I call this one "Cheese & Fruit Platter of a Poor College Student." Note the string cheese.
Seriously, so many ideas for this entry are swirling around my head, I don't even know where to start. I have been challenged in every way possible this week and God has come through every time (duh?) and exceeded my expectations. I really need to stop having such mediocre expectations of what He can do. It's just gotta stop.
I guess I could start at the beginning. And then when I get to the end... Stop. (Name that movie!? Sigh. Jessi and Val, you HAVE to get this. Answer here. Start on 4:03)
Saturday I was a complete hermit. And when I say complete hermit, I'm not exaggerating in any way. I started writing my essay at 10am and stopped at 7ish pm. Don't worry! I was fortunate enough to experience a whopping 5 minutes of face-to-face interaction/conversation with real people. Yeah.... I don't want to talk about it. This day kind of set the tone for the rest of my week, seeing how I had a scandalous amount of work to get done (I may or may not have looked up "disgusting" on thesaurus.com just now to find "scandalous" as a perfect alternative). The only reason I was able to survive this week was Jesus. He kind of, how do you say, has it all under control ALL the time? :)
God has done a lot in my heart lately, which is understandable, considering what He has to work with..... Haha. Pero es la verdad, ¿sí? (Can you see how stoked I am about changing my keyboard to the international setting?) For starters, the idea of "falling in love" with Jesus had never resonated with me until this week. I began thinking about what it looks to be in love with someone-- always wanting to talk to them or to others about them; not being able to keep your mind off of them, wanting to know everything about them, and always looking forward to just being with them. Isn't that exactly what our relationship with the Lord should look like? He's already written us the best love letter that ever has or will exist through His Word. His love is proven by the fact that He chose to create us, while fully knowing about our shameful inadequacies and sinful nature. And if that's not enough, how's this:
"Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed." (Isaiah 53:3-4)
And this week, as usual, I was challenged in my prayer life. This book I'm reading is SO legit. My favorite quote from this week:
"Prayer itself is an art only the Holy Spirit can teach us. Pray for prayer. Pray until you can really pray."
-Pretty smart guy by the name of C.H. Spurgeon
To think that we have to practice praying actually makes sense. Not that prayer isn't about desperately crying out to God. Shoot, that's what a lot of prayers are. But it's also about God teaching us to listen to Him (crazy idea, right?) and abide in His Spirit. I could definitely use help in that department. Thank the Lord for his mercy and grace.
"On God my salvation and my glory rest; the rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.
Trust in Him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us." (Psalm 62:5-8)
How can there be so many good verses in the Bible??
Aside from Jesus stuff, I've had a very fruitful week in acquiring new music. Mmmmm. Sara Bareilles, Brooke Fraser, Anchor & Braille, a few new worship songs here and there. So good. I'm kind of obsessed with the harmonies in Sara Bareilles' new album.
And that's that! This weekend is going to great. But so is the nature of the weekend.
P.S. In case you forgot, I really love UCLA:
P.P.S My mini-art project of the week... Jazzing up the Moleskine.
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