just blink your eyes

Time stands still. Time flies by.

At the moment I can't tell what it's doing. It seems like just yesterday I was counting down to my wedding day from 100. And suddenly (or is it finally?) we are under two weeks. Unbelievable. Everything is starting to rush by -- but I am still watching it go by in slow motion. I feel like I could close my eyes and it would be right here. There is so much to take in, prepare for, jump into, hold back, and let go. But the day is drawing near, and happiness is swelling. People keep asking me, "Is it sinking in? Does this feel real yet?" Again, yes and no. Because marriage is something I have never experienced, I don't think I can fully prepare for what it will be like. What does feel real is the knowledge that it's coming. And very soon.

Every time I stop for a moment and try to take it all in, my heart almost trembles at God's overwhelming goodness. There are so many needs and questions and decisions that demand resolution, and all we can do is hold out our empty hands and ask for His goodness.

And He fills us. He is guiding us. He is giving us beyond what we could ever ask or think.

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Just blink your eyes and how time has shifted. I wrote the above paragraphs two weeks before my wedding day and now here I am almost two months later: married, happy, and still waiting for the "unreal" to become reality. And I need mercy. The older I get and the more life I expereince, the more I crave His mercy. Mercy to understand. Mercy to serve. Mercy to live in unfamiliar territory for awhile. Mercy to trust Him with all of my inadequacies knowing that His strength is perfect.

And it's a good place to be in.

the girl with the new last name

My eyes opened while the morning was still young and covered in darkness. It was one of those mornings when you are startled out of a dream and it takes a few moments to remember where you are. I rolled over and looked at the outline of numbers keeping time beside my bed. 4:47. Then suddenly, like a wave of warm sea water the revelation hit me in the face.

Today I'm getting married.

And I heard nothing but my own heartbeat all day, until the moment he clutched my hand and I leaned into his shoulder during communion while the faces of our dear family and friends looked on. We took of His body and blood together -- the sacrifice that allowed God and man to become one -- the sacrifice that surrounds Brian and my unity. A song played around us and I listened to it now. Not the song, but the beat. His heart and mine. Together making promises for our lives that only the Sacrifice we take of could help us keep.

I took his name with me as I walked off of that stage. And I intend to keep it and honor it forever. Because marriage isn't something that just happens when two people fall in love. It's grandeur than a movie and closer than the rings around our fingers. Marriage is the sound of a veil tearing. Everything within you must unfold before the sinner you were made to love and respect, not just on the wedding day but every day.

I love my husband. And I adore the Giver of all good things, like marriage and the sweet man who is in this together with me. And I love my new last name.

"Many, LORD my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare." (Psalms 40:5)

the engagement story

Gather around my friends...

It was a dark and stormy night, quite foggy too, on the day Brian and I became engaged; just perfect for trying to plan an outdoor proposal, I am sure. Because Brian and my work schedules were a little conflicting during this time, Tuesday afternoon was almost the only day open for us both before Christmas and we decided to have a nice date despite the weather. He originally told me that we were going downtown for a later dinner at a cozy little Italian restaurant, thus we needed to kill some time beforehand. After he picked me up, we drove around the mountain chatting and catching up when Brian turned to go down to the brow overlook.

This was not strange to me because we often drive to the brow and talk and look at the city lights. I was completely oblivious to what was about to happen. We both got out of the truck and looked down toward the brow. He kinda shrugged his shoulders and said, "Do you want to go down?" [I'm telling you, the man was as calm as could be during this whole process thus far. I am truly amazed looking back.] Well I have always found fog to be romantic and a little fog didn't bother me in the least. I was still thinking that we were simply killing time, so we might as well stop at the brow for a little while. Before we left the truck to walk down, Brian pulls out from behind his seat this relatively large cardboard box and begins to take it with us. Before I could even ask, "What in the world?" he told me it was an early Christmas present he wanted me to have. Again, call me naive, but I really suspected nothing.

We got down to the overlook and gazed at the mysterious wall of fog surrounding us. It was so quiet, the kind of muffled quiet only fog can bring. I eyed the box and Brian gave me his knife to cut the tape. Inside was a stained-glass crimson star wrapped in newspaper. It was so beautiful. I picked it up and held it for a moment. I sat it back in the paper and gave Brian a hug. He laughed and said, "Well why don't you look inside?"

