My wallet.

If you found what once was a connected clutch in what is most likely a Starbucks tile floor, you might have a few things to assume. In one half of the woven clutch, you would find multiple gift cards with uncertain amounts of money on them all to the same places. Several to Starbucks, Jamba and an assortment of punch cards (all with only two or three proofs of purcahses.)

In the other half of my clutch you find multiple ID cards with one or two less then professional looking smiles. You would also find less then 20 dollars in cash, a debit card, and probably another gift card to Starbucks.

By now, without finding my wallet, you may be thinking one of the following:
-"This girl types too much, and I don't want to read all of this."
-"She likes coffee too much."
-"I bet she doesn't drink more coffee than me."
-"She's definitely in high school."

Honestly, you couldn't tell a whole lot about me. Except that I drink a lot of coffee, keep things I should just throw away, and that I am enrolled in my senior year of high school. This is just the depth my mind goes though as far as passing judgments or assumptions.

If you chose to assume my character from my clutch, you would miss that I am in Love with a God who Loves everyone. That I don't have a hating bone in my body, literally. I overanalyze every little thing, even things that don't happen. I dislike the sun and would rather close my blinds and have a movie day with my sisters. I love the wintertime for multiple reasons. I look forward to Christmas when Christmas Day is over. I spend most of my time in ministry with my church, reading or catching up with friends while drinking the coffee that I love, or playing/writing music. That I can't hold a grudge for my life. I'm an acoustic folk junkie and I love lavender everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything.

But even that sounds unrealistic. I can get jealous really easily. Dislike onions, don't wash my hair very often, feel inadequate all the time, self limiting, doubting, embaressed easily.

But mostly, I can't imagine the things I would assume about a person from their wallet, because I don't assume. Ever. When I meet someone, I meet them. I look at both sides of the story and I forgive. Pretty simple really.

If you want to assume something about me, I think it's pretty obvious that I'm crazy about Jesus.