thoughts with chocolate chip cookies

i have one paper to write--a short 2-3 pager due tomorrow. that's all the homework i have before the long weekend. i am so looking forward to the weekend, too! right now i'm sitting in our room, smelling the oatmeal chocolate chip cookies i just took out of the oven, reflecting on the past few weeks.

they've been a strange few weeks. coming back from spring break was hard because i seriously lacked motivation. and i was homesick. and i missed my sister...and the rest of the family.

but even though they've felt a bit strange, they've been a really good few weeks. i've valued several quality conversations with friends, as well as hours to hang out and laugh together. i am grateful for friends with whom i can laugh and cry--express the joys and the burdens. this is life.

we've made some more wonderful memories and i have so delighted spending time with my girls :) i think the four of us (sarah, mariah, lacy, and i) are realizing that the last days are fast approaching. the semester will be over before we know it--and no more late night laughs, girl dates, home made sunday night dinners, fab-four adventures. i'll miss these days. i'll miss them a whole lot.

how wonderful to have good friends :)



haha...


Mmmm. this is how the days go :)


this one makes me laugh. we've all got a different thing going on.


aww!


yay for laughing together...


a favorite hang out spot.


um. yep!

i want to be hugged

sometimes i think we just don't give enough hugs. and i go through withdrawals.

i talked with allie for a long time tonight. it was about time! it was wonderful to catch up on life--the dailies, the dreams, body, faith, spirit, soul. hmmm. so good.

today at pcm Rasha gave us Guatemalan coffee!! i thought it was SO CUTE (though random, since she's from Iraq). We hadn't seen her for 5 weeks!! yikes. it was sooo good to be in her home again. Ows was being the cutest little kid ever and switching on and off with us between english and arabic. he's adorable.
she overloaded us on sugar--peach pie, juice, tang, and sweet tea. haha. she's the sweetest hostess but man, we felt gross. tomorrow we are going to our "old" students' house. they called us out of the blue and said "we miss you. we want to have you over for dinner." so we get to enjoy good iraqi food tomorrow. YUM.

"it seems like there's no room for brokenness here..."

had a good conversation with a friend tonight. we talked about being authentic christians--brokenness, suffering, and all--while we ate grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. it was honest time and i appreciated it very much. she mentioned how Moody isn't a place that leaves room or allows for raw and honest brokenness. it doesn't allow for real experiences of suffering. really, we talked about how the church in general falls short. no one talks about the suffering of God. we're encouraged to praise and live "put together." I like how she said it--we're taught to be warriors and so we can't be broken. this is tragically true. i think this is why the integration of theology is so important--and why i so value and admire my professors that fight for the integration (Dr. Schmutzer, the Worralls, Dr. De Rosset, Mr. Howard). Each in their own way, they are gripped by the absolute beauty of truth but they don't live with their eyes closed. They are also gripped by the realities of this world. Sure, this isn't our home. But we're here for a time and we pray "thy kingdom come." We ask that His will be done "on earth as it is in heaven." We're in the now and the not yet and we cry in the tension.

how incredible it is to recognize, yet again, that developing a theology of suffering is vital. it is impossible to ignore. i'll never live the same way again. He's started me in a direction of growth I don't ever want to turn from. It's extremely difficult sometimes but I wouldn't change it because I feel alive. My faith feels alive. Learning of God in this way is changing everything. Walking beside friends through this is changing the way I relate to people. The way I pray is different. My life is impacted in a multitude of ways. sigh.

as another friend mentioned the other night--"life isn't 'care free' anymore but its richer." I couldn't have said it better.