This is the moment, folks, when dear old Kaysie finally got a twinge of suspicion. My heart started beating faster and my breath kind of caught in my throat. I remember thinking to myself, "He's not about to..." I slowly opened the tiny door in the center of the star. Inside was the most beautiful ring I've ever seen and a poem, which I quickly recognized was written by Wendell Berry, written in Brian's handwriting taped inside the door.

I didn't move, I didn't breathe, I just stood there with my hands covering my mouth not believing what was sitting in front of me. I think I remember my leg shaking because I was trying not to cry, which didn't end up working. I am unsure of how long I would have remained in this stone-like position if it had not been for Brian finally reaching inside and taking the ring, getting down on one knee and telling me how much he loved me before asking me to marry him. I think you might suspect what my answer was... YES! He slipped the ring onto my finger and we both stared at it for a few moments. As we hugged, my happy tears soaked into his jacket while I looked up into the evening sky unable to utter anything, yet my heart was overwhelmed with gratitude. We were both speechless for a little while.

And I thought my heart was going to explode from pure happiness. God is truly good to those who wait for Him, to those who seek Him...

bouquet of sharpened pencils

It's that wonderful time of the year where textbooks arrive in the mail, the calendar becomes cluttered with test dates and reading schedules, and enjoyable things like blogging begrudgingly take their place in the back row of life. Yes, college has resumed and life hits a new gear. But in all honesty, I cannot dismiss the child-like thrill of looking through new textbooks and course notes, eager to discover the knowledge this semester will offer.

When I was younger, my favorite part of school was the beginning of the semester. Not only was I excited about new classes and books, but Mom and I would always venture to the office supply store to pick out new notebooks, pencils, pens, and other delectable writing materials that I seem to never get enough of.

All this to say, I am going to try my best to continue in my blogging motivation, but if I disappear you'll know why. Professors demand a little more attention than my creative writing, unfortunately. But I'll do my best to stick around.

the night before Christmas

So it's Christmas Eve. The tangled lights around the tree are casting a spell on my vision. Light seems to be glittering everywhere. Quietly I sit here on this fluffy sofa, almost in unbelief that Christmas is actually here. Where did all the weeks go that protected me from this special day? Christmas kinda crept up on me this year. I'm prepared according to cultural standards. My gifts are purchased, the house is clean and decorated, all the food is prepared, the family is here. Yet somehow it still doesn't feel like Christmas to me.

Which urges me to wonder ... what makes Christmas "Christmas"?

It could be nostalgic snapshots that roll though my mind: Watching my family talk and laugh among one another while I listen from a distance with a warm cup of tea in my hands. Younger siblings shrieking in delight as missed relatives pull into our driveway. Apple spiced candles burning on the fireplace mantel. The beautiful green wreath enclosing five candles representing the many wonders of our Savior's birth. The music of merry celebration. The thrilling sound of paper tearing followed by squeals or tears of joy. Christmas arouses memories filled with warmth, joy, and the smell of cinnamon.

But also I wonder what made the first Christmas special. I don't think it induced the same vanilla-coated memories I associated with this holiday. It probably felt like an ordinary day. Forget Christmas spirit and red ribbons. Life was closing in from every corner. Demands, dust, and danger were the decorations of Mary and Joseph's first Christmas. They were far from family, home, and comfort. But God was near. So near in fact, they could stroke His face with their fingers.

My point is ... whether we feel "Christmasy" or not ... Jesus is near. He invaded life in the form of a helpless, tender baby, and grew up to become our sacrificial substitute -- ultimately changing the world and eternity forever. He didn't wait until everyone was gathered around the tree with fidgety anticipation. He came on a silent night, but it was a holy night. He came so we could be near God. And that nearness is what I love about Christmas. Family, gifts, cocoa, and Christmas lights do make me happy. But it is the quiet, thankful moments I cherish the most. Thank You, Jesus, for coming so I could be near You, especially on Christmas ... and the night before.

and life moves on

You know that life is moving faster than you can keep up with when you carry around your day planner instead of a good book. My semester has begun and it is time to bid summer a tender farewell. But I am kinda ready for new seasons. That delightful autumny nip is in the air -- and I am ready to welcome this season.

