My delight at what an amazing and anointed man of God he is...
is only heightened by the fact that his latest spiritual scribbling included the word "trepidation".
*Enamored sigh*
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Breathe...
What a feeling. I just sealed the envelope and the last assignment is done.
Two weeks from now the ceremony will be over, the celebration will be over and life will be mine again.
I'm excited to draw near to Jesus. I'm excited to reorganize the house. I'm excited to take shifts cooking dinner. I'm excited to wake up early and go running at dawn.
I'm excited to live without limits.
I'm excited that one of the loudest ticking clocks in my head has quieted.
I'm ready to read what I want, rule my time according to His will and not a list of urgent demands. To write, to draw, to mentor teenagers, to help at church like I've never been able to before, to watch a movie with my family or to spend time with him without a trace of guilt.
I know that I'm not suddenly sinking back into another century in which hurried schedules are a thing unheard of. But after seventeen years of school dominating the horizon, I have the most delicious sense of freedom.
Life.
And a long-awaited deep breath in. A moment to breathe. What a feeling!
Two weeks from now the ceremony will be over, the celebration will be over and life will be mine again.
I'm excited to draw near to Jesus. I'm excited to reorganize the house. I'm excited to take shifts cooking dinner. I'm excited to wake up early and go running at dawn.
I'm excited to live without limits.
I'm excited that one of the loudest ticking clocks in my head has quieted.
I'm ready to read what I want, rule my time according to His will and not a list of urgent demands. To write, to draw, to mentor teenagers, to help at church like I've never been able to before, to watch a movie with my family or to spend time with him without a trace of guilt.
I know that I'm not suddenly sinking back into another century in which hurried schedules are a thing unheard of. But after seventeen years of school dominating the horizon, I have the most delicious sense of freedom.
Life.
And a long-awaited deep breath in. A moment to breathe. What a feeling!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Silly confession #22...
Maybe I shouldn't say it, but I really do wonder if anything in heaven could really be more beautiful than the sunlight on a thousand green leaves.
Maybe there will just be a lot of trees in heaven. And a lot of sunlight.
But it's like glory distilled. And I cannot imagine anything more lovely.
Maybe there will just be a lot of trees in heaven. And a lot of sunlight.
But it's like glory distilled. And I cannot imagine anything more lovely.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
A thing of beauty...
That's what the Starbucks cup on my desk is.
I stripped the little sleeve off and realized it's been awhile since I actually looked at that little white and green cup with the odd little siren on the side. Lovely.
Ok, maybe it's more the caramel latte deliciousness that it contains that pleases me... but still.
Lovely.
Mix in Bon Jovi on YouTube... and a great lyric toward the end that's the whole reason I wanted to hear that song... "alarm clock rings, 6:45, I like waking up with you on my mind..."
Good call.
Good morning.
I stripped the little sleeve off and realized it's been awhile since I actually looked at that little white and green cup with the odd little siren on the side. Lovely.
Ok, maybe it's more the caramel latte deliciousness that it contains that pleases me... but still.
Lovely.
Mix in Bon Jovi on YouTube... and a great lyric toward the end that's the whole reason I wanted to hear that song... "alarm clock rings, 6:45, I like waking up with you on my mind..."
Good call.
Good morning.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Silly confession #21...
I absolutely love driving across the Howard Frankland and getting ocean spray on my windshield.
I love that bridge in general but much more so when it's windy and you can look out at the waves raging. It's like the ocean is churning and they have that pre-storm greyish green color, breaking in white foam. There's something wild and free and furious about it that I love. Storms and waves and wind... some of my favorite things in the world...
This is heightened still when the wind is forceful enough to carry the spray to my windshield. It makes me feel as though I've been drawn into what's happening on the water. Not just that I'm driving past it, but that I'm passing through it.
I imagine I should be annoyed by it. I waste a lot of wiper fluid on such days. But that's just another example of the way that practicality can drain the life out of things.
All warnings of ring worms or catching cold or having to peel off soaking wet clothes aside, I want to stand and be saturated in summer storms.
And all wasted wiper fluid out of mind, I love making even the slightest point of connection with the raging sea.
I love that bridge in general but much more so when it's windy and you can look out at the waves raging. It's like the ocean is churning and they have that pre-storm greyish green color, breaking in white foam. There's something wild and free and furious about it that I love. Storms and waves and wind... some of my favorite things in the world...
This is heightened still when the wind is forceful enough to carry the spray to my windshield. It makes me feel as though I've been drawn into what's happening on the water. Not just that I'm driving past it, but that I'm passing through it.
I imagine I should be annoyed by it. I waste a lot of wiper fluid on such days. But that's just another example of the way that practicality can drain the life out of things.
All warnings of ring worms or catching cold or having to peel off soaking wet clothes aside, I want to stand and be saturated in summer storms.
And all wasted wiper fluid out of mind, I love making even the slightest point of connection with the raging sea.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Silly confession #20...
So apparently I use Italian-American slang. And I never realized it until today.
Having a talk with Stephanie, Summer and Suzie - just tossing around creative ideas to improve our company - I repeatedly introduced my thoughts with "forget about it..."
As in, Stephanie finishes making her point. I agree and want to add another concept that is related to it. So I say, "Well forget about it..." and then proceed to explain why we should have a YouTube channel for advertising or why we should be conducting online market research to eliminate wasted time in data collection and data entry.
An otherwise intelligent conversation...
And what's even more fun is that I had no idea I was doing it until Summer said something at the end. "I love how passionate you are... you keep using that phrase, it's so cute."
So apparently I'm a paison. Or at least talk like one at ridiculously inappropriate moments.
Nice.
Having a talk with Stephanie, Summer and Suzie - just tossing around creative ideas to improve our company - I repeatedly introduced my thoughts with "forget about it..."
As in, Stephanie finishes making her point. I agree and want to add another concept that is related to it. So I say, "Well forget about it..." and then proceed to explain why we should have a YouTube channel for advertising or why we should be conducting online market research to eliminate wasted time in data collection and data entry.
An otherwise intelligent conversation...
And what's even more fun is that I had no idea I was doing it until Summer said something at the end. "I love how passionate you are... you keep using that phrase, it's so cute."
So apparently I'm a paison. Or at least talk like one at ridiculously inappropriate moments.
Nice.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Sweet collision...
Arguably my favorite song ever...
Collide (Howie Day)
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the dark you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
Don't stop here
I've lost my place
I'm close behind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
Collide (Howie Day)
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the dark you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
Don't stop here
I've lost my place
I'm close behind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
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