"send out your light and your truth; let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling! Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy, and I will praise you with the lyre, O God, my God. Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise Him, my salvation and my God."
Psalm 43:3-5

where could i go?

everyday when I hear the "ding" from my "ding fare" icon, I wonder "where could I go today?" right now the best option is louiville for $48. tempting but no.

i'm itching to travel. overseas. its been so long. sometimes i feel so very restless. i watch my friends leave and return. i hear their stories. and the aching desire to GO is, at times, borderline unbearable. tonight's one of those times. i was just writing something about Africa. It will be two years in june. can you believe it? wow. two years already since I got on that plane. hmm.

someday i'll go back. i sometimes catch myself whispering "lord, haste the day!" but really i have no idea when it will happen or how. sometimes its hard to hold onto dreams that i don't even know will "come true." I might wonder if i am too much of a dreamer or if i've allowed myself to let go too easily of my dreams.

i like to think i'm still holding on...holding on while i continue dreaming. the dreams develop. i learn to surrender them a little better. i learn to trust a little deeper. and God guides my steps.

its easy, sometimes, to doubt that He knows what He's doing. Sometimes I feel like He's forgotten about little ol' me. It can be discouraging.

new country favorite

"Down the Road" by Kenny Chesney. amazing. love it!!

I will sing a song of hope unto the land, barren and dry.
I will sing a song of joy into the hearts, for you to revive.

quiet sunday morning

its a blizzard outside. so i am entirely content to stay at home. i decided not to go to church anyway because i wanted some alone time. it's been nice. i'm listening to old caedmon's call, which brings back tons of memories from high school, hillsdale, etc. i spent some time listening to a lecture by Bruce Waltke entitled Why Do Good People Suffer? I didn't finish it because Mariah's amazing cinnamon rolls came out of the oven. so i joined Sarah and Mariah in their room. There's nothing quite like warm cinnamon rolls on a sunday morning in your pj's with hot tea. mmm.

i love tea.
right now i'm back to tea because coffee has been making my throat hurt again.

i might brave the weather to go study somewhere today. that was the "original" plan but no one plans on a blizzard. sigh.
two papers to write and quite a bit of reading. i can do it!

in other news, i think the 1/2 marathon is off--at least for awhile. it costs $60! Maybe that's not much for the fun, the challenge, and the cool shirt, but right now it is. I don't really know what next year will look like or if i'll be able to keep this job. so i can't register and dish out 60 bucks. sad. maybe some other time...

man, old caedmon's call is so good. I forgot how much i like it. i've had many "table for two" moments over the past several weeks so i find it appropriate to post the lyrics. its a great song :)

Danny and I spent another late night over pancakes,
Talkin' 'bout soccer
And how every man's just the same
We made speculation
On the who's and the when's of our futures
And how everyone's lonely
But still we just couldn't complain

And how we just hate being alone
Could I have missed my only chance
And now I'm just wasting my time
By looking around
But you know I know better
I'm not gonna worry 'bout nothing
Cause if the birds and the flowers survive
Then I'll make it okay
I'm given a chance and a rock
see which one breaks a window
See which one keeps me up all night and into the day

Because I'm so scared of being alone
That I forget what house I live in
But it's not my job to wait by the phone
For her to call

Well this day's been crazy
But everything's happened on schedule
from the rain and the cold
To the drink that I spilled on my shirt
'Cause You knew how You'd save me
before I fell dead in the garden
And You knew this day
long before You made me out of dirt

And You know the plans that You have for me
And You can't plan the end and not plan the means
And so I suppose I just need some peace
Just to get me to sleep.

-------
enjoy your sunday!

coffee conversations

i love them. chatted with mariah last night for over two hours at a new coffee shop (/cocktail lounge) that opened up down the street. it was wonderful. its such a joy to share what things we learn in life, what things we want to learn, what things we hope we learn.

lately i'm just happy that we journey with each other through life. it's important to seek out strong community--that will not only provide encouragement and support but will also propel faith.

at the end of a frustrating, stressful, and burdensome week, I am actually glad to be where I am. but i am also glad for a weekend to rest. mmm :)

i'm listening to the hillsdale roadtrip mix. it makes me want to drive away, Hallie!!! so good...

crumbs

it seems like whenever we think we've really started "figuring things out," it all starts to crumble. Or, at least, we begin to see how much we DON'T know and realize and are left quiet again.

i'm feeling sad and frustrated.

too deep for words...

i'm taking a vote

this is the thing: i'm thinking of running a 1/2 marathon in the fall. should i? could i?

