Need to Digest
I should be finishing my English reading assignment right now. But my thoughts are all-a-jumble. Which makes it pretty much impossible to concentrate if I don't give them an outlet. Yes, I'm about to ramble. That's your cue to run for the hills.
I had the awesome privilage of going with the BCM gang to Camp McCall this weekend for Katartidzo, our fall retreat. For two years, I found some way to miss out on that for reasons that aren't worth discussing in this time frame. I'm not interested in dwelling on the past or wishing things happened differently than they did. God's great will covers every portion of our lives: past, present, and future. I'm trying real hard to wrap my arms around that.
I'll try to keep this in staccato format. Off we go...
- I got to drive one of the vans. My little guardian angel got to hang from a new vehicle.
- HIS Radio Shara-Thon. I understand it, but I still don't like to listen to it. Especially not when the radio anchors get caught up in that instead of the music.
- Big shout-out to my amigos of Team Purple: Elloa, Emily, Hudson, and the others. The time and conversations we shared will make me laugh and reflect for a long time to come.
- We had a great Bible charades event planned, but it fell through. Tragic.
- I played a game of "PONY" on the basketball court with TJ, Lauren, Jen Wilder, Chris, and others. Think of "HORSE," except with a different name. What was funny was none of us paid attention to how many letters we piled up upon missing shots. We were too busy laughing and goofing around and having a good time. Not a bad trade-off, if you ask me.
- Rodney Norvell is a wise counselor. I love his advice.
- Yesterday morning at breakfast, I was reminded why I quit drinking orange juice. Peel off the top. Pour into cup. Drink it down. Spend the next hour feeling like I'm passing a kidney stone. It's probably the acidic content.
- Quiet time. Alone. The mountains... ... ... PRAISE GOD!
- I filled up about 70 water balloons yesterday in preparation for our afternoon Mega Relay. Got so caught up in it that I nearly missed lunch.
- If you ever meet Anna Lovett, you absolutely MUST get her to teach you the "Freedom Dance!" I promise you will not regret it! Yes, you will look ridiculous, silly, absurd, and undignified. And that's the whole point. "Where the Spirit of the Lord is, THERE! IS! FREEDOM!" Bonus if you get Elloa Lee to dance around with her drum.
- Good news: Furman 44, Hofstra 41, in overtime
- Bad news: Boston College 16, Clemson 13, also in overtime
- Field Fest. I learned quite a few things out there. I have no sense of direction in crab soccer. Water balloons are more bouncy than I thought (and they pop in the heat). I can run at close to full speed with an ice cube on a plastic spoon hanging from my mouth and not drop it. I can do maybe half of that with a wet sponge and a foam cup of leaking water. Laying on top of a T-shirt encased in an ice block to thaw it out feels unbelievably good. Trash buckets make for good shielding against water balloon attacks.
- Lemonade was served at dinner last night. Sweetest drink I've ever tasted. In more ways than the obvious.
- I was in tears when we did the hour of praise and worship. That doesn't happen for me too often, but I just couldn't hold it back (and didn't want to). Just overwhelmed by the presence of God.
- Lauren Harris is a ping-pong pro-player (yay for alliteration).
- The bonfire. Another major highlight. I got to explain the whole "Sandlot" exchange to Will Swinson. ("You're killing me, Smalls!") I sat in a corner with Chris and Jessie as we sang a whole bunch of songs as the fire burned down and the wind rustled through the trees around us. Chris had a song he wanted to do, but he spent the entire night trying to remember it. Finally, it hit him. "Here I Am to Worship." A perfect way to finish it.
- Don't take detours through the woods at night. Especially if you're going uphill.
- I woke up at 6:00 this morning without my alarm. Now if only I could do that at Furman...
- Fresh-baked blueberry muffins for breakfast will put a smile on your face. Or failing that, they'll fill up your stomach with warmth.
- Make Anna laugh. Then keep making her laugh. You'll know to stop when she turns purple in the face or starts rolling on the floor. You might need to remind her to breathe.
- Say "Paris" to Will. Don't ask why. Just do it. :)
- I nearly backed the van into the edge of the wooden fence leading to the dining room. Fortunately, that was the only drama to come of my van-driving experience. And a big reason I asked Lauren to pray for me driving back.
Yes, I absolutely loved Katartidzo. I'm glad beyond words I was able to go. I experienced whole new depths of God's majesty and grace. Many new friends and acquaintences-but-soon-to-be-friends were made. I felt myself challenged and soaked in the presence of God. Lord, may You help me to keep that fire going here at Furman.
Whew. I've digested now. Guess it's time to get back to English phonemes...
