Thankfull

Well, I haven't posted in a while that's for sure! I've been studying y'all. I have also been very sick. Tuesday I took my first law school final ever. I was however, very sick. I had a fever and was very spaced out the entire time. My mystery man says that perhaps God is trying to even the scales so that EVERYONE else has a chance. I laughed.

Tuesday evening when they found out I was sick, Mochi and Mystery Man brought me juice. Then yesterday evening, during one of my many recovery naps, Mystery Man brought me juice and cough drops and vitamins. He came in my apartment unbeknownst to anyone, put them away, and left without a sound. When I woke up...I found the cough drops on my kitchen counter with a bottle of vitamins when I went to the kitchen to make more hot tea. I opened the fridge for milk for it and found orange juice. I called him and yes indeed, he had been there while I was sleeping and simply didn't want to wake me. He claims the door was open and although it may have been, the girls usually shut it at night when it gets cold. I guess, I guess he's just "stealthy". I guess he has been practicing. It is becoming for a man of mystery to be stealthy.

Well, I have slept a whole bunch over the past few days, and had another final today. I did so well on that exam today; I was congnisent and not distracted. God is so faithful: so good to me. He woke me up less sick and ready!! I remembered EVERYTHING I needed to. I'm so thankful for what He does for me.

I'm eating my third meal since Monday...I'm thankful for that too. There are people in the world who have NEVER heard of antibiotics and who are far sicker than I. They are just lying outside without a home and without food. They don't have blankets for their chills or a nice breeze for their fever. They don't have a Mystery man who could bring them cold orange juice and Zinc. They could not come in away from the animals or get away from the cold or the heat. I'm so thankful for everything God has blessed me with. The least I can do is study while I'm "sick" so I can help THEM later get in out of the cold.

For justice I study.

Christmas

I got my first Christmas present today! My Mystery Man bought me books! I had asked to read a book of his, one of a religious connotation, and I guess he just decided that i needed my own! So, he bought me three books by the same author and, it was even in a box. How exciting!


I'm going home soon - all I really want for Christmas is that. I want to go home.

Verse for the Day

1 Peter 1:3-9

3Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, 4and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade—kept in heaven for you, 5who through faith are shielded by God's power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time. 6In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. 7These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. 8Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, 9for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls.

I'm Beautiful Beacuse I'm His Glory

Tonight my prayer time was spent out at alumni park. It is so beautiful there you know? Anyway, while I was siting there, all alone in the dark with God, I had absolutely the coolest thought [from Him] come into my head. God and I were having a nice chat about lots of stuff. When we were talking about one specific thing, guess what I realized? No matter how beautiful and exquisite the world is [ the ocean, the birds, Spring, Winter snow, a child's laugh] or even the universe and all the planets, I'm even MORE beautiful. God thinks I'm even more beautiful then any starscape. How unbelievable is that??

The creator of all things, the ruler of the heavens thinks I'm more breathtaking than even the most beautiful of star-scapes.


I am His Glory.


Righteous.

Now You've Done It!

You know what really annoys me? When people say they are going to be somewhere and they are not. Worse than having someone hang up on you [or have their phone cut out] is when they tell you to call and then don't answer. Especailly when it is important...


It's even worse...so I've been told...when they turn it off next...


Goodnight...more on this tomorrow.

COMING SOON TO A BLOG NEAR YOU: AFTERNOON STUDYING IN ALUMNI PARK!

My Altar Cloth

When a woman makes an altar cloth, so far as she is able, she makes every flower as lovely as the graceful flowers of the field, as far as she is able, every star as sparkling as the glistening stars of the night. She withholds nothing, but uses the most precious things she possesses. She sells off every other claim upon her life that she may purchase the most uninterrupted and favorable time of the day and night for her one and only, for her beloved work. But when the cloth is finished and put to its sacred use: then she is deeply distressed if someone should make the mistake of looking at her art, instead of at the meaning of the cloth; or make the mistake of looking at a defect, instead of at the meaning of the cloth. For she could not work the sacred meaning into the cloth itself, nor could she sew it on the cloth as though it were one more ornament. This meaning really lies in the beholder and in the beholder’s understanding, if he, in the endless distance of the separation, above himself and above his own self, has completely forgotten the needlewoman and what was hers to do. It was allowable, it was proper, it was duty, it was a precious duty, it was the highest happiness of all for the needlewoman to do everything in order to accomplish what was hers to do; but it was a trespass against God, an insulting misunderstanding of the poor needle-woman, when someone looked wrongly and saw what was only there, not to attract attention to itself, but rather so that its omission would not distract by drawing attention to itself.


