am i allowed to read? reading used to be the thing i did coz i liked it (or coz my parents hoped i’d one day like it). and then it became the thing i HAD to do in order to write a paper or feel smart in a discussion. and then it became the thing…
Author: wordhabit
the curse of should
i’ve been thinking about how to best reflect on the new year of life i find myself in (as of last tuesday). i suppose that within this particular blogging context, it would be most appropriate to see how my life of campus ministering relates to my new found age but all i can come up…
guts & worship
guilty. that’s a fairly good word to describe the initial effects of the 1 project on my life. no, no one was pointing fingers at me but almost every talk had me on the verge of tears and somewhat defeatedly asking, “how am i supposed to make this better?” i experienced the seattle gathering through…
temptations
Cinnamon Sugar Pull-Apart Bread, a photo by tlboyd05 on Flickr.
this week’s “remedy”
i’ve been trying to make a habit of taking out a certain notebook at 1pm each friday and reflecting on the week. i call it “remedy” b/c that’s the local coffee shop in which this idea first took shape. and the remedy of this cathartic process is it’s ability to not necessarily fix anything that’s…
the good stuff
i’m trying to spend more time focussing on the the good stuff of ministry, the stuff that creates smiles, positive vibes, amens, hallelujahs…that sort of stuff (as opposed to the other stuff that’s so much easier to focus on.) and this good stuff isn’t about fantastic programming; it’s about God showing me His love and…
a love that compels
all the frustrations I’ve ever faced don’t seem to compare to the emotional pain I’m currently in as I think about my friend, now dead, and the hundreds of women she ministered to in the dorm that I must now face for the next five days. sadly, I know what it’s like to have death…