Wednesday, October 31, 2007


I must say that Halloween is my least favorite holiday. It's never been a big holiday in my family...we never got into the whole trick-or-treat or watching scary movies...but here is something that my roommate sent me that I thought was good. She was reminded of it after we went to the farmer's market and bought cute pumpkins for our room! So here it is:

Being a Christian is like being a pumpkin. God lifts you up, takes you in, and washes all the dirt off of you. He opens you up, touches you deep inside and scoops out all the yucky stuff-- including the seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc. Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside you to shine for all the world to see. This was passed on to me from another pumpkin. Now, it is your turn to pass it to a pumpkin.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Quality Time

I've found that I'm someone who has the love language of quality time. My roommate, Laura, and I try to schedule dates so that we can have quality time...while I try my hardest to leave her notes of encouragement, since that is her love language. Anyway- today was absolutely beautiful (over 70), so we decided to stop our paper writing and studying for a date. We went to Wendy's, got food, and drove over to Kollen Park on Lake Macatawa. We sat in a little pavilion by the water, talked, ate, and watched the sun set. Those moments were filled with honesty about life, our excitement for the times ahead, and looking back to the blessings of the past.
Laura is indeed a treasure in my life. She is someone who I can be myself with. I am completely comfortable with her...after living with her for a year and a half, I should say so! Still, nothing I say is judged or read into the wrong way. She knows me inside and out...few people really do. I have a lot of friends but few who really know who I am. It's not that I'm not's just that there are those choice people in life who really get to peer into the dimensions of your soul. Those people are rare and precious. God has blessed me with this woman of God...and I am so thankful.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Fall in Upstate New York

Everyone should experience fall in Upstate New York. I was reminded of this this past weekend while I was home for fall break. I walked out to take out the garbage, with bare feet like a true country girl, and relished the crunch of leaves between my toes. My dad was out mowing the lawn...assembling the bits of leaves into lined formation in our yard. I waved at him and then returned back to the kitchen to take out the homemade cornbread out of the oven and stir the chili being warmed on the stove...a meal that exudes the essence of fall.
There is nothing like the beautiful colors of fall on a hillside of the country...the deep brown of the branches, the yellows, reds, oranges, and greens of leaves, and the contrast of the vast blue sky overhead. All details combined to create a collage of God's artwork. It even involves the forlorn black walnut hanging on a lonely branch, like the last sock on a clothesline that has been forgotten.
I wonder when it will finally fall.
Boy-I miss New York falls...but I know that I will be back in years to come to partake in the wonder of the changing seasons. The colors, tastes, weather, and sense of preparation all goes into making this season a perfect one. So enjoy where you are in life and praise God for fall.