I couldn’t have asked for a more glorious breath of fresh air yesterday! Such a beautiful day and an incredible show. Thanks Bono, The Edge, Larry and Adam.
I’ve decided it is kind of funny. Seeing a lot of studious people the last few days it seems some think they have the most work of anyone as the quarter draws to a close. Let’s face it, almost everyone is busy right now. The coffee shops are teeming with studious people. Somehow busyness and the most intense classes make us look so accomplished. I love spending time in the gospels where Jesus constantly withdraws to spend time alone on a mountainside savoring moments of solitude, prayer and rest. Ok, as much as I want to use this as an excuse to maybe…take a sunrise hike in place of a piano final tomorrow morning?? I can’t and I wont. We all get to partake in this week of tests, projects, papers, last minute assignments together! Well, that makes it sound fun. I feel busy but productivity feels wonderful especially as it’s laced with moments of rest.
Focusing on the favorites of finals: the excuse to drink endless cups of coffee, spend time at Starbucks with friends (even while staring at separate screens fellowship is a blessing), manipulating sleep schedules, loving late nights of quiet, observing the pizza man deliver midnight snacks to neighbors who are likely up studying. Fitting everything in is kind of a thrill. I’d venture to say everything left feels manageable. I’m definitely feeling optimistic because U2 is buzzing around here and will be gracing the ears of their Seattle fans in just four days!!
Finals… we’ve been through so many of them. Maybe everyone does have the most homework of everyone. However much you have left to do, good luck friends!
Sunday morning Starbucks is wonderful, as per usual. White mocha americano, finishing up in the Gospel of John, bouncing Gospels questions off my dad, listening in on the latest and greatest drama of the baristas, saying hi to the regulars (namely the little girl who comes in with her dad to not only let her mom sleep in every week but also to pick up her americano, brownie points). Bono countdown continues.
“I was born to sing for you
I didn’t have a choice but to lift you up
And sing whatever song you wanted me to.
I give you back my voice
From the womb my first cry, it was a joyful noise.”
The little girl I nanny told me I have the same cuteness as the baby from ice age. I was so flattered. But then she clarified I’m a little lesser cute because my nose is pierced. You win some you lose some.
At 8:51am I woke up for my 8:30am piano midterm with the biggest wrinkle down my face from sleeping wrong on my pillow. Thankfully I have a wonderful roommate who not only chauffeurs me across campus but also encourages positive life choices. Today will be a great day.
Sara is one amazing lady. I appreciate her heart and the profound reflection of Christ she is in all arenas of life. As a music writer, wife, mom, daughter, social justice activist her love for the Lord is so deeply evident.
thanks Dr. Keuss for this really thoughtful response to the death of Osama bin Laden - which has been laying pretty heavy after a women tried to involve me in her celebration of his death last night by raising her hands and saying: “Hell is a little bit fuller tonight!!”
I thought the American Revolution was fought to escape the monarchy. Hmm.
I love it.
It is ridiculous how many Bibles we complied in this house. And this isn’t even all of them! (Taken with Instagram at Seattle Pacific University)
More broken promises? No more broken promises.
On Sunday I was saying bye to my friend April. “Let’s run together soon!” I say. At which point my cousin, Mike, pitches in… “more broken promises.” Dang it. He’s completely right. These little promises to get together with people so often fail to come true. Of course, I can’t let that happen now. I need to go running with April and hang out with a handful of others…the ones I’ve passed on the way to class with a, “hey, lets hang out soon!”