we walk in steps: musings on life and faith

sometimes i forget that learning occurs in steps. one rarely ever "learns" a thing all at once. and, if it is something particularly challenging, pertinent, or what have you, i think there are many steps to take before anything is truly learned.

many of you know that i have had something of an interest in the idea of a suffering God. this has been years in progress but has especially taken the stage in the past two years. i don't really know why this is. i think that my understanding of and experience in the world are inextricably linked to my understanding and experience of God, and so as I get older, my faith dares to ask the harder and more "raw" questions. Knowing God deeper--knowing Him nearer--demands a lot of daily life and existence. Because He changes everything. That's what I treasure about the place of life i am in right now. As much as it is a challenge, i am finding myself in this place of "doctrine meets real life." On so many levels, the things i've been told and taught are beginning to take root (or, like chaff, are blown away). Life and theology are necessarily linked. Faith and praxis cannot be separated. What you do and what you say in life will always reveal what you believe about God. Whatever you are placing faith in for life is evident by the way in which you live it out.

For me to live honestly, truthfully, and with integrity, i must give more than a passing thought to the issue of suffering. if i am true to my faith and desire to develop a well-formed, true theology, then i must concern myself with the question of a suffering God. the world suffers, it is easy to see and therefore easy to say. i suffer (as each of us does), and this too is easy to say (although i alone might know in what intimate ways I do suffer). so then, my faith asks, "Does God Suffer?" and the question isn't very easy.

In high school i thought i knew a lot. i really did. i thought so much made sense and i neatly categorized my faith. I adopted an understanding of God's sovereignty that has, yes, "served me well," but was under-developed, if that makes sense. so lots of the education, study, experience, and such that has taken place SINCE high school has shaken and grown that understanding of God's sovereignty that was actually more of a flattening than an enhancing of the truth about God. (But this is life, isn't it? we are always learning more, discovering what we thought we knew but didn't or at least discovering deeper and more fully....)

I had that whole medical challenge with my back in high school. being braced for two years as a teen isn't exactly "ok." And i heard enough from both sides to be left confused: "Andrea, I'm so sorry for you, and God is too." "Andrea, as difficult as this is, i don't think we can say God is 'sorry' because He's sovereign."

Being a natural "empathizer," I've felt the suffering of many close friends. I've given enough well-intentioned but misguided advice and encouragement to know that the answers really are never easy and clean. I've also seen some beautiful redemption happen in the lives of wounded people and in the faith of disbelieving ones to know that something is going on that's a whole lot bigger. (to sum, i've been humbled and brought low. i've been brought to my knees. and that is how i've had to approach this subject).

I don't "focus" on suffering to be dreary or dull. It isn't a concern because I am somehow a bit twisted and like to dwell on the negative. I don't really see myself as a pessimist. but when i approached a professor about developing this class i am now taking, "A Theology of Suffering," some thought it was weird, it sounded strange. Some didn't know how to respond. I guess that's because it isn't a "typical" college undergrad course. And it's really not something Christians talk about (and live through). WHY?

I want to know why we don't really have a theology of suffering. why is it that our churches tend to teach and encourage praise before lament (or, sadly, praise WITHOUT Lament)? why is it that we've adopted self-help mentalities that have done more to rip apart our communities (encouraging off-balance individualism) than to unite them? why is it so difficult for us to journey with one another through suffering? why don't we have categories for long-term pain?

I know that there is no simple solution. I don't propose one. But i do offer a challenge. i want us to think about it. i want us to pray about it. i want us to wrestle with some of these questions.

the thing is, we all have many of the same questions. it seems that certain communities encourage tight lips over and above honesty. because, you know, sometimes the honesty is raw. sometimes honesty looks like disbelief. and, for some reason, we've decided we can't have that.

I'd like to see a conversation started. a conversation about God and suffering. A conversation that explores God in the midst of suffering.

