Kickball in California

November 22, 2009

This weekend, I’ve been hanging out with my friend, Catherine Harris. She is an amazing person who I think very highly of and she also has a knack for getting me to do things I haven’t done since my Titchie days. Last time I was here we went cardboard sliding. This time, we played kickball.

Yay for being a kid again!


Location, Location, Location

November 18, 2009

I had my doubts about moving into a dorm room in the same building as one of the campus dining halls, but it definitely has its advantages.

A. I can wear pajamas to breakfast

B. I can tell what’s on the menu just by what smells are wafting up from the kitchen

C. It’s ideal for a quick late night ice-cream run

Yes sir, life is good.


I should…

November 17, 2009

I should be writing a paper, but I wrote 15 pages over the weekend and the words simply won’t come off my fingertips anymore.

I should be reading that journal article, but this new collection of poetry rolls around my head in a much nicer way.

I should be in bed early tonight, but there’s a big meteor shower that I might, possibly -likely- will want to wait up for.

In fact there’s a lot of things I should be doing. A lot of things I should just plain old be. I should meet that friend for lunch, I should be out running, I should slow down and soak up November, I should be praying with consistency, I should be more patient.

But… at the end of the day I have a whole stack of “shoulds” and very few things scratched off my list. All this should-ing and striving is wearing me out.

That’s when I need to be reminded of this verse:  “Be still and know that I am God.” That is: cease striving, let go, relax. In Hebrew it can be translated- to hang limp, to sink down, to lower, to let go, abandon, leave, give.

I need to hear that. I need to remember that I can abandon my lists, leave my junk behind, and lower myself before Him. I need to know that I can stop being Atlas and set down the globe.  That when I give out and my legs collapse from underneath me, I will be held. That God is so much bigger than all of this- than my paper, and my textbooks, and meteor showers, and me.

Forgiven by Thomas Blackshear


Oh Freshmen

November 6, 2009

Given the fact that I now consistently spend time with people who were born in the 1990s, it’s about time I admit in writing that I am, for all practical purposes, an honorary resident of 4th floor Shorney.

This year’s freshmen are a remarkable group of people who give awesome hugs, know how to laugh loudly and sing off-key, and remind me that sometimes it’s the little things in life that matter- like stepping on crunchy leaves.

So here’s a shout-out to my friends in the DU class of 2013, but specifically to Carly and Nina who requested it in the first place.

In conclusion: I love freshmen!