This morning I woke up to the sound of my alarm. It's hard to get up when you have no place to be and nothing to do when you don't get there. But I got up about 30 minutes after I turned my alarm off, and was promptly greeted (and by greeted I mean bear hugged and stumbling to keep balanced) by my two small roommates. Michael, the too-cool-for-school 6th grader, and Alex, the I'm-happy-in-my-own-world-but-I'll-visit-your's-occassionally, 3rd grader. They are wonderful boys and they seem to like me a lot. I'm already the big sister. And I love it.


My third roommate just smiled and said something to the effect of "Isn't that a great way to wake up?" Kathryn, the Lord-give-me-strength mom and bread-winner. She is wonderful too, and I think she likes me a lot too. I'm already a family member and friend.


She is right. It's a great way to wake up. I love this family, and am so thankful for the Lord's provision of a place to stay in the in-between.


So after the bear hugs and laughs, they headed off for school and work, and I was left to an empty house and a beautiful sunrise. It lured me outside and I spent some time with my great God and Savior outside in His splendor.

The heavens are telling of the glory of God, and their expanse is declaring the work of His hands. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night reveals knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard. The line has gone out through all the earth, and their utterances to the end of the world. In them He has placed a tent for the sun, which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, it rejoices as a strong man to run his course. Its rising is from one end of the heavens, and its circuit to the other end of them; and there is nothing hidden from its heat. The law of the Lord is prefect, restoring the soul; the testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple. The precepts of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart; the commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes. The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever; the judgements of the Lord are true; they are righteous altogether. They are more desirable than gold, yes, than much fine gold, sweeter also than honey and the drippings of the honeycomb. Moreover, by them Your servant is warned; in keeping them there is great reward. Who can discern his errors? Acquit me of hidden faults. Also keep back Your servant from presumptuous sins; let them not rule over me; then I will be blameless, and I shall be acquitted of great transgression. Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer. --Psalm 19

I love this psalm! Basically, nature screams God's existance and proclaims His glory! And in light of who God is, the Creator of all of that screaming natural, beautiful glory, I realize my insufficiency when compared to Him and His beauty and His perfection. That makes me fall on my face and ask for forgiveness and to want Him to be pleased with me!

He is beautiful, isn't He.

Mom, Dad, I'm home.

I used to blog a couple of years ago. Somehow I just lost touch with it. "Somehow." I know exactly how--and by how I mean why--but more about that later. The point is, I'm home. It's like returning to your parents after you ran away to join the circus: so familiar and relieving, yet strained and slightly awkward. I guess that really depends on your parents. With mine, it would definitely be a joyous reunion filled with tears and engulfing hugs that lasted at least two full mintues per parent, immediately followed by probing and pointed questions that rang to the tune of "what the beep were thinking?!" and "I told you so." But they would mean it with all the love in their heart-and that's not sarcasm this time, Mom and Dad; I love you guys and am confident of your love of me.

Anyway, this experience of returning to blogging is, for me, strained and slightly awkward because I've been away for so long and because I'm nervous of having a reader to read (and judge) my writings. I tell you that to ask you this: please bear with me as I reorient myself to this whole blogging thing.