New Semester in the Making

Classes start tomorrow. I think back on break and all that I accomplished…not too bad. So quick quick. It’s like it whisked its way passed me so un-realistically. I am now beginning to embrace one of the hardest semesters I have yet to face. I thought last semester was difficult. I knew that this semester would be hard. I knew it. But I was trying to live all I could in the moment of the break so that I wouldn’t have to think about it, ha.

It will be interesting, no doubt about it. I will be pushed to my limits and then some. And I will be better for it. I would rather get pushed to my “beyond” than not get challenged enough. I would rather be fully equipped to do what I need to, rather than, when the time comes, not know what to do. I am glad for the rigorous regime…but at the same time–and for a good reason–I run to God. I ask for his Son’s strength, and I ask for the wisdom to handle everything according to his will in my life.

Should be a good semester. And like the one before it, I am shooting for the 4.0. Last semester I was shy by a little, but I feel that if I apply myself and keep in mind what needs to be done..AND DO IT, then I should be able to grab that no problem.

Your prayers are MORE than welcome at my front door and I will try my best to see you all throughout the semester. Peace.


Words, words, words

Your beauty is everywhere. It breathes like a gust from the coast, like a song with the most, it covers all worth to boast. Your beauty stretches across the skies, beyond the rolling waves, past the gull she flies. This word that describes, it works and it tries–failing to capture all that you are, like trying to say you’re as bright as a star…the justice is lost when you’re not near but far. Words, words, words, I wrap them in a gift, like emotion still badly needing to sift, through holes in your hands they fall o’ so swift, how do I convey that a sunrise causes my heart to skip. In awe here I stand, wondering how you worked this all with your hand, it’s the absolute farthest thing from bland, standing here…I’m just a speck of sand. Words, words, words are all that they are, strokes of your brush, hush from afar…

Starting anew, starting now.

Well, I just came back from Passion2010 and I am pretty happy. the illation is due to the level that I know my God at. Finding out who God truly is and what he has for me brings me joy. Finding out that he is a Jealous God and he wants my praise brings me joy. Finding that passion that has been within me all along brings me joy. My bliss is only matched to the God I serve. I can only imagine how happy he is that I am starting to live more for Him now. And I know you think it’s a hype you get with a conference…there is that. It exists, and I know it. Eventually, I will come down from the high. But what if I don’t? What if I make it my goal to not release the high from my life? What if instead I replace my character with the character of Christ and start living as he did? What if I DO THAT! Think about it. I don’t have to return to my mediocre, life of sin. I don’t have to sleep in all day and waste precious time that I could spending with God. I don’t have to replace other things with the Love of Christ – which fills ALL gaps in my life. I don’t HAVE to. Who says I do? So now I am going off to do some errands, talk with God on the way, and kick some fellowship tail with the God most High.