20 October 2007
08 October 2007
- listening to the soundtrack "Finding Neverland" (man, I like this music...so, charming...)
- trying to decide whether to bring out the greek Bible to begin my assignment due tomorrow morning or to un-choppify my english paragraph...
- slight bit hungry. in that contentedly slight bit hungry way.
- completely engulfed in God's most AMAZING grace. it is sufficient. it's all I need to make it today. the mt. dew, beef jerky, skittles, really good book, sunshine that's calling my name, great music...it's all perfectly grand, but His Grace is GRANDLY PERFECT (I've thought about it, there is a difference ;-o) ).
My mom has really been promoting the idea of God's Grace is completely sufficient to me these last few weeks while I've been in quite a tizzy over it all and my usually able to handle stress and get it all done hasn't been handling it (hmm, wonder why...). Then, the last day or two, I began thinking about a few months ago when my brain had rather overcome the idea that I could let it all go and give to God. All would be well. All is well. I had lost that trust. For a month, I had been trusting in God and feeling so much more at peace about everything. Lately, I've been busy rushing around, not asking God for His Mercy for my problems, not trusting in Him...the thought didn't even cross my mind that perhaps I needed to step back and evaluate what my heart was doing. But it has now. :-o)
His Grace is Sufficient.
06 October 2007
Feeling the vibrations of music in your pillow is absolutely grand. Really and truly.
Quite terribly upset and tired, I crept to my room after work on Wednesday, turned on my cd player to try to finish these pretty cool Benjamin Britten Cello Suites my teacher wanted me to listen to with the volume all the way up (don't worry, I was quite alone in the house, no one was bothered ;-P ) , crawled into my "made-hastily-this-morning-bed" and pulled the covers over my brain and it's case. It's quite interesting how much of a difference there is in whether or not the the covers are over your head...
At first, I couldn't tell whether I was feeling the vibrations of the cello humming it's Oh-So-Cool contemporary melody in my pillow, or if it was just the pounding of my heart in my ears in a duet with my gasping breath (it's a bit stifling after running around to crawl under a blanket and try to breathe...). Trying to find out, I held my breath. But that just made it worse as my head pounded even more with my heart and lungs protesting at this lack of oxygen and then my ragged gasps for another breath to hold again...at last my breathing quieted enough to tell that yes, I was feeling the cello in my pillow! I haven't a clue why, but it intrigued me for quite sometime.
I honestly don't know why I'm typing this all out. I sat down tonight to write some incredulously uninspiring musings I've come across this week, (which I guess this fits) but this is what came to my my mind and fingers.
So please forgive my stupidity this week. Next week will be better...when perhaps I'll be able to think. ;-)