Tuesday, August 29, 2006


Through a series of unexpected events...I will be jumping out of a plane on September 15.

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I was at Fight Night and I won a door prize. Free skydiving for 2. I was quite surprised, but I'm really excited for the opporunity.

And you're talking to the girl who gets shook up during a trust fall. But for some reason, diving headlong into 10,000 feet of space seems so much more doable than falling backward from 5 feet up. At least this time I will have an instructor harnessed to my back. And my roommate and her sister will be jumping right after me.

It's rather significant to me, in truth. It represents a time in my life where I really don't know what's going to happen next. You could say it's out of my hands. I have no true control over where I'll land. Of course I can struggle and try to steer myself, but really I'm at the mercy of something greater than me.

I'm leaving a lot on the deck of that plane. And I'll yell and cry and laugh the whole way down, I'm sure.

Here goes everything.

Sunday, August 20, 2006


No sooner had *we stepped outside than we saw lightning begin to flicker in the night sky. A lazy roll of thunder came a few moments later. We looked at each other with knowing smiles and our anticipation rose. A storm was coming over the prairie. We'd known all along because the sunrise had shaded the sky a brilliant red that morning.

And surely enough, as we drove the rain began to fall. We abandoned our plans and headed to the pedestrian bridge over the river. By the time we got out of the car, it was pouring. We ran and spun and laughed and positively romped through the puddles. It felt good to embrace life and let the moment be all that mattered.

Our drive back was less enjoyable, considering we could hardly see through the torrent. Coming onto campus and up an incline, water started washing over my side of the car. It was a little unnerving and the power steering started to protest. We coasted into our parking spot and ran for our lives (figuratively speaking...then again, maybe not.) One lost flip flop, a mouthful of muddy water, 2 gallons of water taken on by my jeans alone and many squeals at the sheer volume of the thunder later...we arrived safely back to our hall.

I hope it rains again soon.

The aformentioned "we" refers to one of my best friends Rhema and I. Don't get any cooky ideas, kids.

Thursday, August 10, 2006


This is where the rubber meets the road. After a week of exhausting training and meetings and activities, we are being asked to push through another six days of moving people in, heading up crews in freshman orienation (which is going to be a wonderful, tiring, exicting experience), and getting ourselves ready for classes to begin. I will literally be on the go from 6 or 7 a.m. until midnight every day. I am honored that my school would entrust student leaders with so much, but I definitely have the exhaustion to prove the intensity of the entire ordeal. Lord...give us Your strength, clarity and grace. We need it so much.

I'm at the point where I don't even care anymore how tired I am or how much work is ahead of us (in 105+ degree weather and rain). I can't wait to embrace the new students arriving and to eventually see my friends that are returning. It is going to be a monumental year. Our university's President has mandated that it will be "The Year of the Wise." How appropriate.

I can hardly believe it is my final year at school. I miss my family more than I can express, but I know I am in the center of God's will. Praise be to the One who sees and hears and knows.


p.s. If you read this...I love you, Dad! Call me soon. :)

Tuesday, August 01, 2006


Tonight I spent time with one of my oldest, dearest friends Sara. As is custom, we spent part of our time at the piano singing and sharing songs with each other and laughing. At the end of the night, we started to go to the car (though I only live a block away from her) and quickly made a detour to take a walk around the quiet suburban streets. We've both been on these streets so many times in our 20-something years, often together, finding adventures and mischief. Tonight was no exception. As we walked, we both realized how long it had been since we had simply done that very thing...walked in the wee hours of the morning just for the sake of walking.

The night was perfectly clear. It was a new moon. A gentle breeze rustled through the tree tops. We walked several blocks, skipping and spinning and taking in the absolute beauty of the night. And at that moment, we both felt so surrounded by God. We started back down my street, still several blocks from home. And it was then that I saw it...a shooting star, perfectly brief and serene. It took my breath away. We decided to lay down in the center of the road (it's a small town, no cars were around.) We giggled as we were reminded of a scene from The Notebook.

And we waited patiently for more shooting stars. And they came. One...but she thought it was her imagination. Then another, and we both saw it. It seemed even more special that we'd seen it together. We must have laid there for a half an hour, talking about the constellations and how fast the earth is spinning and the atmosphere and what happenes when cosmic dust enters the atmosphere and burns up...and reminiscing about our childhoods. At one point I said, "You know, I have been in this very spot so many times, but I've never looked up just to see the sky for the stars." It was such a good thing just to be still.

What amazed me most was that the longer we started at the sky, the more we noticed. The sheer magnitude of the stars, the way the sky didn't look flat at all but truly spherical, the shadows the trees cast, the absence of the moon. The longer we were still, the more the night came alive. No man could have made such a thing come into being...no busyness or handiwork or words or wishes. But with just a few simple words, the God of all creation spoke this beauty into being. And yet He is still mindful of me, an impossibly small speck on the face of a sphere that bides it time spinning in circles. And even more, He is jealously in love with me, sacrificing all just to reach me. And I am left asking myself how I could ever be lax in pursuit of or response to Him.

Sometimes the stillness is what is needed to capture our attention...and that is truly the way I believe it is intended to be.