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Monday, July 6
Monday, May 18
Wednesday, April 15
Saturday, April 11
I really wish I wrote more.
The problem isn't that I can't think of what to say, its that I'm unfocused. I start writing about Easter weekend, then I mention that school is almost done, then I start talking about the fact that I have friends graduating and how weird that is, and then I want to mention that this is my first full year as a youth min major and then I think of the summer and what that has to bring...
I have a problem taking life one thing at a time. One day at a time.
Here's what's coming up:
this upcoming week we make the finally decision about whose leading Reach next year (not me, I'm so glad!), and do our final "real" Reach show.
Then next weekend, a sleepover with Drew girls and coming home to see an Enter the Haggis concert.
Next week is the Reach symposium show for the college and then I go to Philadelphia to visit an old friend
May brings graduation, a trip to Quebec and jury duty.
June is Emily's wedding and work. Lots of work.
So, good things for the most part, but I can't just let them happen when they come. I think and plan and try to control and understand everything before it arrives. I like being prepared. Or over-thinking and driving myself mad.
I'm trying to get better about that.
The problem isn't that I can't think of what to say, its that I'm unfocused. I start writing about Easter weekend, then I mention that school is almost done, then I start talking about the fact that I have friends graduating and how weird that is, and then I want to mention that this is my first full year as a youth min major and then I think of the summer and what that has to bring...
I have a problem taking life one thing at a time. One day at a time.
Here's what's coming up:
this upcoming week we make the finally decision about whose leading Reach next year (not me, I'm so glad!), and do our final "real" Reach show.
Then next weekend, a sleepover with Drew girls and coming home to see an Enter the Haggis concert.
Next week is the Reach symposium show for the college and then I go to Philadelphia to visit an old friend
May brings graduation, a trip to Quebec and jury duty.
June is Emily's wedding and work. Lots of work.
So, good things for the most part, but I can't just let them happen when they come. I think and plan and try to control and understand everything before it arrives. I like being prepared. Or over-thinking and driving myself mad.
I'm trying to get better about that.
Friday, March 20
Wales
So I've been back for about a week now.
Its weird being back. I mean, you're gone for a week, you come back feeling like everything has changed and then a few days later, you feel yourself slipping back to the way you were.
Here is what I know:
God is good. His love is constant and consistent.
Everyone is hurting. Christians, non-Christians, Americans, Welsh. Everyone.
Only when we realize these things, can we be real and move forward.
I think.
Its weird being back. I mean, you're gone for a week, you come back feeling like everything has changed and then a few days later, you feel yourself slipping back to the way you were.
Here is what I know:
God is good. His love is constant and consistent.
Everyone is hurting. Christians, non-Christians, Americans, Welsh. Everyone.
Only when we realize these things, can we be real and move forward.
I think.
Thursday, February 26
Wednesday, December 24
Christmas
For some reason, it doesn't feel like Christmas.
This doesn't make sense. All the ingredients are here:
I am sitting on the couch and have no homework I should be doing. From where I am sitting I can see a Christmas tree, stockings, and a Dept 56 village all set up. There are fresh baked cookies in the kitchen and about a foot of snow outside. The majority of my friends' facebook statuses carry Christmas greetings and my family (and family to be) are all on the floor playing a game.
So what's missing?
I want to say it has something to do with me needing to take time to remember what the holiday is about, to sit and read the Christmas story again. But honestly, I think it has more to do with Santa than Jesus.
I hate to admit it, but I think the feeling I don't have that I so long associated with Christmas has to do with the loss of excitement about presents. I mean, I'm getting presents, I like presents, but I don't have that child-like, can't sleep, Santa's coming feeling anymore. There's no magic in the air. Maybe this is good. Maybe this means I'm maturing, that I'm more focused on what Christmas is about, about Jesus' birth, than I am on getting stuff. I like that idea.
But in any case, it does not feel like Christmas eve. Or at least how I'm used to Christmas eve feeling.
This doesn't make sense. All the ingredients are here:
I am sitting on the couch and have no homework I should be doing. From where I am sitting I can see a Christmas tree, stockings, and a Dept 56 village all set up. There are fresh baked cookies in the kitchen and about a foot of snow outside. The majority of my friends' facebook statuses carry Christmas greetings and my family (and family to be) are all on the floor playing a game.
So what's missing?
I want to say it has something to do with me needing to take time to remember what the holiday is about, to sit and read the Christmas story again. But honestly, I think it has more to do with Santa than Jesus.
I hate to admit it, but I think the feeling I don't have that I so long associated with Christmas has to do with the loss of excitement about presents. I mean, I'm getting presents, I like presents, but I don't have that child-like, can't sleep, Santa's coming feeling anymore. There's no magic in the air. Maybe this is good. Maybe this means I'm maturing, that I'm more focused on what Christmas is about, about Jesus' birth, than I am on getting stuff. I like that idea.
But in any case, it does not feel like Christmas eve. Or at least how I'm used to Christmas eve feeling.
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