As we embark on yet another week, I feel I must reflect on the fabulous one I've just had. I'm not even sure I can fully explain how very uplifted I've been feeling. The past week has just been spiritually brimming.
It began Monday, with that mammoth donation from my grandmother and God's elbow poking me in the ribs, figuratively of course.
Thursday morning I got to talk to a dear, dear friend via Skype and it was fabulous. To the creator of Skype, thank you from my core. Again, so uplifting. This girl I talked to, she's a wise one. Her life truly rests in His palms and she inspires me. Needless to say, it was an incredible way to start my Thursday.
I concluded my Thursday fantastically. Bible study and Cru. Let me just say, I love my Bible study. In all honesty, it's small size was, at one point, quite discouraging. Now a cherish it. I love these girls and the fact that we're getting to know each other by getting to know Him. It's always a relief when a study seems to go well...when it seems like the girls are actually engaged and invigorated by the material. It is made all the better when the foursome walks to Cru together only to listen to a talk directly related to the study, which was the case this Thursday. It was just great. I took more notes in my little red Moleskine journal than I have in quite awhile. I'll share with more specificity later.
Two days later I found myself in a room with a bunch of Maryland seniors talking about life after college (a topic that consumes my thoughts 75% of the time), more specifically, Christian life after college. It was good, in spite of my being completely overwhelmed and a tad jittery. I was soaked with information over the course of our eight hours together and left with an anxiousness that I find is proportional to the nearness of adulthood and my heightened awareness of its proximity.
Then came this unanticipated sense of security. I graduate in little over a month and have no plans past August, but I'm getting the sense that it's actually going to be okay. I'm feeling taken care of and it's remarkably reassuring.
I want so much to keep writing about this right now, but to morning is creeping up on me. Goodnight.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Nudging
Big announcement! I'm going to be spending two months of my summer in Colorado on Summer Project!
What's Summer Project? Well, in the most basic terms, it's a mission project with Campus Crusade for Christ. For me, it's a graphic design internship and evangelism project in Colorado. It's fairly exciting...and fairly frightening.
Evangelism alone is a fearsome thing, but what is truly consuming me at this moment is the idea of being away for so long. I've lived at home all through college. I've lived at home for...forever. I twenty-three and I've never been away from home for more than nine days or so. Yes, nine days. This is a big deal.
Such a big deal, in fact, that I'm already a tad homesick. Silly, but true. There's a pricking at my heart when I think about being away from my home for that long.
And yet, there's this pounding in my chest and excitement buzzing in my ears. God has this awesome way of reinforcing the idea that this is right. He's surrounded me with people who want this for me (often more than I do). I've clothed myself in fear and hesitation and He's bathed me in encouragement.
You see, I'm supposed to raise my way there. I'm expected to collect over $3000 (more like $4000) of support...and I have yet to send out a single copy of my support letter. I've certainly prayed about it, but this ever-so-carefully composed letter of which I speak of has yet to even leave my computer (or be entirely finished, for that matter). I don't know what it is that is holding me back. Fear perhaps? After all, it is quite a leap of faith to place my heart upon a page, wrap it in an envelope, and send it off to someone, asking that he or she pay for a piece of my summer.
My unwitting resistance has served only to make way for God to work. I've already raised $1600. Just the other day I visited my grandmother with a load of groceries and, without my even bringing up Colorado, she told me she had decided to double her original $500 donation to $1000. I didn't even know what to say. I think I smiled and tried somehow to express my gratitude, but I think mostly I just stared, wide-eyed.
If God has elbows, He's nudging me. He's whispering in my ear. You asked and I am providing. Just imagine what I'll do when you send out those letters.
Okay, God, I hear you.
What's Summer Project? Well, in the most basic terms, it's a mission project with Campus Crusade for Christ. For me, it's a graphic design internship and evangelism project in Colorado. It's fairly exciting...and fairly frightening.
Evangelism alone is a fearsome thing, but what is truly consuming me at this moment is the idea of being away for so long. I've lived at home all through college. I've lived at home for...forever. I twenty-three and I've never been away from home for more than nine days or so. Yes, nine days. This is a big deal.
Such a big deal, in fact, that I'm already a tad homesick. Silly, but true. There's a pricking at my heart when I think about being away from my home for that long.
And yet, there's this pounding in my chest and excitement buzzing in my ears. God has this awesome way of reinforcing the idea that this is right. He's surrounded me with people who want this for me (often more than I do). I've clothed myself in fear and hesitation and He's bathed me in encouragement.
You see, I'm supposed to raise my way there. I'm expected to collect over $3000 (more like $4000) of support...and I have yet to send out a single copy of my support letter. I've certainly prayed about it, but this ever-so-carefully composed letter of which I speak of has yet to even leave my computer (or be entirely finished, for that matter). I don't know what it is that is holding me back. Fear perhaps? After all, it is quite a leap of faith to place my heart upon a page, wrap it in an envelope, and send it off to someone, asking that he or she pay for a piece of my summer.
My unwitting resistance has served only to make way for God to work. I've already raised $1600. Just the other day I visited my grandmother with a load of groceries and, without my even bringing up Colorado, she told me she had decided to double her original $500 donation to $1000. I didn't even know what to say. I think I smiled and tried somehow to express my gratitude, but I think mostly I just stared, wide-eyed.
If God has elbows, He's nudging me. He's whispering in my ear. You asked and I am providing. Just imagine what I'll do when you send out those letters.
Okay, God, I hear you.
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