NOT a conversation for the sake of conversation (to that, i roll my eyes) but a conversation that seeks the honest truth. A conversation that admits need and weakness and that is humble enough to hope that the Spirit will lead us into truth. A conversation that will walk itself out in the lives of people all over the place.

i don't mean we have to be constantly engaged in "heavy" conversation. but i think this issue matters and i think that it is essential to healthy faith. i think it speaks wholeness--both to the individual and the community. yeah, it matters.

if you're interested in some more reading, i wrote a paper last semester for my Old Testament Biblical Theology class that was an introduction to this discussion. The topic was my own choice and was prompted by last semester's wrestlings with suffering, God's sovereignty, His immanence, and His impassibility. Big words that basically address God's otherness, His power/control, His presence (or not), etc.

Here is a link to the paper: Where Is He and Does He Suffer?
(And, as always, I welcome any thoughts you might have)

Also, i think i'll try to keep up with posting more thoughts i have on this discussion as they come, as well as thoughts raised in the class. I'd like to share because it's been so transformational for me--and i think it has that same power for others. If you ever want to hear more, talk more, come find me. but i'm not pretending to have answers--we can wrestle together! and i can offer some book titles to you, if you want to read more. i can share my steps but your steps will be different.

Peace

mom day

today was mom day. we ran a bunch of errands, splurged at starbucks :), and went out for lunch at My Big Fat Greek Restaurant (yum!!). I got running shoes--yay! She also bought me almonds and prunes to take back to school!!! yessss. It was a fun day. we visited, joked, and had a great time together. we even gave a little old lady a ride home to Fellowship Square from Sunflower Market because she got left behind by her van. She was a dear woman originally from Israel. She could hardly see and was very frail--but super sweet and so cute. She was thrilled that we would give her a ride home (it was only a block away).

now i'm spending the afternoon catching up on emails, phone calls, and homework. then, tonight continues the "country music week" of American Idol. I don't usually watch the show but c'mon, its country music week. what could be better???!!!

ok. i might take a nap first.

peace.

my skin is hot

i spent some time at the pool today. i'm a little burned. ouch. but at least i'm getting some of my actual color back. winters in chicago are no good :)

one more week before i go back. sigh. i have quite a bit of homework to get done first. yikes. and there are a lot of things to look forward to this week. lots in the schedule:

breakfast with isaac tomorrow; haircut with kristen; errands
running with dad wed. morning; shopping with mom in the afternoon; movie night with mom and dad wed. night.
homework thursday (maybe granola-making day with kristen?)
friday night dinner party here with jay, kristen, sam, and friend lilian.
4TH AVE STREET FAIR on saturday!!! hello street vendors, dreadlocks, tie tye, and one-man-bands. i love it!!!

somewhere in there i would like to go to Sabino Canyon and hike around and maybe spend some more time at the pool.

tonight i made bagels!! they are REALLY GOOD! they are whole wheat oat bagels: some plain, some "everything" (garlic, onion, and poppy seed). yuuum. i'd never made them before. they don't take too long--worth it, for sure. i'm excited to live in jenkins next year with our own kitchen to cook and bake in!! I'm so glad to have an apartment to live in!!!

i love sam's faces

he smiles at me lots. and he sticks out his tongue and makes kissy lips. its the cutest. seriously...

good to be here

it's good to be here. as always, there is refreshment and challenge when I step away from moody. it's just natural, i think, to gain renewed perspective once "away" from all the things that demand so much emotional, spiritual, and physical attention.

i'm glad for the rest. i am challenged to think about proper rest. its easy to err on the extremes--lazy or overworked. neither of the two represent a productive, healthy life. neither of them is particularly fulfilling or satisfying. so i'm challenged to think about what it means to be a steward of my time and learn how to rest well. i ask the Lord to teach me something of sabbath rest...so that my days develop a depth and richness that reflect the satisfaction and fulfillment found in his presence.

here's how i'm resting :)

(obviously, spending time with family and friends, which was the previous post)

1. catching up on odds and ends (i think i finally worked out my schedule for the fall...and the following spring, which will bring me up to graduation!).

2. cooking! I've been waiting to get home to try a few new recipes, experiment, etc. it's really relaxing to cook. the other day i made really good whole wheat maple cranberry bread. super healthy; super delicious. yum!



