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8月28日 Slimy and oh so goodIt is so true that Jesus is my ever-present help in times of trouble, my rock in the storm.
The problem is that sometimes I forget that rocks along the side of an ocean in a storm aren't really all that comfortable and cozy. They're still rocks- craggy, sharp, dirty, slimy rocks, with the waves crashing down over them. In stormy weather they are nearly perpetually wet and uncomfortable.
But a rock in a storm provides necessary safety, and it can mean everything in that instant when the sea is beating against the shore.
I'm reading Philip Yancey's "Disappointment with God" right now, and reflecting on some of the earlier pages of the book, I find it can be interesting what happens when I try to impose my own expectations on God. I'm left clinging to a solid rock in a storm, complaining because the person beside me got to land on the grassy patch just by the cliff.
I'm exploring a lot of issues right now, and it's fun. But my brain is turning much more quickly than I can type, which is making it difficult to recount any ideas at all. So for now, adieu, bon soir.
8月20日 MomentumI have come to this "add entry" text box about 35 times since my last actual entry which was back in June. Since then I think I've started so many little explanations of my psyche and discarded them all, deciding that they held little value or insight. Today I'll just type a few of my thoughts and I'll stop trying to find a way of encompassing all the change or challenges of the passing time. A few lines are enough.
With a new job, new responsibilities and challenges, with my 21st birthday around the corner, another new year of university, a new home with new roomates- all of this change should breed reflection, growth in character, wisdom and increasing maturity.
Change is an opportunity to mature, but change does not necessitate maturity. Praise God that he's willing to do something with me even though I can be crippled by fear to the point of suppressing my own maturation.
One comfort at the turn of every season is this: If I was not changing, if there was no movement, then I would be no closer and no further from everything I one day am meant to be. I know who I believe in, and I know that he is capable and willing to cause a transformation beyond my comprehension. So, change is good, so long as I am availing myself to be changed by it in all the ways that I am intended to be changed.
Thank the Lord for the people he's surrounded me with that would never let me be satisfied without forward momentum.
(another question for another day- am I preventing anyone else from experiencing forward momentum?)
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