PSALM 84

It seems to be becoming tradition that around this time of year I go to see a dance performance. I go by myself and delight in the time watching the giftedness of man and enjoying time with God.  This experience was a little different in that the show was completely Christian in theme and I ended up sitting in between people I knew from church. My question of who I could ask to give me a ride afterwards melted into the storyline of the invigorating performance. Dance- just watching it- has a way of making me come alive.  I cried. I laughed. I grinned ear to ear. And before the house lights came up both seats next to me were empty.  The question of who to ride home with was upon me again. Do I ask one of the hundreds from the crowd? I've done that before when visiting a church. Do I wait with a somber face hoping someone will ask me? Do I call someone who lives close by, hoping they can transport me to a bus, metro, something?  Metro was of no use. N...

It's becoming such a regular occurrence. Lately, everything I play I lose. Now mind you, it's only games that I really care about like Spades and Kickball. (So although I lost the balloon toss as well the other day, it's not as big of a deal to me) What is particularly disturbing is that it is never clear from the beginning that I'll be losing. In Spades I'll have a phenomenal hand. For kickball the other day I had the all star team.  Yet it's in the last second, must have been a fluke,  kinds of drama that I LOSE! And I really love to win.  It's been going on for almost a year now.  So what's up with that? All of this losing is calling my competitive nature to the carpet. It's making me not even want to be competitive. Who wants to lose?! Play to win is so redundant in my mind. Why else would anyone play but to win???? Yet, God has had me praying for several months: "Please don't allow my competitive nature to blind me from...

July 6, 2014 Yesterday as I hiked a trail at Great Falls I couldn't help but notice little man made monuments in the midst of the amazing God made monument. On either side of the path there were clusters of rocks stacked and arranged in curious locations. I was fascinated in spotting them, knowing that some group of people must have made them as a tribute to their god. The monuments caused me to ponder my own life as the words "thus far" hummed in my ears. I reflected on my DC journey and how God has brought me thus far. I so desired to create my own monument as the sun set. Knowing that God has orchestrated and led my steps this far, He can be trusted to lead me into the unknown valleys of seminary, leadership, and greater calling. This morning I took some time to continue reflecting and it was this that brought tears to my eyes... Two years ago I moved into my apartment with no furniture. I slept on a blow up mattress, and when I had a guest I slept on t...

You have to be careful what you pray for! Some things you ask of God and He answers with a flood! Other things He answers with a trickle or a drop and you can never tell what will be what. I began praying that God would give me things to write about for the blog and now before I have finished the last entry, I have a new one spilling out. And even as I am editing this one, yet another is forming in my mind! A friend was sharing a conversation with me. In the conversation she had poised the question, "If you could get an " A " without attending class, would you go?" God took those words and He really challenged me. I knew the answer for me was no. Although I love to learn, if I could get the A without putting in any effort- I'd be lazy and not show up to class. Of course I would intend to drop in just so I could learn something- but at the end of the semester every intention would have resulted in an excuse of why I didn't make it. These last 7 week...