3. soaking up the sun. the weather has been beautiful and I am utilizing our patio (in all its glory: sun, flowers, birds).




4. reading. I'm working through a couple right now: Rachel's Cry: Prayer of Lament and Rebirth of Hope (excellent book); A Biblical History of Israel (for my OT Historical Literature class--really interesting. i learn lots from it); Flannery O'Connor: The Complete Stories (reading some short stories that i've had my eye on for awhile now...); and my Bible (finishing the samuels and kings for class and working through 1 corinthians). it's a good balance of genres. i do love to read :)



so. that's what i'm up to right now. i need to go and get some things cleaned up around the house and dinner cooked before mom gets home.

home again

i'm enjoying spring break in tucson! mmm. the weather is beautiful.

i've had some really good conversations with mom (and dad, too, but he usually goes to bed). we've been able to stay up late into the night a few times to wrestle with life, share, encourage, and catch up. it is so good.

i've been able to spend lots of time with jay and kristen and sam. i went over to their house yesterday afternoon and ended up spending the night. it's so good to be with them again. it is encouraging to be able to catch up on many months away from each other, share life again, enjoy one another's company. today we went to the park with subway sandwiches, ate a picnic, played frisbee, held sleeping sam :)

now i'm home alone until mom and dad get home from work tonight. i'm sitting on the back patio in the sun. i'm reading, journaling, catching up on emails...its wonderful.

here are a few pictures so far :)

OH! and today is Luker's bday. He's 20!! crazy...

to be known

i didn't go to church this morning. instead, i listened to this sermon by John Piper: He Knew What Was In Man. It was super encouraging, sobering, refreshing, directing. if you have time, i suggest it to you (you can click on it for the link). I recommend you listen to it rather than read it. but that's just me :) I don't even have the words or the energy to explain what its about. but it reflects a lot of what my heart has been wrestling with over the past week(s).

i talked with my sister for a long time on the phone this morning. it was much needed and incredibly encouraging. i love sisters, they're the best! someday maybe we'll live closer and i can drive over for morning coffee or she can visit for an afternoon of conversation. and we can call each other sister and mrs. (it's an "inside dream") and share life and family together. for now, a phone call across states will have to do :) these are some of the simple things of life that are so wonderful.

today is a blizzard. we woke up to clouds of white snow swirling outside our window. the snowing has slowed but the world is white. i needed to get out so i went for a walk in it! it's beautiful--revitalizing and somehow comforting. there's great power in weather, isn't there? it speaks of God. the other day it rained ALL day. and not the usual grey, depressing rain. but a full on storm, complete with thunder and lightening! I miss storms. tucson has such beautiful storms. mmm. they are glorious.

i go home in five days. can't express what a gift it is to be able to go home. even though the ticket was expensive, i am glad I decided to do it. i need to get away for awhile. i need to think outside of these walls and live beyond the city for a few days. my family love-tank is running on fumes and i can't wait to spend time with mom, dad, kristen, jay, and little sam. i can't wait to catch up with friends--spend time on the road with hannah and just relax together. i think i must mention these excitements every other post. haha. you're probably sick of hearing it!

this semester has been such a great semester of being with friends. i am especially grateful for mariah, sarah, and lacy. its a joy to see how our hearts have grown towards each other. i love nights together spent in hushed whispers or loud laughter. the best :).

ok. i need to get homework done. i've got several projects to finish up and LOTS of reading due this week. onward ho!!

COOKIES!!

Today we made chocolate chip cookies with Rasha (our english student). It was SO FUN!! Her two boys and niece were intently watching some of the time but curious and getting into everything most of the time. they sat on the table and watched (and touched!).
it's always wonderful spending time with her in her home. not again for three weeks because of spring break. sad. she said that she gets excited each week and tells her husband "tomorrow my english teachers come." this has been such an incredible pcm.

cloth

now that kristen is using cloth diapers, I'm more than ever looking forward to them...they're so cute, too. for a picture, visit my sister's blog. also, there are ridiculously cute pictures of my little munchkin nephew. i miss him! Visit here: McGee Blog

we'd head out west because the west is the best...

