Reason No. 256 Abby should go to NYU. (yes, there are 255 other reasons abby should go to NYU.) They have great design sensibilities… even in their ads.
Reason No. 432 I love New York: people take wedding pictures in Times Square (wha?).
Reason No. 785 I love Bolt. (I love Bolt because I didn’t break any bones when I flew over her handlebars and sustained this and about six other HUGE bruises).
Reason No. 258 I love Harriet. (red velvet cupcakes)
Reason No. 1 I love NY. (RPC)
4 am wake up: check.
laundry done by 6: check.
side pony: check.
italian roast: check.
gospe[ in ]ife: check.
“have you spoken or thought unkindly of anyone?
have you been impatient or irritable?
have you been self-absorbed, indifferent, or inattentive to people?
Repent by considering the free grace of Jesus until there is (a) no coldness or unkindness as you think of the sacrificial love of Christ for you, (b) no impatience, as you think of his patience with you, and (c) no indifference, as you think of how God is infinitely attentive to you. Reflect on God’s grace until you show warmth and affection.”
hello, sabbath, it’s good to see you again.
Foray into blogging 101: probably mostly what I’m learning but am too self conscious to bring up (in fg, with friends, in life).
I’m reading this great book about how we love other things more than we love God.
Every chapter is about something different that we chase after. Every chapter I think, “Dang. I’m stupid.”
How did I fall into that trap? I knew I was loving this more than I should have! Why didn’t I stop myself?
The answer is easy. I can’t stop myself. I will fall into the traps when I’m on my own. Only He can stop me. Only He can keep me from the brink of disastrous mistakes. And even when we screw up over and over again, He comes back for us. (SonLight’s verse while I was home was Phil 2:13. Appropriate, no?)
I’m reading through Hosea. I am Gomer. Everyday, I consciously decide (and often unconsciously act stupid) to love something else more than Him. I run away from him for a lover that in no way will satisfy even for a moment.
All I can do is turn around and run away. Run from the home of my lover never to return – or at least only to run away again when I’m stupid again.
But He is always chasing after me. He is always removing me from my lover’s arms – even when I’m looking back with longing.