random thoughts

Two more weeks before the fall semester starts. Man, I feel as though I've achieved absolutely nothing for the past three months of summer. Right after we got off school a day before my birthday, I jotted down a long list of things I wanted to accomplish during the summer break. It looked something like this:

learn to play the guitar
prepare lessons for Cru meetings next semester
read nursing textbooks in advance
walk and jog
lose 15 pounds!
re-read The Unity of The Bible, The Practice of Godliness, etc.
rent out how-to-speak-Spanish videos from the public library

all of which barely entered my mind (and, consequently, were all left undone) as the stifling hot summer days whisked past a hapless and distracted me.

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Why do we most often avoid our brothers and sisters in Christ when we need their encouragement, or reproof, even, the most?

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I just got back from our church's family camp. The six-hour drive to Leakey, a secluded town in the Texas hill country that barely looks like a dot in the map, was really worth it. What could beat free (and not to mention scrumptious) breakfasts and lunches, a crystal clear mountain stream flowing through towering pine trees and teaching five-year old kids their memory verses?

Pictures to follow. I'm busy right now.

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Food. I need food. Lord, I'm hungry for You.

Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.
Psalm 42.11

priming

A long, long time ago, when my pimple-marred face was a smooth gradeschooler's, my grandmother showed me how to prime a water pump. As she cranked the squeaking handle up and down she would pour several dipper-fuls of "priming" water into the hole on top of the contraption. Soon enough, after a round of grunting and heaving, the water would bubble up from the unimposing fountain, ready to relieve our parched throats and wash the dirt off from the week's laundry.

Where am I getting at?

Right now, my mind is just like that water pump -- creaky, run-down and rusted all over from disuse. And thinking of what I could possibly share to the world is just as onerous and back-breaking (well, metaphorically speaking) as priming. I am at a loss for words, as always. I could only wish my heart out that they would come back to me in a sparkling blue rush. I'll be waiting.

confession

To be completely honest, nothing knots my eyebrows and disappoints me more than repeatedly clicking the links to my blogger friends and finding out that they haven't updated for what seems like a hundred centuries, that they've basically abandoned their own websites.

It strangely escaped the notice of my 4x4-wooden-plank-impaled eye that I've done the same thing. Hehe. Sorry, friends. I'll try to update more often after this week.