Wednesday, February 29, 2012

.in every station.

Praying:

"...Soul, then know thy full salvation
rise o'er sin and fear and care
Joy to find in every station,
something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee
think what Father's smiles are thine
think that Jesus died to win thee,
child of heaven, canst thou repine?"

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Newberg.

3:20 PM me: i just chatted for like an hour with a woman from church  
  (i'm at chapters)
  (my coffee shop)
  who i hadn't met before
  but i babysat for her best friend's kids this week
  and her other best friend and HER kids came to my valentine's party last weekend
  and she mentors a girl i'm having coffee with tomorrow
  annnnd
  that's my lifeit's like...
3:21 PM Steve: Emily Heaven

*****
Welcome to Newberg.


Need I say more?

*****


"Oh, Emily. The kids sent valentines in with me to give to you!"


*****

I see a friend from church walking down the hallway of my building, where he teaches as an adjunct professor. We high-five and he tells me about his skiing trip. I saw his wife and daughter doing their weekly Bible study together yesterday afternoon at the coffee shop. Every other Tuesday night I can be found wrapped in blankets on a corner of their couch for small group. This week it was on Valentine's day and I made a pink cake.

 *****


Her eight-year-old made the earrings I'm wearing. I ran into her in town- "Oh! You're wearing them!! She's going to be so excited!!!". We took a picture to prove it.

 *****

Weekend walk with this lady. She's my faaavorite... so much. Her family is absolutely lovely and hilarious. (Also, she reads this. Hi Nance!! Thanks for being my friend!!)





What, don't you see alpacas on your walks?

*****


This man has taught our church's babies for 30 years.



They like hiding in the cubbies.

*****


Prayer labyrinth in the valley, open to the public. With this view:


It helps me concentrate. And by concentrate I mean not have to think, as I walk with God.



*****

I stop by Chapters for an hour between classes. I run into the leader of the above-mentioned small group, a bearded, kind grandfather of three. "Ah, I was going to email you!", and he pulls out a chair at my table. "I've been thinking about what you said the other day, about what you've been learning about praying for wisdom in making decisions...". He shares some of what he's learned through his years of faith, about how we pray for wisdom, to make the best decisions we can, but "even if it seems the results are bad, God will walk with you, and He will redeem it all." He stands up.
"Well! See you later!".

*****

Co-teaching Sunday school to the kindergartners. Too fun, even on way too little sleep, especially because the main teacher is my weekly coffee date and one of my favorite people. And because five-year-olds have so much personality.
One energetic boy wants to show us how he can count.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11..." to 20 and we are oh-my so impressed.
He keeps going. And going.
"51, 52, 53, 54..." Wow! And we are helping other kids with the craft...
"86, 87, 88..." "Malachi, I think it's time to stop now," Miss Pam suggests.
"93, 94, 95..." "Really, Malachi, it's time to do your craft, OK?"
"106, 107, 108, 109-" "Malachi!"
He stops.
"Malachi, thank you for stopping."
He gives us a blank stare. "Well, I only know how to count to 109."
Oh.

*****
7 am, view from my bed.

*****

Home from a long day and I knock on my roommate's door. She's sitting up in bed and raises her eyebrows when I peek in with an overwhelmed expression. I collapse next to her. We roll over and pull our knees up to our chests and spill everything Jane-and-Elizabeth style. We affirm we are totally awesome and beautiful and capable of passing grad school, and also that we can always drop out and join the circus if we decide we don't like homework anymore. So grateful to live with this girl.

*****


Around midnight on this night. This picture is 100% candid and un-posed.
But we finished. And we downed pumpkin pie lattes the next day. And we slept ten hours the next three nights in a row.
And even just in the past few weeks, these two girls have suddenly become I-have-to-tell-you-something! friends, not friends-in-Oregon.

*****

Church.
We sing Gungor to a bell choir (seriously).
Taco Bell with one wonderful family after church.
Homework at Chapters all afternoon.
Baking cookies and watching Downton Abbey with another wonderful family all evening (see alpaca walk family, above).
That's my whole day.

*****



"Joy abounds and life is abundant. But the world is also tainted by sin, so joy is marred by struggle and pain... we cling by faith to the belief that God works redemptively in this broken world. God works everywhere, even in pain and silence, and certainly in therapy offices."
-from one of my textbooks, written by one of my professors
(who goes to my church and lives in my town and whose wife has a regular coffee date with one of the wise prayerful women in my small group... did you get that?)

*****
"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart.
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may…"

-Mary Jean Iron

Friday, February 17, 2012

Kindness.

