Be with us

We are after your heart.
We just want to be where you are.

Onething 2010 - 28 Dec 2PM worship spontaneous with Misty Edwards 

 

Looking back on this, I really love what Mike Bickle says in these. 

This is me studying.

I never though I'd see the day where I miss school.

No.

I just miss the library.

Weird?

Nerdy?

A little.

The library is my second home. Excluding sleeping, I honestly think I spend more time there during the week than in my own apartment. Now I'm HOME home, and there is no library. I'm lost. I can't concentrate, when I really need to. You know those people that "work from home"? That could never, ever be me. 

Life goal: have my own library.

Okay, yes...I have a miniature "library" some might say, it consists of one bookcase.  That's not the type of library I'm thinking of. I'm talking, an ENTIRE wall of books. Mmm, that would be so nice. 

I wish I had more time to read what I want to read. Which would not be chemistry textbooks. 

Oh, and the library contains my study group. Who could not be happy with them around? Look at em!

Why did I choose such a difficult major? Ehh, doctoral candidate. 

Well, time to get back to it...

I am pretty horrible at this.


I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself.


I'll let you know if I have something worth sharing.

Jesus is_____.

Finish the sentence...

The possibilities are endless. 

JESUS IS ___. from The City Church on Vimeo.

I came across a new website last week.  Jesus-is.org.  I've found myself continually having this site up on a tab whenever my computer is turned on, and I will just sit there and watch the change up of the boxes.  I love that Jesus is something different for each and every person.  We all have our own, personal, relationship with Jesus. My problem is...I need more than one box. 

Here are some that stuck out to me:

Jesus is never far.

Jesus is answering my prayers.

Jesus is father.

Jesus is especially fond of me.

Jesus is righteousness.

Jesus is alive.
Jesus is radiant.

Jesus is who you need to submit to.

Jesus is loving people through people.

Jesus is changing my perspective.

Jesus is my savior.

Jesus is with me.

Jesus is all I ever need

Jesus is the one who can heal all broken hearts.

Jesus is preparing a place for me.

Jesus is a miracle maker.

Jesus is more than enough.

Jesus is my focus.

Jesus is the author of my soul.

Jesus is everything in this life worth living for.

No amount of words could ever suffice to explain what Jesus is to me.   

"The love of God is greater far than tongue or pen could ever tell"

Fork in the Road

Lately I have been thinking about decisions we make in life and how they shape who we become. Each and every choice we make sort of results in a new person if you think about it. If I had taken the other option, how would my life be different right now?


What if I never went to Ferris?
What if I never met my best friend?
What if my parents never got divorced?
What if I never knew Jesus?
What if I never went on my trip to Zambia?

The lists literally goes on and on, and it will continue to do so.
It bewilders me to think of what type of person I would have become.
Sometimes I think I would be "happier", other times not.
The one thing I do know for sure though is this...

"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28

Time Well Spent

I honestly think I could read all day.
I go to the park with a blanket and a drink, lay underneath my usual tree, and can read uninterrupted for hours.

My current read:
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Yes, hello?

And this is how we are going to start this thing off...

Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends.

Love Shel Silverstein. Wish I owned one of his books. 

I am wanting to get more into reading poetry nowadays, so if anyone has any suggestions they would be most welcomed and appreciated.