My life is about to get crazy…and I need to plan ahead. I leave for Costa Rica on June 8. I will be gone until the 14th, only to leave again on June 17th. I will be in the middle east for 3 entire weeks. I am so excited. However, I have soo much to do before I leave. Ten more days until the madness begins.
My heart smiles a little every time I see an old person. When I see someone with white hair, a little bent over, and a lot of wrinkles on their face I automatically think…that person is good.
I know that this thought is idealistic and most likely untrue about all older persons…I’ve encountered the crotchety old person, who doesn’t smile. But somehow I have rationalized it in my head…that they are still good.
This is how the thought process goes…they are old therefore they have truly experienced life. They have seen things I haven’t seen, experienced things I have yet to experience, and accomplished more than I have accomplished.
Because of their life advancedness…when I look at an old person…I think they are good, they have wisdom, they deserve the best. They are allowed to be grouchy and bitter…because life is tough, and they have lived it longer.
I love the place that old people have in this world.
Dates and times overwhelm me. I have to go pick up a student, buy flowers, stop at a grocery store, and be to the house on time. To pick a time to leave…way overwhelms me. These small details along with the entire weeks details…make my brain overwhelmed.
I got the blood work back…and I don’t have mono. I am free and clear of the nasty virus. I am so excited because it means these next few months are going to be able to be lived without constant head aches and sleepy feelings. All that I have to do is take some icky iron supplements. horray.
However…i am making this one declaration…I promise myself that I am going to get adequate sleep. No more nonsense sleeping patterns. I am going to live properly, and that’s that.
Earlier this week I was walking out to my car to head to work. As I walked under the shade of the tree and into the sunlight…i felt it. The few moments of crisp morning air before the afternoon heat set in. I love that feeling. You should look out for it the rest of the summer…
As many of you know…I am coming upon the completion of my first year working with the high schoolers at Kensington Community Church. I have found this year to be one of the most exhausting…but satisfying years of my life. I feel as though I have grown in practical capacity to do work for God’s kingdom.
Now for the exciting news…I get to finish off my first year with a trip to PALESTINE (put in all caps to portray excitement). I am going to be there for a blessed three weeks. During the first week, I will be able to journey onto the University in Jerusalem and begin to develop relationships with students. This is something I am extremely passionate about. During the second two weeks…a group of kids from Edge (my ministry) will arrive in Bethlehem. Together, we will work with Bethlehem Bible College in reaching the community with a children’s camp. I
I am looking forward to watch God move among my among my students while they are in the middle east. I am already praying for kingdom movement while we are there.
If you guys would like to help out…there are a few ways.
1. Keep us in prayers. These are some great students…I desire for God to begin a work in their hearts on the trip. Bethlehem is going to be unlike anything they have ever seen. I desire for everyone to be able to process what they are seeing.
2. Help me get there. Ekk. Along with this great opportunity comes great the need for finances. If you would like to partner with me in this endeavor…you can donate online..here. www.kensingtonchurch.org/global/bethlehem_ql.php
Ok everyone. Please message or call me (248-342-3730) if you have any questions or would like to catch up.
I have been sick for the past two days..in extremely weird ways. I couldn’t sleep the night before (over medicating myself) and the few hours I did sleep where filled with creepy dreams. Tuesday I was achy and wanted to wear nothing constricting. I would be cold, then hot. I just couldn’t get comfortable. I’ve never had a migraine…but I think I had one. My head pounded. Today was less aches and more sweating. My forehead, my back, my thigh, back of my knees, my neck…it was almost more miserable then aches. I have finally began to cool off….I think its the medicine. Trying to keep up with work things…I go into meetings and just kind of listen. I’m useless in conversation. I went to meet with some students and just let them talk…I couldn’t communicate.
I look forward to the day that I am back to normal.
in my little apartment off of highway 501 there was a big lots parking lot. in that little parking lot, there was a little coffee hut. the name of that hut was ‘joe beans.’ every month a new flavor of delicious coffee. i looked forward to each new month.
this morning i awoke…really wanting some joe beans. i began to plan my next trip to va.
I was a beautiful bonfire last night. Some bon iver began to play…and I was immediately taken back to lynchburg, va. i had a coffee in hand and i was sitting on a chair from 1967…and a rather large cat was purring at my feet. it was a funny feeling. over a year and an almost half has gone by, and it’s funny how I can be immediately be brought back. enjoy the music.
“Art is human; error is human; ergo, art is error. Inevitably, your work will be flawed. Why? Because you’re a human being, and only human beings, warts and all, make art. Without warts it is not clear what you would be, but clearly you wouldn’t be one of us.”—Art and Fear
So I work with High Schoolers. Last night we took all of the kids down to a large city church called 2nd Ebenezer. We had a huge party and service with students from both the city and the suburbs. The reason for their meeting was to promote a camp we are having with the kids this summer.
As I sat in the seats and watch three pastors from three very different churches pray for the same thing….my heart began to change. I had always thought that transforming the city of detroit was a waste. I mean, all you have to do is drive down a side street to see the pains of a dying city.
However, as I listened to them pray…my heart started to join along. I began to have hope…by attempting to reverse the stereotypes, interactions, life-models of these students..we could unthinkable change happen to both people and places.
I had put Detroit and the stereotypical interactions between these groups of people in a box…never to change. After last night, they are out of the box. I now have hope, that something bigger than all of us can be the catalyst for the change needed.