Honey From The Rock

Day of Prayer: Sunrise Service at Rock City Thank you Father  for not letting me be an orphan, everlasting love in finite spaces, finite places, infinite soul,  for gooey, glazed donuts, dissolving like dew, succulent sweetness,  for Niedlov's coffee in blue cracked mugs and the curly headed boy laughing across the room,  for revelations on pages, an entire morning with books, no demands for productivity or evidences of hard work, just undiluted pure grace,  for space and time to stare out windows,  for friends and coffee, filling empty spaces with light,  for color, brilliant dark red, earthy brown, scratched black and grey, dark dark indigo, grassy green, for redorangeblue flannel,  for orange mugs with white foam resting in the bottom, for new things, difficult stretching things that open up stagnate hearts, bitter providence, dark grace, filling cracks with sweetness.  for Jesus who is enough. Praise the One who paid my debt  and raised this l

Life has been full, not just busy but full, overflowing with things to think about it, to look at it, to slow down and breathe in. But also its been full of things that I've rushed into, through, and out of, mostly homework assignments and those few boring classes. My SIP (senior integration project) is capturing my interest and my heart, making me feel very academic and happy. Full of knowledge and freedom to look at beautiful things without feeling guilty. I met with my first reader, an expert in the subject area I'm pursuing (personal essay), and she gave me the liberty to go steep myself in others creativity and art to come back to my project with freshness. I have all these leads, paths to follow themes down, to broaden how I think about this project and I guess, cliche-ly but ultimately my life. Some of my books And along with all this fullness, there's been an odd mix of friends and quiet, loneliness and intentionality. Its been difficult to find a place as a

Failure sucks; here is a little hope that I'm struggling to hold on to, a bit of grace for a very weary sinner. It's from Today's Letters : "Here's to gratitude and how it turns everything into enough." Sometimes you need to stop thinking and just see good.  I am thankful  for sunshine after days of rain,  for rice and beans and corn, cheap and tasty with enough cheese and hot sauce,  for daily bread that breeds forgiveness,  for quiet evenings that offer a little respite from craziness,  for short tempers quickly resolved and selfishness overcome,  for being unseen on days where you feel unseeable,  for remembering that there is always hope, always grace.