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 O...

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. 

So I'm back, here at Covenant College on a mountain in Georgia. and its strange, unbelievably strange. I forget until transitions come how much I'm connected to physical surroundings. Place is so significant for me and that fact always surprises me. And so I'm setting up new roots in a new house, a new bedroom with new roommates, a new kitchen and a new work place. Its crazy and strange and awesome. but also a little unsettling and overwhelmingly adult-y. I set up trash service today for my house. I have a house. I have a kitchen and a driveway and electric bills. Crazy. Here's a peek at the chaos and the people of my new house. I'll post more pics soon.

Transitions and home and waiting. This is me procrastinating, not packing. not organizing my life into small boxes and packages and stuffing it into my car. But as I just posted, I have everything I need for today. Everything. I choose to believe.

" Believe it: I have all I need for today. The needs of our day are great but our God is greater and we call Him Providence because we believe:  He is the One who always provides . {And when God provides, He should be praised, and  if God always provides, shouldn’t praise always be on the lips ?}" @Ann Voskamp

My life is full right now. I am student, RA, friend, daughter, and Christ follower. The roles I step in to everyday are varied and challenging, and I'm still trying to figure out how it's suppose to work. Especially because God has called me to things I can't do, to a person I can't be. God has called me as an RA to give until I die, when I am dead to myself and alive to Christ.  I am suppose to share my coffee creamer, my time, and my tears. I am suppose to lose myself in loving others. I am suppose to be the one who reacts when the fire alarm goes off, when someone has a melt down, when people are crossing lines, when the hopeless can't see the way out. I'm the one who is suppose to be in charge, the one who gets the calls at midnight. I have to learn how to always be willing to say yes. I know there are boundaries, a healthy balance. Saying no is an option. But please don't give me excuses. Jesus has called me to a life of radical self-leaving. I must sa...