One of those moments..

So, you know those moments.

The ones where you're upset, or mad about something. Something that seems legit and reasonable to be upset about, at the moment anyway. Usually its something that has hurt your pride.

And then, it happens..

Something to humble you and put you in your place, something to make you see that the world doesn't revolve around you.

Example: Say someone leaves you (like you were going to walk or ride somewhere together), and they just go on without consulting you, even though there was this sortof unspoken agreement that the two of you always go together.
So then, after you realized you've been left, you pull yourself together and head the direction your friend has already taken. On your way there, another friend driving by in the same direction, offers you a ride, so ultimately, you get there before your friend who left you does.

Yeah, so that prettymuch happened to me 2 days ago. It really wasnt a big deal at all for me to get upset over, yet I still did. So God sent me something to humble me, and make me realize, it's ok if I'm a little bit off schedule from my friends; in this case it was another friend who gave me a ride in her car.

I've come to realize that God knows what He's doin and has a plan for everything. And I'm sure glad He does. Because I can't hardly handle myself.

I'm so happy I could do a dance.
Literally. Today, I wish I were a dancer, I mean a hardcore tappin, twirlin, pointe-in, leapin ballerina.
I've always kinda wanted to be one. I never took dance when I was a little kid...but sure as heck I could leap and twist my way down an empty hallway :).
Today, I am going home.
This is a big deal, because I'm a college kid. My mom and brother came up 2 weekends ago and visited, but now I get to go HOME. I get to see all those glorious familiar places, the ones that you just notice without trying to...the trees, the sky, your nextdoor neighbor's mailbox, the old house on the hill. I'm completely stoked.
But more than that, I get to see my family - my blood family and my church family. I'm goin h ome for Disciple Now Weekend at church. This will probably be one of the best weekends of my year. No lie.
So anyway, I wrote this pretty much just to tell you that I'm so incredibly stoked, that I want to dance [even though I am a horrible dancer].
Something about going somewhere gloriously familiar, somewhere where special things happen, awakes a new engergy and excitement in the soul. Really.
:)
"Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days." Psalm 90:14, NIV.

September 11, I will never forget.

9.11 from International Space Station:
http://bit.ly/sW2DN

Praying for healing, freedom and peace for all.

I want Your kite strings tangled in my trees all wrapped up..

So at the moment, I am putting off math homework. I already did the online half (who would have ever guessed there would be a time when math homework would be done on the internet?). Tonight is Campus Church, Ergun Caner speaking. He's going through the book of James this semester, and I'm pretty excited about it. James is practical, and practical is good. It's easy, but it details very clearly what needs to be done, so that no excuses can be dragged in.

There's a song I've had in my head all day. It's called "Closer" by Jars of Clay (talking about being closer to God, not a person), off their latest album, "The Long Fall Back To Earth". Here are the lyrics:

Well you thought you let go, but you’re still hanging on
Mother Earth’s slowing down
She’s still spinning around and we......are getting dizzy
I’ll drop out of the race for more personal space
‘Cause the rockets we’re in get so cold and I miss your skin
It’s just how I’m feeling

If you need more love, well you’ve gotta get close to me
If you want my love, well you’ve gotta get closer to me

No unreachable itch, if you hemorrhage I’ll stitch
You are tears, I’m a cheek
I’m a pail on your boat with slow leaks
Out to sea for weeks

But if you want my love, well you’ve gotta get close to me
If you need my love, well you’ve gotta get closer to me
Ooh, if you want my love…

Chorous:
I don’t understand why we can’t get close enough
I want your kite strings tangled in my trees, all wrapped up
I don’t understand why we can’t get close enough
I’ll be the comets that are falling from the sky you light up

You’re my shirt iron-on, I’m the tick, you’re the bomb
You’re the L and the V, I’m the O and the E
Am I speaking clearly?

If you want my love, well you’ve gotta get close to me
Ooh, if you want my love…

Chorous again..

I don’t understand why we can’t get close enough
I miss the shivers in my spine every time that we touch

Great great song.

Here goes.

So here's the first official post of this blog.
I have no idea where this will go.
I know that sometimes its good to get things down "in writing". So here goes.
I'm really not sure how long I will keep this up, or how often I'll post, or if anyone ever at all will read this. But that's ok.
I saw My Sister's Keeper tonight. For the second time. and I cried in all the same times as I did the first time. It's a rather good movie. Sad, yes, but it's a picture of real actual life, of a real actual slightly disfunctional family dealing with something, illness, that can't be fixed. and sometimes it feels pretty darn good to cry.

On that note, here's some encouragement:
"Yet the LORD longs to be gracious to you;
He rises to show you compassion.
For the LORD is a God of justice.
Blessed are all who wait for Him!" Isaiah 30:18, NIV. [I added the italics.]