Archive for July, 2008
I don’t know why, but I live my life in compartments.
I have a work compartment, a relationship compartment, a family compartment… a workout compartment, a cleaning compartment… a blog compartment and probably the worst thing… a God compartment.
The bad thing is if I’m not completely focused on the compartment of the moment it suffers. And what’s more, if I don’t put 100% into each compartment I feel worthless. I wish I could just put all these compartments together and call it life, but I haven’t figured out how to do it yet.
If someone knows, will you please tell me? It would make my life a lot easier!
She pulled out a book, but I couldn’t see what it was. A soft smile crept over her face. I wonder what she read that made it happen. She quickly jotted something on a nearby notebook and then looked out the window again with those big, contemplative eyes… no, there’s got to be a better word than contemplative. I wish I had my computer with me to look up the thesaurus… thoughtful? Meditative? Introspective? It’s a lost cause… She gently touched her lips in thought and I forgot about finding the right word…
I spent the next 30 minutes trying to think of a smooth way to approach her. Why would I go over there? What would be a good excuse to start a conversation? I’m sure she’s hit on all the time by jerks who don’t get it. I didn’t want to be another one of those…
…a continuation from yesterdays post
A simple tank top revealed thin, graceful arms. I wanted to touch them, and then looked around to be sure no one could read what I was writing. Is it strange to write about a mystery girl in a coffee shop? Probably.
She held her mug like she was receiving warmth from it. Sunlight spilled in from the windows around her. Something was on her mind because she stared out the window at passing cars for five minutes straight, periodically sipping the steaming liquid.
When she put her mug down she caught my stare. I, of course, quickly looked away feeling like a stupid Jr. High boy. I glanced again to see if it was safe to resume my perusal—she caught me again. More coffee stains on the papers…
It doesn’t happen often, but when it does I take the opportunity. I’m talking about fiction. I enjoy it, but I rarely write it. Here’s a little something that hit me this morning… don’t ask, just read.
The ringing bells caught my attention and I looked up from my book. It was the third time I’d seen her in the shop in the last two weeks. The room always seemed to brighten when she came in. She passed me and I caught a wave of her sweet scent—I’m not sure what flavor— mixed with the coffee grounds behind the bar. My leg jerked underneath the table sloshing my now lukewarm coffee all over my papers.
I said hi to her once. Actually it was more like, “good morning.” She was fixing her coffee at the bar and I, um… “needed napkins.” Her dark brown eyes matched her full, curly head of hair. Those eyes flashed in a sweet smile and two beautiful words came out of her full lips, “good morning.” Ok, so it’s not a lot, but it’s a start in the right direction.
She found a chair in the corner and curled her legs up in it. I hunched over my books and tried to look busy. I read the same paragraph three times—none of it registered. Then, all the sudden I had the inspiration to write—to really write, which didn’t come often working for the paper. So I grabbed my pen and started jotting down my observations in between the coffee stains on my paper…
My greatest church camp memory was when I was in the 10th grade. Our guy group brought a water balloon launcher and wanted to test how far they could sling some balloons. So they loaded up on swollen water balloons, and climbed the hill. About 15 minutes later everyone surrounded one of the staff members cars. A water balloon had crashed through the windsheild shattering it to a million pieces…
We’re at camp this week! Over 750 people from all the different Lifechurch.tv campuses have come together for 5 full days of activities, high energy worship, amazing messages, small group time with counselors and the best in what they like to call “camp food”…
Check out this web site for the daily updates of what God is doing in some of our student’s lives…
What church camp did you attend when you were younger?
What is your fondest church camp memory?
I’ve also come to discover that fear is the opposite of faith. At least a crippling fear; a fear that keeps you from moving forward interferes with a life of faith.
The unknown can be a scary thing. But from my life experiences true, God-honoring faith is taking a step when you see no floor underneath you. But how can you do that? I believe it overflows into another word. Love.
“There is no fear in love, but perfect love drives out fear.”
So here’s my formula: to overcome fear, you must have faith. To have faith, you must have love.
Do you agree, disagree? What thoughts would you like to add?
I jumped off a 55 foot cliff last weekend. (Yes, there was water underneath!) I was a little hesitant at first. Looking over the edge, my toes gripped the red, sunbathed rock. Imagining the drop shrunk my stomach, and twisted my insides. My heart pumped like it was hooked up to a caffeine IV. I swallowed as the chants of my friends rang in my ears. “Jump, jump, jump.”
Of course I jumped. Stepping off the firm foundation of the rock and falling by choice was one of the most exhilarating, adrenaline pumping moments I’ve had in a while. I live for moments like that.
Then, the other day, I heard a quote that really stuck out to me.
“There are so many things to be scared of in the world, if you just learn how scary they are.”
That’s when it hit me: fear is learned.
I really only fear two things. Enclosed places. And frogs. Claustrophobia and Batrachophobia. I don’t remember how or when, but I know these two fears were somehow learned. Knowing that gives me hope because if something is learned, usually it can be unlearned… (more to come)
What have you learned to fear?
What have you learned to fear?