"its got the biggest blue skies you've ever seen and underneath we'd be dancing you and me. i'd sure like that a lot."

i like this song. it's called "I'd Sure Like That A Lot," by Stephen Ashbrook. its makes me hope for someone who'll say to me "hey, a roadtrip sounds nice." and we'd head out west and dance together underneath the big blue skies :)

sometimes i have these moments in which i feel like my life is "ready" to happen. sounds ridiculous, i know. but i'm sure you've had the feeling. "ok, i'm ready to get married now." really i just want it to happen but i'm not always sure i'm ready.

or "ok, what's next, lord?"

still gratefully content to be here and enjoying the now moments, i am eager for what my life will look like in...say...five years. it seems like there are still so many "firsts" of life yet to happen. i always thought life at 20-something was so "grown up" and everything would have "happened" by now. haha. it's rather interesting to figure out what life is really like, rather than what i thought it would be like.

all i know is, at 22 its easy to start feeling entitled to life--and what life "promises" (degrees, boyfriends, friendships, marriage, houses, kids). I've been wrestling with how to live true to reality and live with a raw honesty that seeks to live life as it comes--expected or unexpected. does this make sense?

there's so much "I want." i want to live with my wants surrendered...to live well each passing afternoon...
so difficult sometimes.

looking thankfully forward to having a break in 9 days (but who's counting)--to spend time at home with friends and family...to get away...to think and pray and live away from pressures of restricted dorm life. hmm. sounds lovely.

tonight my heart hurts.

not in a depressing sort of way. just in a "reality" sort of way.

i've been thinking about so many things lately. life is full.
does this make sense?
does life ever just "get ya?"
hmmm.

major bummer

tickets went on sale for iron & wine friday. i went on today (monday) and both nights are already sold out. crazy. i am super bummed.

if i stood before you

This morning in church i had a thought...
we were singing "Jesus Paid it All," which i love. and i was thinking about how powerfully i BELIEVE the lyrics to the song. and i just imagined what it would be to sing the song in the great throne room of heaven--the heat of His beauty, the room pulsing with his glory. and i would gather all who know me--all who have ever met me--the like-souls, the family, the "young" friends, the life-long friends. and, starting in a whisper: "Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow." growing louder: "For nothing good have I Whereby Thy grace to claim, I’ll wash my garments white In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb." until with a shout: "When from my dying bed, My ransomed soul shall rise, 'Jesus died my soul to save,' Shall rend the vaulted skies."

You know, there are a lot of religions in this world. A lot. and it blows my mind that so much has been "thought up" to believe. it's a trap, if we aren't careful. we could spend the rest of our lives determining what is false before settling in on what is true. i've been thinking about "christianity" as a religion. what is it in christianity that claims "truth" over and above all other religions? what is it about christianity--the Gospel message, more specifically--that demands adherence? Without getting into details and delights, I just want to reiterate my mom. I was talking with her about this on the phone a few days ago--expressing what I am feeling and experiencing about the beautiful gift of truth and faith, as well as its mystery. she said "Andrea, Christianity is about God come down. He has come. HAS COME. He has come to man--man doesn't blindly, hopefully, wander or earn his way to God." So I've been sitting on her words. I know there's a lot to over-simplify or over-complicate within Christianity. Believe me, i'm in Bible school :) But at the end of the day, I am astounded by the God-incarnate. And we don't want to believe it because its "impossible," but oh my word, HE CAME TO US. Who doesn't want this. Whose heart doesn't yearn and SCREAM for the heat of His beauty and the pulse of His glory that is love...that is grace...that is salvation. LIFE. Oh, let us LIVE.
Emmanuel. God with us.
I would argue that THE great scandal of Jesus is that He claims to be God. We can't believe in Jesus--love Jesus--and love the gods of this world. We can't. This is evident in "big" ways--can't love Jesus AND love Buddha or Mohammad or any other religious leader/prophet. This is also evident in little ways--can't love Jesus and love sin: deceitfulness, idolatry, selfishness, hatred.

