All week I've been reading about relationship, and how God's purpose is not to make sure we have all the right ingredients to get into Heaven. Rather He is waiting for us to see the same love that Jesus had in His eyes, the same light that Mary Magdalene saw... a yearning to know us.
I guess you could say I've been contemplating my future. My faithful counsel, Oswald Chambers, reminded me that the present is God's will for my life. As long as I am seeking Him, and not in the sense that I'm looking for the arrows on the road of life, but seeking Him I've already acheived His purpose for my life.
It was comforting. At the same time, because we are humans and if we don't make plans we do nothing, and then by the time we hit 80 we're looking back at our brief lifespan going, "What the heck? Where'd all my time go? I was supposed to change the world..."
I can't shake the feeling, and I'm pretty sure I never will, that I was made to be a writer. I've given up knowing what kind of writer. I like fiction, but I hate the idea of writing novels. I like real-life, but then it feels like self-absorption. I like narrative of other people's lives, but there isn't much going for the human interest beat from where I'm standing... So, I simply continue to write. Someday I'll turn the menagerie of nonsense I've compiled into something awesome, maybe even change the world.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
In Living Culture dot Wanna-Be
Well, ladies and gentleman, my fancy website was somehow prone to inter-continental attack by Kuwait. I wonder about what the world is coming to. How low, man...
So here we go. I'm trusting that all three of my readers will stay informed via my blog faithfully, but if anyone has me on a reader, you may change http://www.inlivingculture.com/ for this website: http://www.lunadesaparecida.blogspot.com/
Ministry is an exciting adventure. Things are not peachy all the time, in fact, I'm reminded almost every week how rude life is to some people, and how rude those people become because of life being so rude.
Their spiritual well-being is covered by constant reminders of God's love, the love and prayer of us supervisors, and your prayers as well. Keep the children in the foremost part of your brain as you pray for me. Only God and these children are my reason for persevering!
So here we go. I'm trusting that all three of my readers will stay informed via my blog faithfully, but if anyone has me on a reader, you may change http://www.inlivingculture.com/ for this website: http://www.lunadesaparecida.blogspot.com/
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Ministry is an exciting adventure. Things are not peachy all the time, in fact, I'm reminded almost every week how rude life is to some people, and how rude those people become because of life being so rude.
My girls are doing as well as can be expected after that first statement. I've decided that beginning in August we will begin a rigorous reading program. I want them to all read at least five new books in the next 3 to 4 weeks. I've realized, and also been informed that the culture of education is somewhat lax. My friend, Luis, and I are trying to pull some things together to make it a more intellectually cultivating environment at the Youth Home.
In addition to this, I will soon be beginning an workshop. I'm calling it a "workshop" because "class" sounds too much like hard work and learning, and kids are usually not fans of hard work. I should know, I used to be one. Since the word in Spanish for workshop doesn't actually include the word "work" in it, like in English, maybe they will come. If I build it, they will come...
Their spiritual well-being is covered by constant reminders of God's love, the love and prayer of us supervisors, and your prayers as well. Keep the children in the foremost part of your brain as you pray for me. Only God and these children are my reason for persevering!
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