Kierkegaard's Purity of Heart Is To Will One Thing is my favorite book. I must be truthful and say that I appreciate all of his works. I'm not certain what exactly called my mind to this passage this evening [or rather early this morning], but I know why my thoughts recalled it: I am trying to make my altar cloth.

I have spent the last 8 hours or so working on my job application for IJM's summer internship. I am absolutely exhausted, but am ready and willing to accept that my sleep will be minimal until Christmas comes. In all honesty, I have never slept here as I could sleep at home. [My father once said I'd learn that home wasn't a real place, and you could never go home again, but I disagree.]

Either way, I have been beating myself senseless to get my resume perfect, my cover letter praiseworthy, and my writing samples impressive beyond doubt. Then came the part that was most difficult: my statement of faith.

I'm still working on it of course, and exhausting is teeming over my weary eyelids. Somehow though, I am embolden to press on, because there is something more at stake here than how tired I am tomorrow morning. This is my altar cloth. I watched Chariots of Fire Today and the line that caught me was "God made me good. But he also made me fast. When I run I feel his pleasure."

I am ready and willing to recognize this post makes no cognitive sense, but I'm not sure that matters. After all, this is my talking to my father and the words don't always have to be lyrical for Him to hear me. When I'm on my knees I feel so powerful - the God of the universe is LISTENING to me, for as long as I would like. Oh the love in my heart...

That is what I pour into my quest: the love He shows to me, the blessings he has given me, the love that is overflowing in me. I pour it into this one thought, the unitary goal of being where I need to be to do what I need to do to BE whom He wishes me to be. If you cannot understand this, this quest, this goal of mine, look past the crooked stitching please. Please. Please hear their voices and please see the infinate depth of the Almighty's love for them behind my tears.

Please.

The Lord's Day

The Lord is so unbelievably faithful y'all. I just am amazed each and everyday not necessarily at what He can do, but what He chooses to do.

First, I see the Lord very clearly in my friends. Last night I was so tired and stressed and it didn't seem to me that my eye was getting any better. My best friend Andrew, well he seemed to know JUST what would make me feel better. It started out as our usual AIM chat, and then voice chat, and sharing music. Then, it evolved to him creating my very own radio station: D-MAN Radio! For quite some time, both to encourage me to keep studying and to make me feel less homesick, he broadcasted from Austin, Texas, right to my computer music and sound effects just for me! That was the coolest thing ever and I smiled. Goofy as some of his music choices might be, nothing says home to me like the randomness of my best friend.
Secondly, I woke up early this morning, just about half-an-hour ago [ok, late for me, but early enough still for most] and I actually feel rested. God has blessed my sleep and I don't feel tired. More importantly however, as I rolled out of bed to go put more medication in my eye, I stopped cold when I looked in the mirror. The redness in my eye, it's COMPLETELY GONE Y'ALL! Sure it hurts still, but I can open it now! The redness is all gone! The only red still there is the actual ulcer on my eye but who cares! I feel so much better! I got really excited, and went outside and sure enough, I can look toward the ocean and the sunlight doesn't hurt anymore! Ok, so it still hurts when the light is bright but I can notice a SUBSTANTIAL difference. I can go outside, I can drive, maybe. But again, I can see! Oh I'm so happy!

I once heard this Bill Cosby routine that one of the reasons we should not say God's name in vain, is because God is busy. True. So, every little now and then I have to ask myself the obvious question, how does my life have such cosmic significance, that God would help me? love me? comfort me? Answer? It doesn't. That, in my opinion, almost makes it better! God loves me not because I'm me, but because I'm His. It's so wonderful. The lilies look beautiful today, and so do I.

Thank-you Abba.

And now, Yahweh, I have some business to be about, and I believe it's yours.