i'm back to a college-styled bedtime routine, mostly b/c of my inability to pass up any sleep-in days... added to today's waking up at a ridic hour to report for airport shuttle service and subsequent weirder sleeping-in schedule = current insomniac dilemma.
i don't actually have anything much to say tonight. and i don't have to wake up 'early' tomorrow, so it feels actually alright.
i notice i've been blogging about 1x/month here on blogger; in the past, i'd blog an average of 4x/month or more on xanga... speaking of which, i need to get back to my project to digitize those journal entries.
i find that there is a lot of things on my mind tonight, but without proper rest, it feels more like a foggy mess. a lot of errand-y type things, mostly, things i've meant to do but haven't gotten around to yet. some creative projects to the list of errands. and a trip awaiting booking, still waiting on hope. a lot of questions about the value of things, how much is it really worth it to spend $x on z? y?
okay, dawdled enough on the internet for a lifetime. i suppose i can always answer the questions on my mind later, as in, after i rest later.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
the best listener
back from memorial day family retreat and quickly lapsing into life again... even with my current chill life, it's so easy to miss 'whispers' from god.... almost a year ago, i willy-nilly went to Arizona to spend some time with some kids. the lesson i shared about was the story of how God reveals himself in various ways, eg, how God speaks,... out of wind, earthquake, and fire, God spoke to Elijah in a gentle whisper (1 kings 19:9-18)... i guess he can choose to speak in louder ways, befitting a creator, so why whisper?
is it the intimate quality?
is it so we'd have to really listen?
is it because of its clearer quality?
is it that we'd not be able to withstand anything louder?
is it that there's no point in shouting to be heard?
as five girls whisper late into the night, on the very same bunk beds that have bore other whispered conversations over years past--- the topics of interest may change with each passing life stage, the palatable community resting there remain the same.
homecoming.
of all the good listeners i'm blessed with in my life, none is better than my mom. she is the best listener. perhaps that's one of the great gifts she's endowed in me, the self-same ability to listen.
as i continue to pursue becoming a better therapist, this same skill will need honing.
as i continue to pursue becoming a better daughter of the king , this same skill will also need honing.
in re-reading elijah's story, it is when he is discouraged in ministry and facing persecution that god provides fuel for the journey back to the mountain of god and reveals his presence and speaks in his gentle whisper.
is it the intimate quality?
is it so we'd have to really listen?
is it because of its clearer quality?
is it that we'd not be able to withstand anything louder?
is it that there's no point in shouting to be heard?
as five girls whisper late into the night, on the very same bunk beds that have bore other whispered conversations over years past--- the topics of interest may change with each passing life stage, the palatable community resting there remain the same.
homecoming.
of all the good listeners i'm blessed with in my life, none is better than my mom. she is the best listener. perhaps that's one of the great gifts she's endowed in me, the self-same ability to listen.
as i continue to pursue becoming a better therapist, this same skill will need honing.
as i continue to pursue becoming a better daughter of the king , this same skill will also need honing.
in re-reading elijah's story, it is when he is discouraged in ministry and facing persecution that god provides fuel for the journey back to the mountain of god and reveals his presence and speaks in his gentle whisper.
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