Last Thursday was my birthday. 22 years old. Such milestones make me look back and remember past seasons with gratefulness. I told my Mom the other day, "I look back and see that I have come a long way ... but I still have so far to go." That's ok. The journey offers many joys and sorrows, hard lessons and abiding love, sweet memories and hope for the future. It's a good life.

Yesterday on my walk I noticed a delicate leaf slightly painted with scarlet and gold, and I remembered back to the post I wrote around this time last year about rushing the seasons. I went back and re-read it this morning. It still rings true. Yet, maybe (hopefully) I have grown in patience. I am strangely restful and hopeful right now. God promises to complete the work He has started in me (Phil. 1:6) and He promises that I will reap a harvest if I do not loose heart (Gal. 6:9). And I believe Him.

a long-lost update

Honestly, I am surprised to know that people still read this blog, or at least that is what my stats tell me. I kinda want to offer some sort of apology but I think I have already done that a few posts ago ... time seems to skip by without my noticing. I was shocked to learn that today is August 1st. I mean, it's August! I was actually really excited, because it means autumn is almost here. Yes, dear readers, I still possess my strange but happy obsession with fall and all things related. I noticed today that there is a young maple tree in our backyard that has already began to flush crimson. Unbelievable. I feel like I am still living in June or something, but my calender tells me it is August. Strange.

Lots has been going on around here -- nothing especially exciting, but I have been keeping myself busy. But busyness can become a curse if I am not careful. It is so easy to hide behind it. I don't make time to think or pray or write or be -- because life is moving faster than I am able to keep up with. Being aware of such a thing has made me look for applications to help me slow down and discern what, why, where, and how I am doing on my journey with Christ and others. I have found journaling to be the perfect exercise.

Making myself sit down and put thoughts to paper is a challenge. Some days are easier than others, but when I do journal I feel much more coherent. I bought a book the other day called Creative Journal Writing, and thus far have truly enjoyed it (I am still in the early pages, so I cannot vouch for future content as to recommend it). I find that the more frequent and honest my journal entries, the more fruitful my mental and spiritual activity becomes. So I thought I would pose the question to you few faithful readers out there -- what do you think about busyness? Are there ways you have found to cope, eliminate, or deal with it? And do any of you find journaling a helpful antidote for life?

home again

So after 11 amazing days of camp -- I am home again. What an experience! Even today as I was thinking over all of the joys, trials, laughter, friendships, breakthroughs ... my heart was overwhelmed with gratitude. God is faithful. God is near. God is at work.

Thank you to everyone who was praying for me and the students attending. I definitely felt your prayers and support. Not surprisingly, the entire week held a substantial amount of warfare felt by both counselors and students. I was amazed at God's power to break through many seemingly impossible barriers and He glorified Himself. It was breathtaking to behold God at work.

Now as I settle back into "normal" life, I am faithfully striving to sync what I have learned with my surroundings and habits. Camp is such an awesome experience that I don't want to waste. I am going through a lot of sifting and sorting, praying that God solidifies what needs to stay and grow. Hopefully more than a few posts will come as a result of this. For right now, I am just enjoying the soothing rhythm of my keyboard and the almost unfamiliar joy of watching words appear.

How is everyone's summer going?

traveling stories

This morning I am waking up in a dimly lit hotel room (due to a spur of the moment family trip) where I am enjoying the freedom of this moment. My electric tea kettle just clicked off (folks, never leave your tea kettle behind) and now the pleasant and familiar aroma of black tea fills my little corner of the room. Pulling back the curtains allows the sunshine to breathe through the window and awakes my slumbering siblings. Good morning.

Traveling is always reflective for me. It influences me see in the third person, as if I am the narrator of a traveling story. It's a good chance to simply observe the surroundings without actually engaging in them, to watch people without having to know or fix every detail of their lives (as if that is possible).

But coming and going can also leave a person disconnected. And strangely I believe that is what most people feel even living in their own stories. We are just fraying humans searching for a common thread to connect us to something valuable and important. This is the tapestry of the world. If one could find the missing seam maybe our stories would make sense.

"The people who were sitting in darkness saw a great Light, and those who were sitting in the land and the shadow of death, upon them a Light dawned." (Matt. 4:16) "In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. There was the true Light which coming into the world, enlightens every man." (John 1:4-5, 9)

Only in His story do our stories make sense.

I emerge!

Wow -- I am a terrible blogger. Has it really been over two weeks since my last blog post?! Crazy.

