Repeat

This summer has provided a lot of time to catch up on some wonderful podcasts. I'm currently working through The Village Church. (If you have not subscribed, shame on you. Do it now.) I was just looking through the list (correction: LONG list) of sermons yet to be listened to. As I was reading the titles, one stood out: "Sincere Love".
I listened to it.
I listened to it again.
I'll probably listen to it a third time. Maybe more.
It's an awesome, kick-you-in-the-face sermon.

The big questions: Are living in a way that shows non-believers that you could only love that way because there truly is a God? Have you realized that God gave us love that is gospel-centered, a self-sacrificing love? Are you so filled with the love of God so much that you can't help but sing the praises of Christ? Is your hatred for others blocking your encounter with the Living God? Do you want to be a sincere lover of others and of God? Are you growing in love daily? Are you making to time to be loved by God in order that you can translate that to others?

Listen to it. See what the Lord wants to teach you.

Rare Artist

There are a lot of things left to do for my apartment decoration wise. Whether it is to make a blank wall interesting, or to cover something I don't like. One of these things is an ugly medicine cabinet in my bathroom. It's ugly. I mean really ugly. So, tonight I was artsy, which if you know me, isn't the case.





So, in honor of the rarity that is my artsy nature, I thought I would share:

1 Thes. 5:17

60 Sweaty Hours

Last weekend's project: Move furniture into college apartment.

Task: Hauling my furniture from Nashville, help Lara move her furniture from old apartment to new apartment, and assembling apartment so it actually looks like an apartment.

People: Lara, Mrs. Jane (her mom), Dad, Uncle Charlie, Aunt Mary, and me

Time: 12 hours driving to Waco, 60 hours moving and unpacking, 12 hours driving back to Nashville

Other Items: Show the aunt and uncle Baylor, stop by Campus Visits, eat lunch with TK, and kidnap some guys to help move furniture

Results: The apartment is all set up.

Well, when I say set up, I mean I have furniture and there aren't boxes lying around making it a cardboard jungle. I still have pictures to hang up and other little decorations to put in different places, but I'll wait until I'm back in a few weeks.

Summer in Nashville is rapidly coming to a close. I have three weeks left, one of them being spent at camp. I've been getting a lot of questions lately about missing Nashville, missing "home", but Nashville doesn't feel like home anymore. It's where I grew up, where I went to high school, where my dad lives, where the church that taught me to be a woman of the Lord is, where I met great friends, and have tons of memories, but it's not home. Home is Waco. Home is Baylor. I still have amazing friends that I am able to see and spend time with family, but after being gone for two years, everything has changed, including myself.

Since being back in Nashville, I have only wanted to go back to Waco. The 60 hours that was spent was not even close to enough. I just wanted to stay. Well, that, obviously, didn't happen. Here I am in Nashville, counting down the days. Until my drive back, I want to spend my time with close friends and family, working at church, and making memories with my not-so-little-anymore youth girls.

Sounds like a plan.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven...
Ecc. 3:1