If you keep up with me at all, I am sure you have noticed that I struggle with being satisfied with what is less than excellent. I like things to be perfect, in fact. Language learning is not the friend of perfectionists, let me tell you. Not to mention, language acquisition can truly make you feel like a child all over again. Sometimes, not even that esteemed, because let’s be honest, children in the country are speaking with more fluency and ease than I as I learn this new language.Read More
I realize it’s been quite some time since my last post. In fact, I just looked at the date and it has been nearly 6 months since I’ve posted anything new. One reason it has been so long is this: I was under a conviction that I needed to be sure I could share what I felt God wanted me to share without seeking any of the glory for myself.Read More
The Friday we call "Good" is actually the worst. It is the best and worst day in history that tells of the best and worst death in history. This is part of an entire study I have doing since Wednesday, March 21. I have published nothing so far but this. Perhaps I will put more out from the rest of the study but for now, I at least give you this.
*Disclaimer: notes from classes at WOL have been used in looking through these events. I have also in some areas (mostly dialogue but also some interaction) used my creative license. There also are no pictures so as not to distract from the story written.
One night a group of men decided to go fishing. They jumped into their trawler and pushed out of the shallows. When they were just far enough from shore to do their best fishing, they began to lower and draw their nets back in over and over again. The low hiss of the night breeze, the waves lapping the sides of the trawler, and their hungry stomachs were the only sounds heard besides their sighs of growing frustration. After working tirelessly for several hours, the men began to feel both hopeless and tired. Still they continued to work.Read More
This blog won't be full of my own words but I woke up this morning with a heavy heart. My friend Kacey happened to state my exact thoughts in her Facebook status:
"I'm so sad. I can barely stand the hate that election years brings to our country. This year has been unequaled. Why can't we all respect that we all have our own opinions and we vote based on our own VALID beliefs? I completely understand where every single person was coming from with their vote. But to tell ANYONE they are wrong for feeling the way they do, is messed up. Do you realize that no matter who you are, the way you feel in the pit of your stomach right now, is exactly how the other half of the nation would have felt if Hillary had won. Have compassion on your neighbor right now and remember that WE ARE ALL PEOPLE!!!! And Donald Trump... he needs more prayer than anyone I know."Read More