This is a collection of my words, thoughts, memories, and prayers from 2011. These words are directly copied onto this blog from their written state on various scraps of paper, torn napkins, and tousled index cards that I keep neatly paper clipped together and stored away. Even though these words are not written delicately in a bound journal or were transmitted directly from my head onto a blog page-- these words are written from the depths on my mind and soul, which is why I keep them instead of tossing them out to the trash with other seemingly useless scraps of paper. When God speaks, or when my inner soul needs to spill out someplace beyond my head-- a journal or Blogger.com is not always handy. Sometimes I have to make do with the closest empty space of paper around me, and I write as neatly as my shaky hand will allow until it evolves into an illegible scribble reflecting the musings of my mind. I have compiled many of these musings into typed form and here they are-- a peak into the thoughts that are compelled to leave my head.
I felt like I was in an ocean while soaking. I imagined myself in a huge amount of piercing blue water, and I was going up and down through it. I didn't need to come up for air. It was as if I was dancing under water to the music of God's movement.
When Jessica and I went to a coffee shop to do schoolwork, we talked about so many things: God, relationships, scripture, our thoughts on questions for lifegroup themes. We were sitting near other people, and we talked so freely about God. It was so natural and real. I look back on this memory and look at is as so beautiful. God was such a part of our hearts that we could talk about Him so freely, and He interconnected with everything else in our lives. We weren't planning for lifegroup or planning to open a bible. But we both sat there at that small coffee shop table with our bibles out, rustling through the pages, searching for answers. Our hearts were truly wrapped in God.
Enjoy nature. Be flexible. Enjoy music. Enjoy where you are. Tea. Be here. Be organized. Elton John. Be in tune. Be clean. Write/Read/Feel. Be on time. Be free. Be real. Observe. Don't be so aware of yourself. Don't be aware of where others are in relation to you. Use less technology. Technology fogs the real world. Be here. Enjoy here. Talk. Sit. Run. Ride. Stay awake. Sleep. Dream lofty dreams.
I have become more organized. My handwriting has become more legible. I have left a life in the dark and made it an open book. I am working on breaking free of that other life. I realize the importance of documenting my life into writing.
Father, I pray that student teaching is a way to reveal more about myself and my future in you God. I pray to be in tune with you.
Sitting in Griffin.
After morning devo, before Geography.
Reminds me of when I was in Greece.
When we would just choose somewhere to go sit and wait to the opportunity to talk to people.
Why don't I do this here?
Note to Self: You lose things in accordion folders.
I love my lifegroup. In our last lifegroup, we didn't start until an hour in because we were too busy talking. It was a small group; only 5 of us. And we talked about life and ourselves before opening up a bible. Once we did, it was so natural. It was as if we were intertwining it with the rest of our lives. That's how it should be. God should be so connected in our lives that it's not separate from anything else or forced.
I once said to someone that I didn't want my family to get attached to a person who I wasn't going to marry. I was asked by that person to repeat my statement, and I did, and they said it was "good stuff." I don't even remember the exact wording of my sentence, but it was then that I realized my words had meaning.
At my house.
Cozy with blankets.
Making coffee.
My hair pulled back into a soft bun in the back of my head.
Reading a book about story.
Home from college on a weekend.
My dad watching The Godfather.
My contacts are dry from sleeping.
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I felt like I was in an ocean while soaking. I imagined myself in a huge amount of piercing blue water, and I was going up and down through it. I didn't need to come up for air. It was as if I was dancing under water to the music of God's movement.
When Jessica and I went to a coffee shop to do schoolwork, we talked about so many things: God, relationships, scripture, our thoughts on questions for lifegroup themes. We were sitting near other people, and we talked so freely about God. It was so natural and real. I look back on this memory and look at is as so beautiful. God was such a part of our hearts that we could talk about Him so freely, and He interconnected with everything else in our lives. We weren't planning for lifegroup or planning to open a bible. But we both sat there at that small coffee shop table with our bibles out, rustling through the pages, searching for answers. Our hearts were truly wrapped in God.
Enjoy nature. Be flexible. Enjoy music. Enjoy where you are. Tea. Be here. Be organized. Elton John. Be in tune. Be clean. Write/Read/Feel. Be on time. Be free. Be real. Observe. Don't be so aware of yourself. Don't be aware of where others are in relation to you. Use less technology. Technology fogs the real world. Be here. Enjoy here. Talk. Sit. Run. Ride. Stay awake. Sleep. Dream lofty dreams.
I have become more organized. My handwriting has become more legible. I have left a life in the dark and made it an open book. I am working on breaking free of that other life. I realize the importance of documenting my life into writing.
Father, I pray that student teaching is a way to reveal more about myself and my future in you God. I pray to be in tune with you.
Sitting in Griffin.
After morning devo, before Geography.
Reminds me of when I was in Greece.
When we would just choose somewhere to go sit and wait to the opportunity to talk to people.
Why don't I do this here?
Note to Self: You lose things in accordion folders.
I love my lifegroup. In our last lifegroup, we didn't start until an hour in because we were too busy talking. It was a small group; only 5 of us. And we talked about life and ourselves before opening up a bible. Once we did, it was so natural. It was as if we were intertwining it with the rest of our lives. That's how it should be. God should be so connected in our lives that it's not separate from anything else or forced.
I once said to someone that I didn't want my family to get attached to a person who I wasn't going to marry. I was asked by that person to repeat my statement, and I did, and they said it was "good stuff." I don't even remember the exact wording of my sentence, but it was then that I realized my words had meaning.
At my house.
Cozy with blankets.
Making coffee.
My hair pulled back into a soft bun in the back of my head.
Reading a book about story.
Home from college on a weekend.
My dad watching The Godfather.
My contacts are dry from sleeping.
