Thankful.

I am so thankful for friends who love me.

Friends who pray when I ask, and friends who pray when I don't ask. Friends who listen, friends who give advice. Friends who tell me I look awesome in my jeans. Friends who will make me tea in the middle of the night. Friends who come calling my name, just to see how I am. Literally. I have been blessed beyond reason with the people God has placed in my life. Love. Them.

Ok, really.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm in middle school again. No, this does not have to do with me spending a ridiculous amount of time with middle school girls, nor does it have to do with me thinking the Biebster is presh. This has to do with how I feel.

I'm an INFJ. (Please take the Myers-Briggs. It's great.) This means I'm an Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Judger. In other words, I need my alone time and I base a lot off of what I think and feel. I have a tendency to let my feelings overtake what I know to be true. I used to do this all the time when I was in middle school and early high school. I didn't know how to deal with what was going on in my head and in my heart, so I ended up feeling anxious all. the. time. (No, no really. I went to counseling as a 12 year old for this.) As I got older, I learned how to better handle what was going on and have been pretty steady since then.

Every once in a while, this anxiety creeps back in. I manage to pray and read and talk it out, and it goes away. Not this time. It's stuck around a bit too long for my liking. Therefore, I feel like I am 12 once again, and I just want to crawl under a rock. Thank the Lord for grace, and the knowledge that God is in control and loves me through my anxiety.

Thoughts from Breathing Deep.

Yoga.

Homework.

Yogi Breathe Deep Tea.

Celebration of a new relationship on the hall.

Fog rolling in through my open windows.

Rain drizzling through the fog.

Jónsi Go Live.

"We are called to be radically different, but not radically separate." Dr. Peter Slade.

I came home yesterday and played catch up on the day with Anna Clare. She asked how church was, and my response was, "It was good. The sermon was good. It was on 1 Corinthians 13:4. You know. Grace. Love. The usual."

As soon as those words escaped my mouth, I stopped. "The usual. The USUAL?! Really?" This conversation continued, and we discussed "the usual." I am blessed to live in a community where I hear the Gospel every. single. say. I hear it in class. I hear it in chapel. I hear it from my friends. I read it in my Bible. I get it every day. The Gospel has become "the usual." It is not "the usual." It is the most amazing sacrifice ever made, the most amazing gift ever given.

My understanding of grace and love are greater this semester than last, greater today than yesterday. I hope that this continues. That my understanding grows, and that I don't view hearing these things as "the usual."

Just some thoughts.

Currently.

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Announcement.

I have an announcement to make!

(Get excited.)

I will be spending the month of June here:

Kilmallie Free Church of Scotland.

Kilmallie Free Church of Scotland's view from their front door.

(Photos from the church's Facebook page)

More details to come!

The Little Things, Number Five.

29. Fog rolling in on this mountain, and swirling in the streetlights at night.

30. World Religions class.

31. My first cup of [good] coffee while sitting in a morning class of the semester.

32. My family.

33. The Founders community.

34. Uncertainty of the future.

35. A good work out.

36. My blue argyle camelbak water bottle.

37. Spontaneous trips to World Market.

38. Being reminded of the Gospel every. single. day. More than once per day.

Baby Sister.

Happy 17th Birthday, Baby Sister!

I love you!