life is just so busy. and when my weeks are packed to the brim, it's hard to be motivated to sit down to a computer and type for hours to catch up on the things i've left out. rather, i would like to spend my time doing nothing, or watching movies, or having a picnic by the schuylkill river at sunset (cause that is really living the dream).
but i understand that there are people out there who care about what is going on in my life, and this grand new adventure that i am a part of. so again, for that, i'm sorry i've forgotten you in the busyness.
i've decided though that i don't want to do a day to day update of everything that is happening in my weeks. frankly i don't care enough to write it, and i'm not sure you care enough to read it (considering my last post, in which i did that, i only got one comment (thanks Z) and the other one i had seven). i follow the numbers people.
so, since i have my journal with me most days, and i feel most methodical when i am writing in that, i think i'll just try doing excerpts from that and see how it goes. hopefully this will give you all more material and make it more motivating for me. because i really do still love the feel of a pen in my hand.
so to get it all started, here's something i wrote in my second week, looking out over the delaware river at penn's landing.
today i walked around the city.
this city that i feel so connected to already - after only three weeks of being here.
this city that is so open and diverse.
this city that allows so many different types of people to call it home.
this city that has called me close to its heart.
this city of brotherly love. where i have learned to love so beyond myself.
and i ask myself:
what will this city mean to me beyond this day?
what is this city calling me to beyond tomorrow?
i wonder if i could see myself living here.
loving here.
God You know the desires of my heart.
but do i even know those things?
continue to reveal Yourself to me.
whatever that means and in whatever context that applies.
You have brought me here.
You have called me here.
continue to call me here every morning.
remind me of the purpose You set out for me.
i am here to love You.
to love myself.
and to love others beyond that.
1 comment:
Good that you are thinking about your mother... You can/will look and try to find yourself until the day you die but you only get one mother, grasshopper...
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