father's day and space

the last few days have been pretty rough. coming back from africa and figuring out where to place that, father's day, a little bit of sickness, and this book is kicking my butt. don't get me wrong, i really love the fact that i've gotten to go halfway around the world and work at a great church this summer, but probably because of jetlag and the fact that sleep is harder and the fact that i'm reading a book about God's love and father's day was a couple of days ago...i think i've gotten a lot of things wrong. i think i've dramatically underrated who God is and thought too highly of myself. i think...and this is just thinking...that maybe i need to listen a lot more. over the last few weeks i've realized that i am quite young and that i don't know alot. i'm quite a bit more naive than i thought.

so i'm listening

and waiting

and standing completely in awe of who God is, and who i'm not. and in this moment i don't feel like sharing or singing, just sitting and listening and hoping that i don't miss whats happening.

and then...eventually...comes the reaction:
And I’m trying to make you sing
From inside where you believe
Like it’s something that you need
Like it means everything

And I’m trying to make you feel that
This is for real, that life is happening
That it means everything
I’m just trying to make you sing

and that is where i'll start again. and that is where you realize that life is precious and that it is a gift.