i could use some direction. please.

i'm getting worried. the natural, usual worries that accompany children/young adults/humans of my age. you know, things like "what am i going to do with my life?" it's hard to be peaceful right now, when i don't know which direction this little life should take.

and the frustrating thing is that no one else can answer this for me, and no one really wants to.

provision

... and Jehovah Jireh sometimes acts through roommates who can't finish their peanutbutter (and chocolate!) blenders.  funny how i notice it most when the fridge is bare.

there is something special about this adventure in simple living, if i can even presume to call it that.  (we spend more money than i want to think about on tuition and housing) yet, this chosen period of thriftiness seems to be curbing some of my materialism, waste (and waist?) and hopefully, fear.  i see the Provider working in little things: clothes from a friend, hotel soap from my traveling father, and the consistent coffee dates that my boyfriend is so sweet to initiate.  And then again, we do have things like Diana's famous Chili Shit (one can of vegetarian chili + all the shit left in the fridge and cupboards = one miraculous meal) and the almost never ending box of pancake mix (which calls for milk and eggs, but tastes fine with just water).  

forgive me for taking this out of context, but if God is for us, who can be against us?

here's to living on less, sharing more and laughing all the while.

3:05 on Wednesday

Grace is sometimes gritty, like the face scrub I keep in the shower.  It rubs and rubs until the bad stuff flakes off, revealing a fresh perspective and another chance to be really beautiful.

And sometimes it's like a Trader Joe's peanut butter cup before dinner: exactly the best kind of sweetness, unexpected and unearned.  Often, though, it's like my 2 hour shift at the switch, long and persistent, a slow dependable benefit.