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the saturday in between

in levi lusko's book, through the eyes of a lion he says the following regarding today, the saturday between Good Friday and Easter: "Saturday must have been a day of crushing disappointment.  It was a time when promises had been made but were not yet fulfilled. Jesus had said he would come back. He had said death wouldn’t be the end of the story. He had promised that if the temple of his body were to be torn down, it would be rebuilt.  But he hadn’t risen yet.  All day Saturday, Jesus’ spirit was in heaven with his Father and with the thief on the cross.  But for his disciples, Saturday was filled with nothing but loss.  Jesus’ body lay dead, decaying and cold. On Saturday, the rock in front of the tomb embodied the death of all their dreams and Jesus’ promise of a resurrection seemed absurd. Sunday was coming, but it wasn’t there yet. I’m sure for the disciples, Saturday lasted way. too. long.   Jesus will come back. We will get to see our S

ear devotion

have you ever thanked the Lord for your ears? you've maybe thanked him for the ability of hearing,  but have you ever said "Thank you Lord for my ears" ? today i am thankful for my ears. i'm studying for my anatomy final and here is some of what i've learned: the pinna (auricle) is the outer ear that you see connected to your body. it is made of cartilage, which continues to grow until around the age of 40. then, gravity takes over and tugs on your earlobes so your ears keep "growing" until you die. have you ever looked at an old man's ears?  they're huge. it's awesome!!! so the pinna gathers up sound waves and sends it inside the ear. isn't that cool?! sound waves hit every part of our body. they hit our foreheads, our hands, our knees. and yet the ear is the lucky part that gets to take it all in. not our mouths or the nostrils in our nose, but the silly looking things on the sides of our heads.

struggling with guilt, but receiving redemption

coming back to the states has been great.  getting to see all my friends and family again has been really good for this lonely soul. school has started up full swing and my schedule is pretty full. full with things i really truly love like veritas and adapted ice skating and small groups. getting to attend church each week has been oh so good for my weary self. especially when Keith and Dave aren't buffering over a weak wifi connection (: i moved into a different house with three really awesome ladies. my room is slowly but surely coming together. classes are intense, but i'm learning none the less. spending time with friends and luke has been awesome. the weather has been pretty stinking great here in Missouri and i'm super thankful for that. basically everything is going great and i don't have much to complain about.  except, i've been struggling. and struggling hard. with lies and guilt and shame and regret. with bitterness and sorrow and frustration

a thank you to teachers

this post is for all teachers. retired, current, or future. whether you teach sunday school or middle school or ESL. this is for you. first thing's first. y'all are crazy. do you know that? it's a beautiful, amazing, awe-worthy type of crazy.  but crazy nonetheless. i am not called to be a teacher. nope. not me. no-sir-ee. it is not my thing. but for some reason I keep finding myself in teaching positions. currently, i'm teaching 6 Nicaraguan children, between the ages of 6 and 9, their letters and numbers. and let me be the first to tell you,  teaching is still not. my. thing. but, through these teaching experiences, i've learned a few things: (1) teaching is hard. (2) it takes (a ridiculous amount of) patience. and (3) i am so incredibly amazed by what y'all do. so teachers, thank you for your patience. i'm sure you've had days where it ran out. in fact, i know you have. so thank you for no

a update to my last blog

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in my last blog post i wrote about how as Christians we're called to follow Christ no matter the cost.  i wrote a little on this passage: The Cost of Following Jesus: Luke 9:57-62 57  As they were going  along the road,  someone said to him, “I will follow you wherever you go.”   58  And Jesus said to him,  “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.”   59  To another he said,  “Follow me.”  But he said, “Lord, let me first go and bury my father.” 60  And Jesus [ g ]  said to him,  “Leave  the dead to bury their own dead. But as for you, go and  proclaim the kingdom of God.”   61  Yet another said, “I will follow you, Lord,  but let me first say farewell to those at my home.”   62  Jesus said to him,  “No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.” I'm reading the book Radical by David Platt and man is it good. here's his synopsis of the passage above: Jesus

missing home but finding Jesus

* this blog post has a lot of random twists and turns. so hang tight (: * **some portions of this blog post are inspired by the book Radical by David Platt** currently i'm sitting on my bed with my fan blowing, worship music playing, bug net hanging overhead. i'm covered in bug bites, my finger has been sliced open by a fan, and i should be working on my homework. today i've felt lonely. i feel tired. and i want to come home. i want to see my family and love on my dog in real life, and not on a screen. i want to meet up with friends for snowcones & stay up late talking about anything and everything. i want to soak in the luxury of air conditioning and go on a drive in an automatic car. i'd love to eat a reeses peanut butter cup or chicken tenders. i'd love to wear a cute sundress and go on a date with luke. i'd love to go hike at the pinnacles before summer veritas. i'd really enjoy a slush from sonic or a game of