Yesterday was the last day of my semester and I am trying on summer break to see how it feels. I think I like it. Finals went well enough; God was exceedingly merciful in so many ways, as He always is. Right now I am eager to jump into a new schedule and study some of my personal interests.

And I just now realized how much I've missed blogging.

Having a place to organize and share my (sometimes random) thoughts is helpful to me in many ways. I just hope I haven't disdained my readers by my lack of interaction! Well, I am back again, and to the few of you who still check this blog -- thank you -- and hopefully you will hear more from me soon.

time to bloom

I am in one of those moods in which I have much to say -- but I can't get it out in a logical way. Anyone ever have those moments? I have begun about five or six blog posts all encompassing different subjects, but after reading over them . . . let's just say I want to spare you a few rabbit trails. I am attempting to make this post stick.

Today was a gorgeous day. I took a short walk outside just to observe the budding glory of springtime. Color is softly transforming the muted landscapes around me. Tiny delicate buds pop out of the ends of limbs and plants and spread tones of interest to our world. It's beautiful. It's a metaphor for so many subjects.

You may have heard the slogan "bloom where you're planted." I think many people might overlook the bravery and vulnerability it takes to "bloom." Think about it. Winter has snuffed any possible growth with it's frigid, unforgiving control for the past few months. Suddenly the world becomes warm again -- but who knows if it will last. The decision to bloom is dangerous. One delayed frost could stab tender life. Yet . . .

I see blooms.

There is a simple beauty -- a reckless trust -- about springtime. Nature believes that life is here to stay. Winter is over. Time has come to heal and grow. I understand that many of our lives are in this same season. Winter has been cruel. Perhaps we are afraid to ever grow again -- what if we are nipped in the bud?

Fear is our winter . . . yet it is time to trust Jesus enough to bloom in hope and faith. "Perfect love casts out fear..." (1 John 4:18) When the love of Christ has been perfected in us -- when it has mastered us -- our fear impishly sits down and courage rises. It's the beauty of abiding in the Vine.

Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in Me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing.  (John 15:4-5)

I don't know exactly what you may be facing or what pains winter has inflicted, but I do know that settling in the shadows is not the answer. Loving Jesus is about trusting Jesus; having His love season and infuse truth, joy, and strength in us. We can break forth and bear fruit because Jesus is completing the work He began in us.

Springtime is here. Time to bloom.

Spring Fever

My little sister reminded me a few days ago that it has been over a week since I posted on this blog. Please forgive my unexplained absence! It seems that every time I sit down to type something more demanding steals my attention, and thus a lack of posts. In addition -- spring is outside! Phew, it has been a long wait for me but at last it is finally here! I am so thankful for simple things like springtime.

My head has been buzzing with possible blog post suggestions and I am trying to push them out, but I confess my sunny windows beckon me nearer all too often. Yet keep an eye out -- you may see new posts soon.

For now I will leave you with a quote I have been pondering on:

“At the root of all our disobedience are particular ways in which we continue to seek control of our lives through systems of works-righteousness. The way to progress as a Christian is to continually repent and uproot these systems the same way we become Christians, namely by the vivid depiction (and re-depiction) of Christ’s saving work for us, and the abandoning of self-trusting efforts to complete ourselves. We must go back again and again to the gospel of Christ-crucified, so that our hearts are more deeply gripped by the reality of what he did and who we are in him.” -- Timothy Keller

May our hearts become more deeply gripped by the glorious gospel of Jesus.

A Prelude to Spring

I miss green.

My eyes are weary of gray. Winter's chilly canvas stultifies the comfort and enjoyment I love about the outdoors. I miss the warmth. The color. The fragrance. When, O spring, shall you come again? A few weeks ago I began to miss spring scenery so much, that I went to the grocery store and purchased a cute little houseplant to put on my desk (yes, houseplants can be cute). Looking at it refreshes the pleasant memories I have of gardening and awakened life.

I keep reminding myself that winter is not permanent. Nor are the seasons I find myself in. The times will change and already I can see the crocus budding through the cold, hard earth. I cheer it on. The tips of the tress are changing shapes. Tiny buds are beginning to form. I long to smell the apple blossoms and gather wildflowers for the kitchen table. Please hurry, Spring.

Is anyone else experiencing winter woes? Do you long for spring to bloom?

