I think Mr. Groundhog was wrong this year...

Let's start off w/ a fun picture from the most gorgeous lovable comforting campus in the world. (Because I'm not biased AT ALL!) Taken from one of my most favoritest reading spots on campus. :) The famous smoke-stacks. (They burn the wood chips that create steam used to heat building all over campus! How exciting is that, tell me that's not exciting. Psh, that's what I thought!

Hello all, my what wonderful weather the South is having, 'm I right?! So sorry for how long it's been since I last blogged...I never realized college would get so busy or that my heart would be so full to know of anything to write about.

Lately I've been itching to go do something active, like hiking or long-boarding or running. But I'm hesitant so far, because I know that physically I am tired and my knees are weak and I'm just not well enough to. Then again, if you don't start training how can you ever come up to par?

And that's when I realized this is another one of those metaphors.

My heart has been heavy feeling like I'm not ministering enough. My spirit wants to be doing something active. I've been beating myself up because I thought it was because I just didn't feel like it. And maybe that is the case. However, some of it is also that I'm not taking care of myself enough so that I'm prepared to do something that big. I'm not in shape. I'm tired and a quite honestly I feel weak.

I get it though, unless I start moving and serving and whatever else God wants me to be actively pursuing, I'll never get to the place that I want to be.

So instead of moping, I'm choosing to say "yes." Choosing to act even when I don't feel like it. Choosing to surrender to God and act upon the needs of others that He opens my eyes to rather than just trying to fill my own. That's His job anyway, right?

But I'm also choosing to open my heart to the encouraging words from others that have felt pretty frequent lately. Because if I don't accept the truth that they speak over my name then I'm telling God I don't want His words of adoration, His relationship, and that is NOT okay.

Which reminds me that I'm really excited about Sunday, not just because I'm having ice cream with the Finneys. :) (Although that'd sound like crazy fun to you too if you knew these amazing newlyweds) But because Jared (pastor of Mercy Chapel) is teaching from James about how humility is "not thinking less of ourselves, but thinking of ourselves less." So yeah, God's pretty genius if I do say so myself...and I do.

 And I suppose I'll end with one of my favorite bands (going to see them in March thanks to one Miss Sarah the beautiful! Happy Birthdays to us!) And a song that God sings so dearly over me. :)