| | I realized that I haven't written one of these things in a while, so I thought I would =D.
Summer is drawing to a close for me. I fly out of West Virginia at 7:30 am on august 4. I'll be landing in Baltimore around 10:30 (b/c the most direct flight I could get takes me to Cincinatti first?).God's been making me ready to go to that big ginormous city to do whatever it is He's planning for me. So umm yeah. So long sweet summer.
Isn't it such a neat feeling to be at church? Like just to be in the same room as a bunch of other people your age talking about things that people have questioned (and still do) since there were people? I'm pretty well for it. It just makes me so glad sometimes to stop and think that these are hearts that exist just to love and serve God. You may all hardcore fail, but their purpose is just like your's. I'd really missed seeing people God had grabbed a hold of. Don't get me wrong. I love where I am in Maryland, and I know at I'm exactly where God wants me to be. I hope God gives me the same peace about Maryland that He gave me about here. He put me there, and I'm so secure in that, but feelings are a tricky tricky beast, aren't they?
One thing I've really been wondering as of late is when, oh when, did the world become so devoid of hope? Ofcourse, the Sunday School answer is "when sin entered the world," and, I know that's true. But, my, sin is so far reaching and damages everything that we are. It's so striking to see all the different ways people try to add some measure of purpose or hope to their meaningless existences, isn't it? We really were made just for You, weren't we? I'm so tired of reading psychological/philosophical books that talk about this self-absolution business. There is no self-absolution. The potential can't lie in us. It's in You. Thanks for making me on purpose =D.
I want to be more beautiful inside. I keep stopping and thinking "man, did I really just think that?" How did this get into my heart? Your heart is so pretty. Why isn't mine like Your's? Infection is the antonym of joy. You're the cure. You created all things well, and only You can restore us to that state.
Andrew brought up the idea of the what if game earlier. Remember that game from when you were a kid? He had such a neat idea of seeing what the world would have been like devoid of all the Hitlers, Maos, and unpleasant events we've seen. While I certainly wonder that sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to see how minute details can affect so many people. What if one person smiled at another or held the door or something? Would someone remember that there is still something good on this earth? What if a little kid picks flowers at a national park? haha It'd be interesting. I guess no man really is an island, afterall. |
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