As always, I should have started earlier.

*Pushes button for panic mode*

*Initiate panic dance*

!!!!

I have a bone to pick with all you fine, learned lawyers/law students/academics who write lengthy papers on criminal policies + theories. OMG can’t simple non-convoluted language be used to put a simple point across?! Essay. due. in. two. days. still. don’t. know. what. the. heck. these. papers. are. trying. to. saaaay. All these circular arguments ): It’s like… they… they… they’re sneering at this poor criminology student saying “har har, you’re no alan shore. you suck.”

I’m just kidding. Sort of.

On a more serious, non-whingey note though, haha, whatever time not spent thinking about my essays, has been spent thinking about LTC. I feel God has been expanding my mind, opening my eyes and and poking at my heart to stop focusing on my inadequacies and to see beyond myself.  It’s like, trying to see the participants through God’s eyes e.g. I wonder if they realise the how much value God puts on each of their lives. Yeah, plus a whole hoard of other stuff I shan’t elaborate on. ALSO! Meh, LTC retreat is sandwiched just between my two majormajor essays; I’m afraid I won’t be fully rested/prepared/ready for it! Been trying to prepare my heart by taking more time off to pray for fac+participants, butbut I already feel so saturated with that deep-bone weariness. Deep-bone weariness = barely being able to muster a smile to anyone in the past two weeks. Oh noooo what to doooo? *weary semi-panic-dance*

Anybellyhoo, I feeling like gorging on almond croissants. And… a big meaty burger (Andrew’s burgers and Grill’d!). And a buttery cookie. And a huge bowl of rice. Or like, baked potato with bacon bits. (Hi, my name is soandso, and I’m a carb addict). Klow, your post on Arnotts biscuits and Danish tins!!! Made me feel all greedy + nostalgic. Haha, I used to only eat the pretzel looking ones crusted with sugar. Then when those were all gone, I would move on to the rectangular ones crusted with sugar. I never liked the plain ones. Haha, see krys, if we shared a tin we’d both be happy.

Today’s lesson

Today, I learnt about Honesty.

Honesty before man, but also more importantly, before God.

I learn so much from the girls & women around me. It’s kinda obvious when a girl is God-fearing. It shines through in her speech and manner. Soft, yet strong.

So grateful for sisters in Christ.

Learning still.

Mis – (insert verb)

“Ask me no questions, and I’ll tell you no lies”
- Oliver Goldsmith

Misheard lyrics (august will pass! haha), misinterpretation, missteps, misdirection. Brooke Fraser was right on the money when she wrote “show me how I should live this” in ‘Faithful’. Ah well,

Philippians 3:13-15

13 Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 14 I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.

15 All of us who are mature should take such a view of things. And if on some point you think differently, that too God will make clear to you.

Exciting things ahead! Oh anybellyhoo, not to continue being emo or anything… but hey look at this Greg Leswall song! ‘It’s been a year’! Hits where it hurt(s). Heh. I like him. A little Janove Ottesen, a little Jose González, a little Rob Thomas/Matchbox 20, a little Counting Crows. Very mellow. He does a lovely play (<– click) on ‘Girls Just Want to Have Fun’ too! Okay, at the risk of being pigeon-holed as one of those people who annoyingly force their music taste onto their readers, here!

Yeah it’s about that time
that you contact me to make rhyme
and reason of what we did
now that it’s been a year

Don’t clutter your head
I’m fine
Don’t clutter your head
It’s been some time
And I’m fine
Strange it’s almost been a year

And you sound so sweet
You sound so sweet
To me

I should know better by now
Then to pick up that God damn phone
But I don’t
And it’s almost been a year

And you sound so sweet
You sound so sweet
To me
You sound so sweet
To me

Yeah it’s about that time
That you contact me to make rhyme
And reason of what you did
Now that it’s been a year

And you sound so sweet
You sound so sweet
You sound so sweet
You sound so sweet
To me
You sound so sweet
To me

Free fallin’

It’s been what, a year? PBboy who dubbed me the ‘ninja friend’ (I really can’t decide if it’s better or worse than ‘mudgirl’) asked how I was. It was good to reply that I’m good, free fallin’ in Christ.

Haha sidenote, I think NS turns boys into men. And also either makes one hunger for God or turn the other way. I’m glad it’s the former, PBboy (:

Mmmm, free fallin’ in Christ. It’s good to awake with bursts of praise songs in my heart these days.

Almighty God, in every way
You are above and beyond understanding
If we did not praise, the rocks would cry out
Glorious God, high above understanding

God-songs (like Hosanna and Almighty God!) that came out of the secret place (psalm 91:1) nonetheless. Haha, past experience tells me that this might be an indication of trying times ahead. Whatever it is, I’m free fallin’.

p.s. misskrystinlow, I miss you terribly actually. I was wondering when you were officially back in the suburbs. I guess now right? Please call me when you’re in the city k?

Seated

Carried to The Table
(click for song)

Wounded and forsaken
I was shattered by the fall
Broken and forgotten
Feeling lost and all alone
Summoned by the King
Into the Master’s courts
Lifted by the Savior
And cradled in His arm

I was carried to the table
Seated where I don’t belong
Carried to the table
Swept away by His love
And I don’t see my brokenness anymore
When I’m seated at the table of the Lord
I’m carried to the table
The table of the Lord

Fighting thoughts of fear
And wondering why He called my name
Am I good enough to share this cup
This world has left me lame
Even in my weakness
The Savior called my name
In His Holy presence
I’m healed and unashamed

You carried me, my God
You carried me

By Leeland