Hope in God

Psalm 119:1-2 "Blessed are the undefiled in the way, who walk in the law of the Lord. Blessed are they that keep his testimonies, and that seek him with the whole heart." 9:27 PM on a tuesday night. Half a watermelon has been sitting on the counter (and is still sitting on the counter) where I left it since I got off work at 4 this afternoon. Unfortunately, I ate so much pizza this evening I cannot fit in any watermelon. I'm not sure what to do with it. But that is beside the point. I'm not sure how to say exactly what is on my heart tonight, but here goes. My roommate and fellow classmate (in fact, the ONLY classmate I will have in this inaugural-year Master's program) was sharing with me what God has done for her regarding plans for the future. He has given her clear guidance about what people she will be working with after graduation and just really been blessing her lately. I've loved hearing each week about how God is just doing above and beyond i...

So, the art of reflection. Yesterday morning, I spent my first two hours of the day lost in my mind. Aka, just sitting and thinking. It was hard to resist the impulse of charging my dead phone battery first thing, but once I left my phone where it was and had started letting my mind drift, it wasn't hard to stay entertained. My mind is one that runs quickly from this subject to that; making connections between thoughts until I have no idea where I started. Anyways, it was nice. I have to assume my writing and conversation styles are similar, so don't be suprised if my words lack structure. But, you know, I've also been thinking... I really don't know what my writing style is anymore. Not really. I have not written freely for a long time. So I am struggling to know what I should even describe (of the many components and occurances of my life). I am struggling to know how I should narrate. Should I let my mind flow freely onto my keyboard or should I pause and search fo...

The tests and quizzes still to be collated sit on their desks, back in the school, across the parking lot from here. I sit currently at my kitchen table next to the messy plate from which I have just eaten a no-bake cookie. We knew it was an hour before our usual clock-out time, but I can vouch for our aching feet and backs and the willingness we each had to take the opportunity presented: I'm glad we clocked out early. I'm glad my weekend has started. I've been sitting here thinking. Thinking about things in my life I wish were different. Things that came on so gradual, I never noticed how I was being affected. Like how I almost never write these days. Like how some people I used to hold so close are now so far from me. Like how my prayer life is not as strong as I wish.  All things I'd love to change. So I've been sitting here trying to understand why I have these problems, specifically. I think I may have stopped writing because I had made my writing ...