Wow.. 2012. Who would have thunk it! A new year with new adventures already under way. For me, this rising sun brings a city skyline silhouette. Classes start up soon for me in the Windy City and I am very much looking forward to it. As it turns out, this is becoming my first step into the real world as an adult man. I know I've been "an adult" according to age for a few years now, but feeling like a responsible adult is another thing.. and it's starting to set in. I'm really on my own on this one... with the Almighty at my side of course. If it weren't for His provision, I wouldn't be stepping into this new realm of life at all. Praise Him for the road ahead... even if you don't know what that path looks like, because you can be assured that it is going to turn out for YOUR BEST. Because God never works things out for anything less.

Pit Stop of Life

I am now a professional traveler... it's official. Considering I've just done my first solo major trip/"move". Today I completed the North to Midwest commute in a two day period. Summer is gone like the wind! I can't believe the time is over and school is upon us. I'm only taking a short time in this place that was once home to tie up a few loose ends with my car. Catching up with a few close friends is just a perk of being gone for so long. Has it really been almost three months? And three before that!
I hate to even unpack stuff from my stuffed vehicular device, but I must for a short time since I'm staying a few days. It took me a good day and a half to pack it up from my Summer Home residence and fit it into my poor litt

le "Amy"

This is only the beginning I can tell.
There are going to be many more of these travels... Thank God for traveling mercies.
See if you can keep up!

In Chaos and Pain

The Long journey has come to an end, and yet it is only beginning.
Coming up to the school at a quarter past ten Friday night was a fulfilling moment. Having many miles behind, along with a blown tire, gas money, and a "Pay it forward" opportunity, the trip and all the happenings before it were just one big post-it note from God saying

I'm STILL here.

It took me two days to get everything in its proper place, but I finally got fully moved in. I have plenty of brothers in the room with me (six to be exact)so I was trying hard to keep everything condensed in my desk and under my bed. I'm likin' the roomies so far. We're all very different, but it is awesome to know that we are all family in Him.
Did a lot of errands and orientation meetings today, so I'm pretty peopled out. But I'm seriously considering a good run on the treadmill before bed. That way I can still be "with" people... er.. watching them from above as they play soccer... Just not so surrounded. I wish I still had my Tenth Avenue North music. They were always my favorite running companions.
Then it's off to the showers that I cleaned earlier this afternoon. 7:15 comes earlier than you expect it.


..."I'm still here"...

Autumn Overhaul

So... I think the people around here are trying to quicken the seasons. It was terrible. I was driving home from a long day at work, not really paying attention until I was about to pull into my parking spot and was greeted by a mass of decapitated tree limbs!!! I guess it was just time to cut them back, but I think someone got a little zealouse over the whole thing. Glad I'm leaving soon, that way I can blissfully ignore the change. Just another change, just another reminder that this place is not my home.

A Journal Page

It hit me the other day,
I have three weeks till leaving for Bible School. So, I started pulling everything out. Got my plastic tubs full of old notebooks, towel sets, gloves, scarves, pens, curtains... a life I had put on hold for a year and a half. It's time to start again. I've gone through my clothes again to pick out what I'm taking and leaving, what keepsakes I'm taking and where they'll go, and all that jazz. It's hard because not only am I thinking about the move to school, but also about where it's all gonna go once my parents leave the country next year for good! I'm kinda packing for a double move.
Gets me on one of those nastalgic runways. I have a hunkering to sit and read through all the journals I've kept. I love to find the closest thing to date in one of my past journals and read what my life was like, what cares I had, and what God was doing one, two, three, four, or five years ago.
It'll be interesting to sit and read about these days in a year or so.