Friday

When I blog, usually its the result of an inspiring thought or sudden conviction that I simply HAVE to write about. Funny how shallow and trivial that looks on paper. So right now, I'm going to just write about nothing of great consequence.

I woke up this morning at approximately 6am, rolled over to look at the time and moaned inwardly at the reality that I had to start waking up. My body was screaming "stay in bed--you need the sleep!" But my chemistry professor won that battle and I made myself crawl down from my lofted haven, and blindly got myself dressed and ready for the day. I have a new roommate! It's really not that exciting, but there's something comforting about knowing someone lives with me.

The long awaited weekend is here. Monday seems forever ago. I would say that an overall highlight of the week was deciding to start a band with four of my friends. We came to the conclusion on Wednesday, and will hopefully have our first practice some night next week. More on this to come... But I think the past few days have been so wonderful because of all the little moments of hanging out with fun people. The entire last six months have been overwhelmingly filled with good things. I know that God is good all the time, even when life seems to constantly disappoint, but I have genuinely been blown away by how wonderful my time at Appalachian has been. Life comes in seasons, I think, and currently I'm living in Spring. :) Granted, my last blog entry maybe doesn't sound as convincing. My life. (sigh)... I'm afraid the older I get and the more life I live, the less I know and the more I realize how bad off I actually am. Does this mean that blessings are seen most clearly when I'm in the depths?

New Year

The year is new. Fresh. A clean slate. The possibilities are endless! My mind is a jumble of thoughts, memories, dreams, hopes, worries, and confusion. I have a feeling that, though this year is clean and young, I might still come to the end of it with my mind in a similar state as the one stated above. How is it, that every day and every year I am being "made holy", sanctified, renewed, and yet, the older I get, the greater my sin grows?

I haven't blogged in quite a while. Honestly, every time I would come to the blog and try to write something my brain would freeze up, and I would mentally run away from the task of typing out words on the computer. And so... after a long break, here I am, plunging into the depths of this journal--all the while, wondering if anything I'm writing actually makes sense. Sense or no sense, I will continue to write. I was talking to a dear friend (cough...Kelly) and she told me that it was time to write again; that every time she checked my blog it was still the last post from back at Easter. In-spite of my failures of being a consistent blogger, or being queen of worriers, or always choosing the easy way out, I have One who gives me each day as a new beginning, a day to start fresh, a day--even though I'm doomed to fail--to gain more knowledge of and strength from Him who so graciously and abundantly lavishes good things upon His undeserving child.

"I launch my bark on the unknown waters of this year,

with thee, O Father, as my harbour,

thee, O Son, at my helm,

thee, O Holy Spirit, filling my sails.

Guide me to heaven with my loins girt, my lamp burning,

my ear open to thy calls, my heart full of love, 

my soul free.

Give me thy grace to sanctify me, thy comforts to cheer,

thy wisdom to teach, thy right hand to guide,

thy counsel to instruct, thy law to judge, 

thy presence to stabilize.

May thy fear be my awe, thy triumphs my joy."

Palm Sunday

Spread your cloak, grab a palm,

Let's all rejoice and sing a psalm.

Praise the Lord, call out with glee,

Your Saviour comes astride donkey.

Cry blessing to you Saviour King,

Shout aloud, hosanna's ring.

Zechariah's word, today comes true,

'See your King now comes to you.'

He truly is, Gods righteous Son, 

Salvation's come for everyone.

So spread your cloak, grab a palm.

Let's all rejoice and sing a psalm.

-Albert Watson