"back in pink"

The title is thanks to Jake...a mixture of AC/DC and what he believes is an excessively spirited dorm life...he has this strange dislike for Waldock...probably because he's not man enough to wear pink...but that's me. Back. In pink.

It's been nice to be home. Nice--and weird. You see your own selfishness so much more in conjunction with family. And you see your discontent when you watch other people's dreams come true (dreams you've prayed about for years and years) and realize that the fulfillment of yours is still far in the distance. You know though, I'm seeing more and more that the only thing I've ever wanted is Jesus...I just didn't always know it.

I forgot how much I missed people till I got home. I was at a late night softball game, laughing at the antics of one of my friends, and realized that I hadn't known that I missed that, or even that I missed that friend. Being gone for so long gave me a greater appreciation for the little things. Like a well timed hug, or a home-cooked meal, or the antics of a large family around the dinner table, or driving on a sunny afternoon listening to country music with my little sister, or doing dishes. Little stuff that makes up life.

Still though, I'm excited about what's ahead. Excited and scared. I have this tendency to want to do whatever I think is hardest, what I recoil from...and after my initial "Yes," I begin realizing that I may have gotten myself in way over my head. But that's good for me, because not being able to do it on my own puts me where I should have been in the first place: completely relying on God.

I have more that I'm thinking about and wanting to write...but another thing that I forgot about is that one internet connection for seven people means your time online is both rationed and pestered. So now I must hand the mouse over to the singing 13 year old who's been bugging me...pretty much since I got on. :-) Jake's blog should be updated fairly shortly.