I'm something close to dumbfounded as I realize what a ridiculously incredible gift grace is. can't even speak. I will say before all of you: "Hey, this man Jesus. He's completely changed my life. For eternity He has grafted me in and every day He changes me more."

What a life. What a life this is.

iron & wine

may 13th, yo! sarah and I are going!! I CAN'T WAIT. It's going to be a freakin sweet show. they're coming out with a new, 2-disc album in May called Around the Well. It looks amazing--out of print, never-released, and some previously released songs. aaahhh!! so they're touring a few major U.S. cities and the set-lists for the shows are fan-voted. yeah, i know. in a week they'll start opening for requests. it's going to be INCREDIBLE. i am so excited. AND I'm going with Sarah, just the two of us, which is wonderful. It will be one of the last "big things" before she graduates :(

am i a girl?

just kidding. (mostly). :)

i don't own a bottle of nail polish. sometimes i secretly "want" to like the stuff. so lately i've had this urge to paint my fingernails. i tried. i painted a whole hand but couldn't stand it and took it all off. lacy thinks i'm ridiculous and need to "just do it." i let her paint my thumb and promise to keep it overnight. baby steps :).

maybe if i got a really cool color and stayed far away from pinks and purples. hmm. i don't know. mostly i just feel really weird with painted nails.

i think i'm a terrible "girl" sometimes. ha.

in other news...
my head and heart have been FULL lately. needless to say i sort of want to go away and live in a lone cabin for awhile--just to think, read, reflect, write, pray, mull over, and decide some things.
since i can't go away to a cabin, i'll settle for a weekend. and spring break in two weeks.

wishing for candles

it's just one of those nights. if i was in my room at home i would light all my candles. i would turn on some peter mulvey. i have the peter mulvey part down...but the rules don't allow for the candles part. suck.

i'm grateful for good conversation with a new friend. it's always refreshing and encouraging to discover a like heart, and to share a little bit of beauty and truth together. again, hit by how privileged i am in this place.

we don't have these college years forever, friends. in fact, they move by so darn quickly. do you ever ask yourself why you're living them? this question has been in my mind.

something else: sometimes we ask questions but we never hear the answers. we ask anyway, though, don't we? i'm learning that a lot of faith is trusting that the questions are heard, though perhaps not answered. hm. difficult.

the big fluffy snowflakes outside make me smile. they are beautiful.

i think i'm going to have some graham crackers and milk.

a poem

i find you, Lord, in all Things and in all
my fellow creatures, pulsing with your life;
as a tiny seed you sleep in what is small
and in the vast you vastly yield yourself.

the wondrous game that power plays with Things
is to move in such submission through the worlds:
groping in roots and growing thick in trunks
and in treetops like a rising from the dead.
-Rainer Maria Rilke

ALIAS

for old time's sake...



i had almost forgotten how much I LOVE Alias. I miss Alias nights, hannah (we are still the world's coolest spies :) )!!! And Hallie, buying me season one was one cool gift :) I'm addicted all over again...

i had also almost forgotten what a huge crush i have on Will. It's true. If Will Tippin was "real life" ...oh man...





and i have to put a picture of Sark up. yeah, he's not exactly a good guy, but i have a place in my heart for him nonetheless :)
(Hannah, remember the gag reel with the wine? haha!)




I LOVE THIS SHOW!!!

happy v-day everyone

today was a good day. pcm was interesting. mariah and I had some good conversations with our student. more on that later...

i went to trader joe's and got ingredients for homemade pizza. we made two--one on whole wheat, one on garlic & herb. amazing. so so good. we had a late picnic dinner on the dorm room floor--our kind of style :) complete with valentine's cookies that sarah picked up on her way home from work.

i love these girls. there aren't too many more nights for this in the semester.

i'm going to miss it.

oh, p.s. i opened a valentine's dove chocolate heart today and the message was "be your own valentine." stupid.

