Tuesday, December 13, 2005

A Mystery

So, good readers, I put up a hits counter in the wee hours of this morning, and have recieved 36 hits. Since I've only visited four times at the most, I am completely mystified as to how I got 32 other hits. Anyone care to enlighten me? According to the comment evidence, the only person to stop by was Amy. Or maybe I haven't said anything worth commenting? Any assistance in the solvation (yes, that's a word, I just made it one) of this mystery would be much appreciated. :-)

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Perspective

This is no ordinary day, no ordinary life I'm living
This is no ordinary day, no ordinary life I'm living
For You appear to me in the ordinary
....
You love these things that most would despise
That's not very ordinary --Late Tuesday

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Places...

The other day I was filling out yet another "about me" form, an exercise which can be quite frustrating for someone to whom words are important (me). How can I fit my soul into the confines of a tiny black and white box? If I wrote forever, I still would feel like I hadn't accomplished it. So each new "about me" holds a small portion of my soul and, were you to put them all together, you might get a glimpse...

This one asked for some of my favorite things/places/food/whatever. The favorite places one really got me thinking, and this is part of what I wrote:

"Places full of life and love...and places needing life and love..."

Images crowd in for both. Home, church, friends' houses, Barkley Starbucks, etc--full of life and love, and for that I appreciate and love them. Yet the second thought strikes more poignantly.

Tonight, after Skid Row, we drove back the slow way. Through LA, into Hollywood, up Sunset Boulevard, down Santa Monica...can your heart break for a place? Because I think mine did tonight. This whole city, so vast and needy, thinking that it is full of life and love, yet seeking so desperately for it at the same time. The life it offers sparkles while it is far off, but close up shows its true gruesomeness. The love it offers turns out to be not love at all, but power and position and lust and jealousy and a thousand uglinesses. If only they could see how close the true love and life is! But their eyes are so blind to all save their seeking...they don't see the cure. And it's terrible yet majestic in this glimpse given of God's justice and holiness. And, tonight, my heart aches for LA.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Stream of [My] Consciousness

It's finally raining and it's so delicious! It makes me wish for home more--but there snow, not rain, may await. Only two weeks until I fly home!

Two weeks...and so much to be done. Tests, papers, projects, parties, meetings, packing, phonecalls, babysitting, tutoring, shopping, cleaning, spending some time with friends, going to one more concert, playing in the championship flag football game, going to Skid Row, somehow finding time to sleep and eat...I'm worn out just thinking about it all. Oh well, "I'll sleep when I'm dead," right?

Right now I'm in Amanda's room. We were going to watch a movie, but that never happened. Now I'm getting a familiar rumbling in my stomach and making plans to go to Subway with my roommate. This evening we're going to watch Pride and Prejudice with her boyfriend and maybe Aaron. I've only heard good reviews of the movie, so I'm looking forward to it. My last birthday fling before settling into the finals grind. :-)