Four of us sprawled around my bedroom til 3:30 AM writing a paper,
and we finished still feeling like we had no idea what we were doing.
I'm clearly going to fail out of the program. Probably tomorrow.
And I have a long list running in my head of all the horrible people whose fault this night totally is.
(Like you, who told me you thought grad school was a great idea? You suck.)
 
 8:40 AM and my mood has unfortunately not improved,
the Oregon sky is gray just to spite me and the inventor of Spellcheck threw his head back and laughed when he pictured me typo-ing 'won' when I meant 'own'.

A sweet friend walks into class just as the professor starts to collect our papers. She takes her seat and pulls hers out of her backpack...
after, to my surprise, she sets this down in front of me.


A large pumpkin pie latte and biscotti. My favorite. As she knows.

Which she thought of and paid for and picked up for me on her way to class,
even though she is just as sleep-deprived and just as frustrated as I am.

Better mood.
And for the first time in at least sixteen hours,
truly convicted that I didn't have one sooner.

"His kindness
leads us to repentance."
Romans 2:4

(I've been told by several dear friends my blog may come off as if I'm always happy...
Anonymous (cough cough): "Whatever, your version of a sad post is like posting a sad prayer."
Are we satisfied now? Have yall read this post??!)

Monday, February 13, 2012

Be Mine.

 Valentine-making party at our house!!











LOVE my life.

 
Me and my sweet roommate,
who is so patient with my need for seasonal activities.
(...I don't think she's gonna let me keep the banner up, though.)

Sunday, February 12, 2012

.prayer.

"Oh, 'twere not
in joy to charm me,
were that joy
unmixed with Thee."

-Henry Lyte (full lyrics)

Thursday, February 9, 2012

And my personality was set.

My mother is a clinical social worker and my dad is a psychiatrist. They spent years and years of their lives studying psychology (insert apple-doesn't-fall-far comments here, yeah, I've heard them).

My mother, when describing how they fell in love and decided to get married, has on more than one occasion explained that they had something crucial in common: they both loved (LOVED) the psychological theory of Object Relations Theory.

Suffice it to say, she has compared how she and my dad feel about object relations theory to how I feel about Christianity. As in, "You know how it's really important to you that you marry a guy who's a Christian? Well, that's how Daddy and I felt about object relations." (That is verbatim.)

Getting into exactly what object relations means is long and not really the point. But in class today, our professor explained it with this sentence written on the Powerpoint:

"Object relations theorists propose that the need for relationship is a basic human need."

Object relations: the need for relationship is a basic human need.

I was raised by two people who believed so strongly in this theory that they married based on it.

Do we all understand how I work now?

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

.theme of my song.



"Thy mercy, my God
is the theme of my song,
the joy of my heart,
and the boast of my tongue.

Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
which wonders to feels its own hardness depart;

dissolved by Thy goodness,
i fall to the ground,
and weep to the praise of the mercy i've found."


-John Stocker, 1776

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Goodnight, Moon.



  



Goodnight fields, goodnight vineyards, goodnight orchards.
Goodnight farms, goodnight barn, goodnight cows.
Goodnight pine trees, goodnight mountains, goodnight clouds.

I love my town.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

.Intimately Connected.

"If we are silent,
who will take control?
God will take control,
but we will never let Him take control
until we trust Him.
Silence is intimately connected to trust."

-Richard Foster,
Celebration of Discipline

According to an author I trust
two things which are both difficult for me,
are intimately connected.
Worth thinking about.

Human Needs Global Resources Covenant, 2009

As fellow travelers on this journey, we commit to this covenant before God. Lord, in Your mercy, hear these our prayers:

When confronted with scarcity, need, and inadequacy, may we be nourished by the Bread of Life and the Cup of Salvation. Abundance overflows from Your table, sustaining all who come in faith. Father, help us.

When monotony blurs our vision and dulls our senses, may we encounter others as Christ did, through intentional presence in daily life, submitting as clay to be formed into vessels filled with the Spirit. Christ, guide us.

When wounded by the fractured condition of Your people, may we be united by Your Lordship in faith, hope, and love; seeing, as through the facets of a diamond, the beautiful spectrum of Your light reflected onto Your holy Church joined in praise. Spirit, empower us.

When all Creation groans, afflicted by injustice and driven to despair, may the promise of redemption root us in the hope of Your Kingdom: "Behold, I am making all things new!"

Holy Trinity, send us now into the world in peace, and grant us strength and courage to love and serve You with gladness and singleness of heart.

Amen.