Song of the Day: Matt Redman - "Facedown"
Verse of the Day: "It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery." - Galatians 5:1
I had the awesome privilage of going with the BCM gang to Camp McCall this weekend for Katartidzo, our fall retreat. For two years, I found some way to miss out on that for reasons that aren't worth discussing in this time frame. I'm not interested in dwelling on the past or wishing things happened differently than they did. God's great will covers every portion of our lives: past, present, and future. I'm trying real hard to wrap my arms around that.
I'll try to keep this in staccato format. Off we go...
- I got to drive one of the vans. My little guardian angel got to hang from a new vehicle.
- HIS Radio Shara-Thon. I understand it, but I still don't like to listen to it. Especially not when the radio anchors get caught up in that instead of the music.
- Big shout-out to my amigos of Team Purple: Elloa, Emily, Hudson, and the others. The time and conversations we shared will make me laugh and reflect for a long time to come.
- We had a great Bible charades event planned, but it fell through. Tragic.
- I played a game of "PONY" on the basketball court with TJ, Lauren, Jen Wilder, Chris, and others. Think of "HORSE," except with a different name. What was funny was none of us paid attention to how many letters we piled up upon missing shots. We were too busy laughing and goofing around and having a good time. Not a bad trade-off, if you ask me.
- Rodney Norvell is a wise counselor. I love his advice.
- Yesterday morning at breakfast, I was reminded why I quit drinking orange juice. Peel off the top. Pour into cup. Drink it down. Spend the next hour feeling like I'm passing a kidney stone. It's probably the acidic content.
- Quiet time. Alone. The mountains... ... ... PRAISE GOD!
- I filled up about 70 water balloons yesterday in preparation for our afternoon Mega Relay. Got so caught up in it that I nearly missed lunch.
- If you ever meet Anna Lovett, you absolutely MUST get her to teach you the "Freedom Dance!" I promise you will not regret it! Yes, you will look ridiculous, silly, absurd, and undignified. And that's the whole point. "Where the Spirit of the Lord is, THERE! IS! FREEDOM!" Bonus if you get Elloa Lee to dance around with her drum.
- Good news: Furman 44, Hofstra 41, in overtime
- Bad news: Boston College 16, Clemson 13, also in overtime
- Field Fest. I learned quite a few things out there. I have no sense of direction in crab soccer. Water balloons are more bouncy than I thought (and they pop in the heat). I can run at close to full speed with an ice cube on a plastic spoon hanging from my mouth and not drop it. I can do maybe half of that with a wet sponge and a foam cup of leaking water. Laying on top of a T-shirt encased in an ice block to thaw it out feels unbelievably good. Trash buckets make for good shielding against water balloon attacks.
- Lemonade was served at dinner last night. Sweetest drink I've ever tasted. In more ways than the obvious.
- I was in tears when we did the hour of praise and worship. That doesn't happen for me too often, but I just couldn't hold it back (and didn't want to). Just overwhelmed by the presence of God.
- Lauren Harris is a ping-pong pro-player (yay for alliteration).
- The bonfire. Another major highlight. I got to explain the whole "Sandlot" exchange to Will Swinson. ("You're killing me, Smalls!") I sat in a corner with Chris and Jessie as we sang a whole bunch of songs as the fire burned down and the wind rustled through the trees around us. Chris had a song he wanted to do, but he spent the entire night trying to remember it. Finally, it hit him. "Here I Am to Worship." A perfect way to finish it.
- Don't take detours through the woods at night. Especially if you're going uphill.
- I woke up at 6:00 this morning without my alarm. Now if only I could do that at Furman...
- Fresh-baked blueberry muffins for breakfast will put a smile on your face. Or failing that, they'll fill up your stomach with warmth.
- Make Anna laugh. Then keep making her laugh. You'll know to stop when she turns purple in the face or starts rolling on the floor. You might need to remind her to breathe.
- Say "Paris" to Will. Don't ask why. Just do it. :)
- I nearly backed the van into the edge of the wooden fence leading to the dining room. Fortunately, that was the only drama to come of my van-driving experience. And a big reason I asked Lauren to pray for me driving back.
Yes, I absolutely loved Katartidzo. I'm glad beyond words I was able to go. I experienced whole new depths of God's majesty and grace. Many new friends and acquaintences-but-soon-to-be-friends were made. I felt myself challenged and soaked in the presence of God. Lord, may You help me to keep that fire going here at Furman.
Whew. I've digested now. Guess it's time to get back to English phonemes...
Song of the Day: Matt Redman - "Facedown"
Verse of the Day: "It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery." - Galatians 5:1
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