That Longing...

John Piper spoke to my heart this morning. I have been wrestling within myself lately fighting back the sometimes overwhelming desire for marriage. This longing is so strong, and yet I do desire for true contentment in the Lord with or without a husband. But many times, I lose the battle God wants me to win. It is easier to sink into my swamp of self-pity and depression than to forsake all else and cling desperately to my Savior allowing Him to fill this need. But if I stay consumed with wanting marriage, I remain empty and grow more absorbed in my selfishness.

I don't know if any of you struggle with this same thing, but I wanted to post this video for you to watch, in hopes that you will be encouraged just as I have been to fix my eyes on Christ instead of some unfulfilled desire. We can't be consumed with anything but Jesus Christ. He's what we're looking for.



"Whom have I in heaven but You? And earth has nothing I desire besides You. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. Those who are far from You will perish; You destroy all who are unfaithful to You. But as for me, it is good to be near God. I have made the Sovereign LORD my refuge; I will tell of all Your deeds." Psalms 73:25-28

Pardon My Poetry

It seems I can write nothing lately except poetry. I sit down to write a cohesive blog post and I can unearth nothing but unembellished verses. This really describes my mental state at present; only short phrases with simple meanings can escape from my head. Maybe I am stuck in this crazy world of rhymes and verse forever? Hum... we'll see. I am trying my best to mold a regular post out of this. Anyways, I just felt like I should explain my sudden poetic emergence...

I wanted to share an amazing verse that God showed me last week that I have been clinging to and resting on, especially in my current pace of life. I know many of you are pushing through seasons of hectic schedules and busy hours filled with required attendance and fruitful performance. But despite the natural good it is (or will) produce, we find ourselves completely overwhelmed and gasping for unpolluted air.

I seem to be in this place right now. Everything going on in my life is God-sent, and I feel called to do it. But there are moments when I am convinced I am absolutely going to loose my mind, or at least blow a mental fuse. There is so much to get done, and time just evaporates before my eyes. I feel shaken and weak, tottering on this metaphoric scale of productivity and squandered minutes.

But God sees me through my chaos-infused cloud of efficiency and speaks soft words into my fluttering heart. Here is the verse that brought fresh winds of hope:

"Cast your burden on the Lord, and He will sustain you; He will never permit the righteous to be moved." (Psalms 55:22) Such simple poetry, but it spoke through the layers of hectic distractions and calmed me. I was further blessed when I read that the "your burden" mentioned in the verse could also be translated "what He has given you." Basically, I am to give back to Him what He has given me for the sustainment and stability I need. He will not permit me to be moved or shaken. He will sustain me throughout this journey. Wow.

I pray this is a word of encouragement to you too as you work diligently on the things He has given you, and that you will trust Him for sustainement and cast everything you have to do at His feet. He will not allow the righteous to be moved. I testify that this is true.

Childhood Whispers

When I was young, countless adults informed me to cherish my fleeting childhood years instead of wishing to be older, for time will pass, they said, and I might regret not enjoying these seasons of childhood simplicity. At the time, I couldn't fully understand the value of childhood, since I had known no other season in life, and their advice was polar opposite to my dream of becoming an adult and doing fun, grown-up things.

Well the sun has crossed the sky, and I can now only wistfully glance back at the shadows of my childhood, indeed with a little regret that I didn't adore them more. How I would love be transported back for just a day... to close my 6th grade Math book and bolt outside into the fresh, embracing outdoors. I would saddle up my old friend Silver, and fill my saddlebags with snacks and a notebook. Then off to the woods I would go; jumping fallen oaks, splashing through clouded puddles, then breaking through the wood line and dashing across the open fields and into the sunset.

I can still taste that freedom; that safe carelessness. And I kinda miss it today...

Still Alive, Barely...

Posting has really slowed down! Life seems to be spinning crazily around me, and I am trying to hold onto a few spare moments for blogging. One reason for my lack of internet presence has resulted from the flu I caught last week. It has been an exhausting few days. Life was moving rapidly beforehand, but now having the flu has made everything move in painful slow motion. Hopefully God can bring some balance here soon. :)

I keep going back and rereading my last two posts describing the importance of seeking God, and hold those truths up to my daily standard. I think God allowed me to publish those posts to remind me of where He wants me right now. Whether I am studying for exams or pre-quizzes for college, or lying on the couch sick, or reading an encouraging book on the gospel, all I do should be echoes of my passionate pursuit of Jesus Christ. Seeking first His kingdom and not my own. Loving Him though pain and pleasure, and making an effort to know Him more every day. I have to keep this focus... this is where true life is. Lord, help me remember that.

