An august August

I can’t believe the month of August is almost over.

It’s weird how time flies when you become an adult. When you’re a child, time goes by so slowly. It seems like Christmas will never come and you’ll forever be in the fourth grade.

I think it’s when college hits that time starts its time warp. Does anyone know how to stop a time warp? Does sticking bubble gum in it work? Or what if you were to yell really loudly, “SLOW DOWN A BIT, WILL YA?”

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Tears.

It’s 1:57 a.m.
I just finished reading Nicholas and Micah Sparks’ book, “Three Weeks With My Brother.”
I cried.
I didn’t intend to stay up this late reading and it’s been awhile since I have. It was worth it.
For whatever reason, I used to pride myself in the fact that I didn’t cry reading books or watching movies. A proud entertainment stoic, I’d frequently tell to others this in response to their sharing about shedding of tears.
I did cry though, don’t get me wrong. I am a very emotional person. I just usually didn’t cry during books or movies.

Cast of Characters

The Lord used the book to speak to several areas in my life. One of my biggest struggles is the fear of failure. I was reminded by Lucado’s chapter on Mephibosheth (yep, you better Google him or look him up in 1 Samuel) how treasured we are. His story shows that our worth isn’t based on who we are or what we have or haven’t accomplished.

birthday psalm

Something my mom started with me is having a birthday psalm. Whatever age you are that year, the psalm that corresponds to your age is your ‘theme psalm’ for the year. This year I am 23. What a good psalm huh? What I’m going to do in subsequent posts, is insert personal experiences in the…

treasures in teak houses

I’m now sitting in my own apartment in Chiang Mai. It’s concrete, not teak, and I’m an adult now. Before, I’d banish the thought of ever becoming or calling myself an adult. But it has come. It’s the weekend before my 23rd birthday. I’m not sure how I got this old.

I do know that memories are funny things — they surface without a whole lot of notice. Memories surface for a reason and a season.

I also now know what treasures teak houses hold.