lie, I immediately always tune in because I can't miss such pertinent information. Especially if it's godly, wise advice on telling me how to "wait" for my man, and later, be a better wife to my unknown future husband.

It's always "fun" to hear Matt get riled up because oh boy does that man have some passion.

His plea to all the singles was that he was FOR single guys searching for a wife. It is the biblical thing to do. To man up, take some responsibility, move out of the house, get a job and start to establish a family. I'm not sure how many fist pumps I did, but I assure you it was a substantial amount. I truly couldn't agree more, but after that I wondered, well then where the heck are all of these godly guys?

However, he wasn't done. It was then that he harped on the girls for 2.5 seconds to try and get through to them to STOP dating the "neat Christian guys", the guys that just go to church, but to truly desire a godly husband and wait for him.

One that is pursuing his relationship with Christ first and foremost.

One that is a leader in his workplace and his home.

One that will pursue biblical manhood.

One that will love his wife the way Christ loves the church.

So often these girls meet these guys, start dating them, get married out of desperation and are miserable because he's truly not the godly man they desired.

No, he's not perfect, and never will be, by any stretch of the imagination. But he's pursuing the things of Christ.

But there is a huge difference in just a neat Christian guy and a guy that is pursuing Christ whole heartily and longs to serve him both alone and with his wife.

I remember hearing this in college, and even talking about it in college with some of my girlfriends. But today is struck a chord because that IS my heart’s desire. I don't want to settle for just a "neat Christian guy." Not after all this time.

I desire a husband who is whole heartily devoted to Christ and serving him and I think it'd be so neat to be along for the ride. I believe God for this. I've always prayed for this, but now I believe Him for this.

What was the point of all my waiting if I just settled for something mediocre instead of His absolute best for me all out of desperation? How pitiful.

I can't say I deserve a man like this; quite frankly, I don't "deserve" anything. But our God is a God of grace and He desires to bless us abundantly.

As I think on these desires and prayerfully consider them, a few examples of relationships like this immediately come to mind.

Curtis and Amanda Jones, who both serve with Living Proof Ministries in different capacities, but both have a heart for ministry.

Ben and Donna Stuart, who serve at Breakaway Ministries at Texas A&M University. Ben is the director and the main teacher while Donna gets to use her gifts of leading worship and investing in college girls. How neat is that?

Afshin and Meredith Ziafat. While Afshin travels to speak all over the world, quite literally, Meredith gets to travel alongside him and encourage other believers using her degree in Biblical Counseling. It's not "official" per say, but it's a gift nonetheless.

This isn't even including all the amazing couples whom I'm privileged to serve with in my church, those of whom have decided to serve the Lord together, rather than apart. My parents for one, JJ and Anna Jones, David and Angie Martin, Greg and Allison Despres and countless others.

If witnessing all of these examples of service to the Lord with your spouse doesn't encourage me in my waiting for a godly husband, I'm not sure what will.

Mark my words now, I'm praying and believing God for a godly man who is pursuing the things of Christ, not just a neat Christian guy who goes to church.

Know that I’m praying and believing God for that for you as well.

In Which I Describe the Perfect Weekend

*I wrote this on Sunday evening, but didn't have internet until today.

Pretend I’m competing in the Miss USA pageant and they asked me to describe my perfect weekend. It would look something like this.

(Imagine this all said in a pageant tone. Think Miss Congeniality if your imagination can’t go there.)

“I think my perfect weekend would include some evening worship on Friday night to refresh my soul, a little non-competitive 5k run on Saturday morning to get my workout in all while supporting stroke research, a little nap and resting for my tired body after the big race, church on Sunday, then a picnic at a gorgeous park with some of my favorite people in perfect 70 degree weather with zero humidity where we indulge in marshmallow and peanut butter sandwiches, play a little kickball, then end the afternoon at Berripop to enjoy a little fro-yo. Oh, and I can’t forget about small group with my high school freshman girls. That would be the perfect weekend. Oh, and world peace.”

Wait? Did I just describe my perfect weekend? I think I actually just had the perfect weekend doing all those things. Who knew?

It could be the endorphins still screaming, but I really did have a great weekend. It wasn’t too fast, too slow, too hot or too cold. It was just right.

At Stride for Stroke on Saturday morning my attitude would have told you otherwise since I was less than thrilled to be running in misty, cold weather, but after our run, I was all kinds of happy. It was after the race that I realized the blessing of the weather because it was perfect for napping. Of course, the sun decided to bless us with its presence on the drive home, but I was still happy that I’d run three miles without stopping. It gave me hope and confidence for my upcoming triathlon!

So, as this Sunday evening nears midnight, I’d like to give you a free recipe for a perfect weekend.

Worship with Hillsong United live and in person + running three miles non-stop and loving the endorphins + taking a nap + having a picnic at a park in the perfect weather + eating fro-yo = the perfect weekend.

You’re welcome.

Hillsong United!

My parents got last minute tickets. Originally their tickets were in the pit, where the youngins' would be jumping up and down, so they traded with two of my friends.

Some of our group after it was over.

Roomies! (Michaela feels the need to do this in most pictures because I don't already tower over her enough.) ; )


Bethany and I putting the chip on our shoe. It was a process.

Yes, there was a clown at the 5k.

The start and finish line!

We did it!

B and I were so happy we ran without stopping! I think we were a little too impressed with ourselves. ; )

Picnic at Memorial Park with the Despres'.

Sophie and I! Love her. We have a date to Target planned in the very near future.

Sawyer kept saying, "Lindsee Eddy, take a picture." I love that he felt the need to say my full name. All day.

"Lindsee Eddy, take a picture of me balancing this stick."

Kickball!


It was girls vs. boys.


Team Testosterone.

Team Estrogen. (Sawyer thought it would be fair to put Ben on our team to even things out a bit. That was very nice of him. He was a good sport on a team full of GIRLS! Then Mike showed up at the end of our game.) And yes, I played kickball in my church clothes. Boots and all. I was unprepared for a sporty afternoon.

Berripop!


I have mature taste buds.

Sawyer was cold, so he strategically placed himself in the sun. Smart boy.


World peace, friends. World peace.