I hope I can return to more substantial posting soon. I have a few drafts in my folder that I should be letting out before long.

Keep Seeking

"Therefore if you have been raised up with Christ, keep seeking the things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your mind on the things above, not on the things that are on earth. For you have died and your life is hidden with Christ in God. When Christ, who is our life, is revealed, then you also will be revealed with Him in glory." Col. 3:1-4 NASB

You might remember from my last post that I shared a verse God is constantly bringing up in my life and conversations: "Seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness and all these things will be added unto you." (Matt. 6:33) Well, this past weekend, the conference I attended had this verse as a underlining theme - seek God passionately, faithfully, consistently. I sat in awe of God the entire weekend. It was a special reminder from God to keep seeking Him, which is a message my heart desperately needs to hear.

There are so many distractions. So many excuses. I have been telling myself that I am seeking God amidst all of life's flutterings, but God's Word has revealed my selfish motivations and infatuation with busyness. I look at the lives of the heroes in the faith, like Abraham and Paul who recklessly sought God's nearness and guidance, and compare their devotion to my own. Does it align? Or maybe touch the hem?

Ah, but God has set my heart on fire again with a passion to pursue Him at all costs. Whatever life holds or hides, may my heart learn this verse like a childhood lullaby, to seek Him faithfully above everything else. For Jesus came "that they should seek God, in the hope that they might feel their way toward Him and find Him. Yet He is actually not far from each one of us..." (Acts 17:27-28)

That Simple "One Thing"

This week is turning into one of the longest week of my life - and it isn't over yet! I am narrowly adjusting to this new college load, all while fighting to keep a little time set aside for the things that matter to me. It has definitely been challenging to my normal daily schedule. I noticed instantly within the first few days that skipping my quiet time would appear a "convenience" in order to get to the more "important" duties of the day. But despite a heavy load of studying Bible content, it still doesn't satisfy my soul's need for personal, intimate time with Jesus and His Word. This is my reason for I titling this post like I did. Jesus' simple requirement of wholehearted devotion is battling for life in my mornings lately. Focusing on the "one thing" He spoke of to Martha's busy soul, echoes in my ears today. I want to be faithful.

Have you ever had those seasons in which one verse keeps popping up in conversations, homework, blog entries, and elsewhere? This has been happening with me lately. "But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well." (Matt. 6:33) I often cruise right over this verse due to familiarity, but God has been hammering this into my heart this year. Above all else - seek His kingdom, seek His righteousness, seek Him. Then, according to this verse, all the rest will be added. When Jesus is in focus, the world and my desires are where they should be, in the background.

Just thought I would share that thought with you all today. I know my blogging was a bit sparce this week, but hang in there with me! It may sound weird, but one of the blessings in my day is reading your comments and beautiful insights on life and the Word. Thank you!

This weekend, (starting today) I am traveling to yet another conference through Monday, so blogging will again have to subside for this weekend. I pray you all have a blessed day, and that God reveals more of Himself to you as you seek first the kingdom. Happy Saturday! :)

Starless Sky

I feel like I haven't stopped moving or thinking since 7am this morning, and I am just now finding a chair at 10pm to rest my overwrought feet. I don't think life is going to slow down much for me. On Monday I started the new adventure called Distance Education that will begin to rob most of my peaceful days and creative nights. I am working towards an AS in Bible which involves studying a lot of Bible (which is the fun part), English, Evangelism, and Math (ick!). But this journey should prove beneficial I think, since God has miraculously directed my path to weave down this course. Woman makes her plans, but God directs her steps. (my edition of Proverbs 16:9)

Tonight I exited my car weighed down with bags and books, racing to the indoors where warmth awaited. I happened to glance upward into the starless sky, thinking how appropriate seeing how I also didn't really have anything to write tonight. My blogging might slow down a bit through this busy learning season, but I hope to continue letting words and thoughts flow onto paper (or computer), and hopefully encouraging my readers in the process.

It should be a fun, interesting ride.