feast your eyes on this, blogosphere.

delighted to be wearing a full tux for work?

no, me either.

stay tuned. something juicy coming real soon, i'm sure.

dear moses

a poem from my OT Survey Textbook:


By Nebo's lovely mountain,
On this side Jordan's wave,
In a vale in the land of Moab,
There lies a lonely grace.
But no man dug that sepulchre
And no man saw it e'er;
For the angels of God upturned the sod,
And laid the dead man there.

O Lonely tomb in Moab's land,
O Dark Beth-peor's hill,
Speak to these curious hearts of ours,
And teach them to be still.
God hath his mysteries of grace---
Ways that we cannot tell;
He hides them deep, like the secret sleep
Of him he loved so well.





I choked up reading the end of Deuteronomy. Top it off with this slammin poem by Cecil Frances Alexander, and I was borderline wiping my runny nose with sleeve of my extra cozy Moody Dad! sweatshirt...25% from the bookstore.

Moses loved the Lord so much. And, he messed up a lot too. Which is good news for us. Because that means that the Lord can use us even when we mess up...Like hitting rocks twice and yelling at them (numbers 22).

read the poem again. and then read exodus through deuteronomy. then read the poem again, and you try to tell me that you don't get a little ferklempt when Moses goes to be with the Lord.

It'll be good to meet him one day.

home is where you keep your underwear

I should be in the shower. Or in bed.
Or studying for that C-Doc exam that's due tomorrow.

But, here I am. On the computer. Thought I was turning over a new life, didn't you?
Me too.

Don't worry Mom and Dad. I did a ton of reading today--all's not lost.

But, I was struck as I was looking at some friends' blogs...the way that they talk about the Lord. And the outpouring of love that they're somehow managing to convey without sounding mushy or unreal. It's like, they've ingested some kind of radioactive Jesus-love and they're literally glowing. Even in their writing they ooze and writhe with joy-love from and for the Father.

I used to be like that I think. No, I'm not saying that I've stopped loving the Lord, but I think somehow amidst the legality of defining my beliefs and questioning everything and trying to establish a firm foundation of faith in Jesus, I've sort of lost the romance of it all.

Like, ok. Ponder this: the first time you realize it's friday afternoon and you're almost to the weekend and you've got some seriously great plans and no homework and the weather is right...not to mention you're having a great hair day. You know, how your stomach starts to do flips of joyful anticipation and you're radiant and beaming, and practically prancing from your class to your dorm or home or wherever you keep your underwear....


Well, isn't that like small potatoes when compared to realizing that we've been saved by grace by Jesus' ultimate sacrifice? That the God that hung the stars up in the universe made sure that you're belly button was exactly the way He wanted it to be- inny or outy. He took the time to make sure that you had a nice layer of skin to keep all of your precious little organs in place, and he also created the Himalayan mountain range.

Somehow I feel more excited for the weekend.

So we do we get back to the romance? How do we begin to train our hearts to fawn over the face of the One that we have not seen?

I think we pray for "more". More love. More joy. More growth. More discernment. More delighting in God and less in man.

Or men, as the case may be...Just sayin'.

I think I'm going to take a day off to go on a date with God.

to my fossil

My sister has fallen off the face of the blogging earth. This is sort of a call to bring her back to the blog world, because I miss hearing her voice in her writing.

Also, I secretly imagine us to be like a cjane and nienie. Two funny, articulate, talented blogging sisters.

Well...minus the whole being mormon thing. Oh yeah, and neither of us have children. Or husbands. And neither of us almost died in a plane crash. But--

Whatever, basically the only thing is that we're related and we both have blogs and we both like each other.

So, come back sweet sister. Please?

Hm. In other news:

I went to the wedding of one of my oldest friends yesterday. She is absolutely exquisite. So happy for her and her new grown-up hubby.

After the ceremony as all the men were smoking cigars (that's weird, right? cigars after a wedding?) I was standing and talking to my dad. And all of a sudden, upon me were the aunt and cousin of the groom. After a brief introduction and the mention of being a women's ministry major at good ol' MBI, Aunt asked the question:

"do you have a boyfriend?"

"no, I do not have a boyfriend."

"Well, then may I introduce my nephew to you!"


I mean, I'm a pretty awkward person. But I don't think that all of my years of awkward could have prepared me for the feeling of being set up by the aunt of the groom at my best friend's wedding to a boy I had just met.

After we (me and future husband...kidding) blushed, the conversation slowly fizzled and that was that.

So, stay tuned. I'm sure there's a fairy tale ending in there somewhere.

;)