Life On The Porch

My porch is hands down my favorite thing about my new house. I probably spend more time sitting out here on our ghetto couch than inside. There's an atmosphere on this porch. A good one.

Almost every night my roommates and I wander outside, and plop down on the couch. Laughs are shared, guitars are strummed, stories are told... we live the good life.

Since I moved in last month, I've had some of the best conversations of my life sitting on this porch. Just last night I sat out here with a friend I met this summer talking into the early hours of the morning. It was so great to learn more about her life, and be able to share some of mine too. The night air played with our hair as we delved into the real matters of life: family, friends, faith, relationships. I learned more about her in those few hours than I have with friends I've known for years.  It was awesome.

So if you ever find yourself on Wealthy Street, come on over. I'll meet you on the porch.

People Watching

I like to watch other people worship. Seeing people with arms in the air, tears streaming down their face, enthralled in utter praise stirs something inside of me. I can't quite put my finger on what it is, but it tugs at me somewhere.

I was at a praise and worship gathering at Aquinas tonight, and I was so taken by a few of the other attendees- one in particular. My gaze continually went back to her. As we sang, she held her hands high, her smiling radiating throughout the room. This girl felt something when she sang. She wasn't just standing in a small, musty chapel. She was standing in the presence of God. And her clear recognition of this made me realize it too.

I found myself a bit jealous of her.  It was like everyone else just faded into the background.  It was just her and God.  It's not as if my singing was merely empty words.  But I can't say I was consumed with God the way she was.  I'd sure like to be though.

Here's To The Beginning

I've mused over the idea of starting a blog for quite some time now.  But I didn't like the thought of others casually perusing through the inner workings of my heart and mind.  I feared my deepest thoughts, the realest parts of me, would be skimmed over too quickly.  It made me uneasy.  It still does.  

Regardless of my inhibitions, I've decided to give this a shot.  Perhaps someone out there in cyberspace will enjoy my reflections.  I'd like that.