On the other hand (there always seems to be another hand), the reason the process is taking so long is because I feel as if the students are finally personal. Assign an essay on problem solving and you’re sure to read some clever, creative, surprising, and endearing stories that open windows into their lives. I am quite enjoying it!
In the rush of the end of the quarter last week, I have not been able to post, so tonight I want to encourage you with the lyrics of two of Brooke Fraser‘s songs. I have just recently been listening to her new CD, Albertine, inspired by her trips to Rwanda. The first, Hymn, resonates with my heart’s desire to dwell, really dwell in Thee; the Truth and the only Life. The second, C.S. Lewis song (how could I not be drawn to such a title!), reminds me of the temporary nature of this life and how we purpose to live in light of a collective groaning for redemption.
If to distant lands I scatter
If I sail to farthest seas
Would you find and firm and gather ’til I only dwell in Thee?
If I flee from greenest pastures
Would you leave to look for me?
Forfeit glory to come after
‘Til I only dwell in Thee
If my heart has one ambition
If my soul one goal to seek
This my solitary vision ’til I only dwell in Thee
That I only dwell in Thee
‘Til I only dwell in Thee
C.S. Lewis song
If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
then of course I’ll feel nude when to where I’m destined I’m compared
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me
Am I lost or just found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
An avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He’s coming
I hope you are blessed tonight (or morning) as you think on what exactly in your life today has eternal significance. I pray you are seeking the Lord, dwelling in Him, and experiencing the abundant life. My hearts overflows in light of His grace upon grace (John 1).
Here’s a taste of this week (I HOPE!):
What can YOU do?
I’ve had SO many people ask me how they can support the ministries here in Honduras and I’m finally going to do my best to tell you. So, listen close!
Adventures of the Life I Wish I Led
Who knows if I’ll write this. Pray that I do for accountability’s sake. I really do enjoy writing creatively!
Where does creativity come from?
I guess sometimes I just wonder this myself. The short answer is our Creator. What’s the long answer… how do we develop our creativity? What forms might it take? This is what I wonder sometimes.
Exciting updates from HONDURAS
I’m hoping this post includes a new newsletter, but we’ll see about that. I know, I know, I’m way behind. But, I also know that you are gracious to let me finish well instead of finish quickly! 🙂