Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Killing Time on the Clock

Max has learned that it’s unnecessary to get off my bed until my alarm has gone off for the 4th time. I suppose that means I really need to stop hitting the snooze button. I don’t know why I have such a hard time getting up in the mornings, especially since I’m not out late or anything. I suppose part of the problem is that my mind is unable to shut down no matter what time it is. In the last few days, the best way to fall asleep has been to start praying- completely ironic since I’m teaching my junior highers about the importance of being fully present- the ability to fully engage God.

I can hear Bill Towne laughing and it makes me smile. For the first time in years, I’m not ashamed of the direction in which my church is headed. It’s going to be hard, and take some time and dedication, but I believe with all of my heart that Rolling Hills is capable of doing great things in this community in the name of Jesus.

Calling this “home” feels like such an oxymoron to me. I love being in Oregon- surrounded by God’s great creation and a lot of people I love, but at the same time, home doesn’t feel like somewhere I belong anymore. I don’t even look forward to sleeping in my own bed anymore.

I’ve run out of excuses for places to go after graduation. Guess God’s really pushing this whole “Only God knows, and that’s the way I like it” response I keep giving people when they ask.

The bathtub in my bathroom at Dad’s house has the ability to groom the biggest spiders I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I think I’ll name the newest one Peter Parker. I don’t know what they live off of, or how they get as big as they do, but as long as they stay in the bathtub (and I’ve convinced myself that they do) then I’m fine with sharing my house with them. The giant spider crawling across the inside of my mother’s windshield however- not quite as lucky. Quickly pulled over to take care of that one- it was very distracting trying to make sure it didn’t get too close to me, and I didn’t want to ruin my perfect driving record for a stupid spider.