there's something about music

i just love music so much. i enjoy discovering new bands. i think i enjoy music so much because lyric is so powerful. music is an art i've been discovering for a while. i think i appreciate it more and more everyday. do you ever feel downright privileged to be learning the things you do from the music you listen to? or just to be able to pleasure in the gifts and abilities God's given to people? What incredible creativity--beautiful art! Ah, I love it. Right now my favorite "newly discovered" artists are: Antje Duvekot//Right Away, Great Captain//Fleet Foxes//Bon Iver//Will Stratton//Redbird (the album)//Breathe Owl Breathe (not new but finally listening to more)//Rosie Thomas. so if you are looking for new listening, i recommend these.

whew. i think i'm finally over my cold/flu. After going to bed three nights in a row by 8pm this week i think i kicked its butt. Im still pretty tired. luckily PCM is later tomorrow so i can sleep in. in 10 minutes I'm going to iNfOrMaL--our improv group. They're usually super funny and put on a good show. should be fun.

I'm reading In The Beginning by Chaim Potok. I decided I need to get into a novel again. I am really enjoying it, as always. He's a brilliant author. I think i could be content to read every one of his books. sigh. I'm also rereading The Suffering of God by Terence Fretheim. I wanted to read it more in depth. It's a fabulous book that challenges my faith. Reading it while taking this Theology of Suffering class is especially powerful and provoking. I've been thinking much about metaphor--specifically our metaphors for God. So much of the time people's metaphors for God are desecrated and destroyed by suffering and pain. So we, as ministers of healing, must learn to introduce new and meaningful metaphors that will bring wholeness again. Wholeness to theology, faith, life. Hmmm. i find this entirely captivating and fascinating.

Can a person eat too many oranges? I've been eating a heck of a lot of oranges...

Last week at PCM Mariah and I were invited to stay for lunch. So "our" wonderful Iraqi family made us lunch. It was DELICIOUS. They are so kind. I love them. I miss traveling. I miss being among other cultures. I am forever grateful to be a part of this PCM and feel deeply privileged to enter the home of refugees here in America. I hope I get to do more of this in years to come.

"the ones who wear the shoes don't seem to give a damn..."

currently listening to "South" by Antje Duvekot. this song always makes me think.

moonshiner

i love "moonshiner" by redbird. it seriously gives me the road trip itch. man. I really really really want to travel. its been too long...

reverencing an unseen presence

lately i've been overwhelmed by the holiness of God. it seems like my soul is preoccupied with the purity of HIM and, so, consistently trembles. i am aware of how forgetful I am in reverencing Him. so casually i sometimes speak of Him--things he's teaching, revealing, speaking. The Emmanuel--God with us--is righteous in all that He does. His Spirit leads us into truth. It's close, personal, and intimate. Yet it is still unspeakable glory. Unmatched power. It is delightful presence we are gifted with. I hate to see it manipulated and taken for granted. I don't want the things of God to grow too common and casual. At the beginning of this semester I wrote a prayer i keep above my desk. sometimes I forget to look at it: "Preserve a freshness to my faith."

i love getting letters

that's all.
i've decided letter writing is a lost art. sad day...

mentos remind me of high school...and hannah...i bought some yesterday!

the super bowl party at Sarah's house was fun. i just liked hearing the word "arizona" all the time :) We watched the Office after the game. good times.

it is founder's week. it's going to be an insane busy week. sigh. but i am very happy--this saturday is supposed to be 49 degrees! WOOHOO. Spring IS coming early this year!!!!!

I finally made it out to North Park on saturday. That was fun. Mariah and I explored together and then met up with Kyle. I sat and visited with him at starbucks after she left. it was good to catch up.

saturday night was ALIAS night with the girls. I'm getting excited/anxious because i think sark gets introduced soon(!!!!!) but i can't actually remember. Hannah, is it in season one or two?

i've been missing warm weather activities. i really want to go canoeing. i really want to hike. oh! Which reminds me. i had the interview with Eagle Lake. I think it went really well. yikes! I can't believe i might be spending my whole summer in Colorado! I should find out in 2-3 weeks.

ok. i need to get ready for the day.
ciao