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…
life
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…
the ideal persona
i sometimes wonder what it’d be like to be bubbly/sanguine…and how that would manifest in my work. but i’m not bubbly/sanguine so spending time in wonderland is of no use. i’m mellow/melancholy. i think deeply and critically and i don’t always have a smile (and smiling, unfortunately, is how some ppl indicate happiness/approachability. the bubbly/sanguine…
together
sometimes my students confirm my struggles, not because they’re causing them but because they’re experiencing them, too. more often than not, it’s unexpected. our age, experience, cultural norms, and basic preferences are typically different. so i’m surprised to recognize their pain, their anxiety, their frustration…as my own. and no, this isn’t the pain, anxiety and…