"Fight Sexism.Shut up and get back in the kitchen."

Umm, no.



...but I really do love to cook.

And still...

This is my city.

30 people died in the flood, and countless people lost homes, jobs, and hope.

"Break my heart for what breaks yours..." is coming true for me.

And even though we are safe and dry on Trevecca's hill, we students are sharing food and water and clothes and blankets and shoes and toothbrushes and shampoo and life and HOPE with our city. Their undying smiles even when they've lost everything encourage me beyond anything I've ever seen.

Mrs. Ruth and Mrs. Bea, two women who lost their home in the flood and who are living in the Trevecca Towers for the time being, told me yesterday that they have seen the fingerprints of God on this flood.

And I have, too.

Creator, teach us what it means to be your hands and be your feet.




And BE the God of this city.

Welcome, summertime!

I
AM
SO
THANKFUL.

If I haven't said it enough, thank you for you.

Chivalry

I'm pretty sure I am old-fashioned.
I can't even believe how old-fashioned I am.

But I'm pretty sure that I love when you hold my car door open.
I love when you hold the door.
When you take my books on the way to class.
When you brush my hair behind my ear.
I love when you're smiling so big just because I'm yours.



Okay, but seriously....
Guys, be gentlemen. It's sweet.

And I'm pretty sure...we all love it.

Create

Sometimes, I just can't believe what God does for us.
I am completely overwhelmed.
Keep making all things new, Jesus.

I read too much

The Deadly Art of Nonliving

"The trouble with most of us isn't active or deliberate wickedness; it's lethargy, absence of caring, lack of involvement in life. To keep our bodies comfortable and well-fed and entertained seems to be all that matters. But the more successful we are at this, the more entombed the soul becomes in solid, immovable flesh. We no longer hear the distant trumpet and go toward it; we listen to the pipes of Pan and fall asleep. How can [we] rouse people, make them yearn for something more than pleasant, socially acceptable ways of escaping from life? How can [we] make them want to thrust forward into the unknown, into the world of testing and trusting their own spirit? Oh, how I wish I knew!"

A Touch of Wonder, Arthur Gordon

New to this...

I am not a blogger.

Well, I haven't been. I've always been jealous of those people who have journal after journal from when they were kids. I would try to keep a journal...but after two or three days, I would be bored with it. Once, I had a journal for three months, but that's the longest so far.

And, to be honest, I just told Becky that one of the (bigger) reasons I am making this guy is because I found a super great template that I loved :)

On a more serious note, I read something last night that may be rolling around in my mind for a long time:
"Did becoming older bring me closer to Jesus? ...I began to ask myself whether my lack of contemplative prayer, my loneliness, and my constantly changing involvement in what seemed most urgent were signs that the Spirit was gradually being suppressed."
-Henri Nouwen, In the Name of Jesus.

I don't want to lose passions, but I don't want to be fleeting, either.
Still thinking...