This post may also be boring but I realize now that that doesn't discourage people from reading it.

Things are better now.

I could explain more about how I got that big paper done, how God worked some miracles to get me through my finals, how He moved beside me to give me peace in the questions, how I'm on day 2 of my Chicago field school and things are looking up, how the magnolias gave way to apple blossoms, but I won't. I'll just say that I'm out of that season of discouragement and into a season of hopeful expectation. And, importantly, I'll say thank you to you, my real-life and cyberspace and long-distance and down-the-road friends, for your encouragement and prayers. It really helped.

I feel so much better. So much. 

The future is right here.

do not read this post. it is boring.

Okay. I warned you. Really, you won't like it. Go read something else.

I am tired; so tired that after my (admittedly intense) workout this morning I felt physically sick. I need sleep. // I'm freaking out a little bit about my last two projects due this semester. I got overly ambitious in this research project due tomorrow, now I'm doing last-minute restructuring to the entire endeavor in order to put out a mediocre paper when what I really want to produce is an awesome paper that contributes to real knowledge. // I've got a series in Chicago coming up REAL fast and I feel so underprepared, all the while wishing, hoping, (but not really praying) that it will be beneficial to the world and an instrument of the Spirit. // All of this academic studying into theological problems in the Adventist church is a great weight upon my mind. The thing is that in academia

everything

 is controverted.

Everything.

 And when you study theology, that means that everything about your faith is under fire. On every issue I look at, I end up staring into the face of doubt and it's a conscious choice to

believe

 and to (again and again) submit myself to God's Word, knowing that I can't wait to believe until every question is settled.... waiting for additional light. I face questions not only from inside, and not only from my coursework, but I, for better or worse, am also the go-to person for other people's doubts. As I said, this is a great weight upon my mind. // The magnolias are beautiful. Very, very beautiful.

I have Him // Or He has me // Or both // Or neither

"I entreat you therefore, brothers and sisters, in view of God's mercy, that you present your bodies as a living sacrifice to God, holy and pleasing-- this is your spiritual act of worship." >> Paul, Romans 12:1  

"There, in the quiet of that late hour, I said to the Holy Spirit, 'My Lord, I have mistreated You all my Christian life. I have treated You like a servant. When I wanted You I called for You; when I was about to engage in some work I beckoned You to come and help me perform my task. I have kept You in the place of a servant. I have sought to use You only as a willing servant to help me in my self-appointed and chosen work. I shall do so no more. Just now I give You this body of mine; from my head to my feet, I give it to You. I give You my hands, my lips, my eyes and lips, my brain; all that I am within and without, I hand over to You for You to live in it the life that You please. You may send this body to Africa, or lay it on a bed with cancer. You may blind the eyes, or send me with Your message to Tibet. You may take this body to the Eskimos, or send it to a hospital with pneumonia. It is your body from this moment on. Help yourself to it. Thank You, my Lord, I believe You have accepted it, for in Romans twelve and one You said "acceptable unto God." Thank You again, my Lord, for taking me. We now belong to each other.'" >>Walter L. Wilson, 1914  

>>

(Am I willing to pray that prayer? 
Are you?)

Oh God, make me willing.
Or: Oh God, make me willing to be willing. 
Or just: Oh God, make me.  

>>

"Can I have You, Holy Spirit? 
Will you come into my heart? 
I'd like to have the whole of You 
instead of merely parts."  

And then I heard the voice of God, 
the great Jehovah, say:  

"Can I have you, my dear daughter? 
Will you let me have your heart? 
I'd like to have the whole of You 
instead of merely parts."

overflowing life

I took this photo once when I was jogging around Northeast Portland, through the curving streets, under the giant old trees, pounding the pavement past the varying shades of Portland roses, my breath getting heavier and my steps shrinking as I rounded another corner. Stately house after stately house, all sitting behind lovely landscaped yards, nestled under a dignified canopy of aged branches— they ran past my vision as I ran past them. 

But what caught my eye? This bush of overflowing flowers, spilling through a fence. Red. Flowers so red.