It's been ten days since my last blog entry and usually that's a sign that life is too busy. Our friend Emily Brown is in town visiting and tonight she asked me about me our blog. She wanted to know if I typically just sat down and blogged my thoughts, or if I only blogged when I had something specific to write about. I replied with later, but thought I'd give the whole "just sit down and type" a go for tonight.
I'm not a blog-oholic like my mom or wife, meaning that I don't read many other blogs, but I do read a few. One of my heroes, a musician named Allen Levi, doesn't blog much but he wrote an entry this weekend that made me smile. Part of his entry just included a random series of things he was thinking about, so I thought I'd do the same.
Our 5th anniversary was this weekend and my mom came and kept HC for us so we could get some alone time. I cherish every second I get to be with my incredible bride. Her love and beauty amaze me more each day. And as much as I loved being "away" with her this weekend, both of our hearts deeply missed the few hours away from our daughter. Oh how I'm slowly discovering more of the way our Father longs to be with us.
I'm a nightly janitor at my school and I kind of look at cleaning professors offices a lot like I've looked at going to counseling in the past. Every time I've had an appointment to see a counselor, which have been quite a few over the past 8 years, I have dreaded going and tried to think of an excuse to get out of it. But I've always gone...and always been thankful. Cleaning, like therapy, never seems like its gonna be much fun, and its not always fun, but I'm always thankful for that time. Its been a real gift ever since I started doing it almost 4 months ago. Not just the extra $ to help with the bills, but even moreso, the hour of solitude to end each day. I remember when I studied abroad it Italy in college and had more "down time" than I'd ever had before. No cell phone, not too many people I knew, and a lil commute to and from Fiesole to Florence every morning and afternoon. I think the solitude that I experienced then was one of the reasons I still describe that season of life as my most intimate with God. I would say the same about my time emptying trash cans every night. It's crazy how singing loud at midnight, alone in an empty office building, can be such a sweet time of worship.
Worshiping always makes me want to go for a run. Even right now, at 12:30 late tonight, I'm checking the weather to see if tomorrow's morning sun will provide enough heat to motivate me to set the clock an hour earlier. It says its gonna be 47, which leaves me little excuse. If you like to gamble, I'd say the odds are pretty strong that even with the accountability of this blog post, I'm gonna probably end up horizontal and stationary come sunrise. We'll see.
I am taking a bunch of my high school friends to Crooked Creek Young Life camp in a few weekends and my thoughts today have been quite consumed with how I'm gonna raise the $150 x 6 kids I need to help raise more $ for. I don't have many friends in town that actually have yards with leaves, so the raking option doesn't seem great. I thought about renting Honey Cate out, because people like to hold babies, but Nat is worried about the whole Swine Flu thing, so that won't work. I also prayed for the $900 and God just reassured me that He's got this covered. Ever since then, I've been humming the last line from a song called "Distress Signal" by my friend Jeremy Casella: "Nobody holds you, nobody holds you, nobody holds you like the hand of God. Nobody holds you, nobody holds you, nobody holds you like the hand of God.Nobody holds you, nobody holds you, nobody holds you like the hand of God."
I think that I'll close now and let that truth and melody sing me to sleep. Drew
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