we sound much better

This is my vow that I am going to run EVERYDAY until Christmas break. Then I'll decide what to do from there. Oh my gosh wish me and my shins luck.

every single summer

I'm in Demoss Hall. It's like 11:00 PM, and I'm crying. I'm not crying for any particular reason and I'm just sad. No one made me sad, it is just that time when things are sad.

This happens for girls from time to time. I'm drowning in my tears and I'm sad and I'm crying and then I start to think about my day. I think about the fact that I was there when someone accepted Christ earlier that day. That I watched a man's soul go from death to life in a instant. I watched a man answer God's calling for his life. I watched this man trust God. Just a man, who doesn't deserve it. I don't deserve, neither do any other of my Christian friends. We are people to be pitied and spit upon, but we are forgiven, loved and rejoiced over. Unconditionally, God is there for us. Always. A man trusted JESUS and now this guy will be forever changed.

Suddenly, I wasn't as sad anymore.

tune my heart to sing thy grace

There has been so much going on. I do not know where to begin. I guess I can start off by saying that I have been running again. I have my first race since the 10 miler this weekend. This one, however, is for the freedom for enslaved girls caught in the sex trafficking in Asia. WHAT. I'm so excited. They give you a name of a girl and you put it on your arm. The whole three point one miles you're constantly aware of the purpose of this run. Jazzed. plus, race days give me the happiest feelings in the whole life of happy.

Hm. Also, I just came back from a state that I have never been to. South Carolina, you have been added to the list of TWELVE. We left Wednesday, spent a lot of money and came back Sunday, with 25 minutes until I had to be at work. I could not ask for a better weekend. Catching the waves with my friends, playing games and getting tan. Burnt for me ;) This weekend was one of those times that if I ever get to go back to Myrtle Beach, I'll remember every detail like I've been there every summer since I was 7. It was special and I'm happy that I got to experience it. My wallet hurts, but a month from now that will not even be a concern of mine. Some of my favorite memories include:

 

Glenn's ice bath.

Experiencing Satan's Lounge

 

Throwing parachute men off the balcony of Captain's Quarters!

 

This

 Catching the sunrise.

Cotton fields

These people who are my FRIENDS

There is just too much to cover the whole weekend. I could write a book on it. Speaking of which, I did read a book. It was good, but I'll probably never read it again. Unless I'm married and my marriage is suffering, aka it was divorce and the miracle of a couple staying together. Touching. Really.

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Side note.
I've started to read a devotional called, Soul Detox. Laugh all you want, because I did, too. The title is corny and sometimes I wish it would go deeper. However, the truth is that I have been so convicted. God is at work, and He is testing me so much and I am excited to see His faithfulness in the end.



Another side note. BRING ON THE COOKIES AND CAKE, Thursday. peace n blessings yall

"The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start."

I "ran" ten miles. I use that word loosely, but I finished ten miles. My goal?!?!?!? 2 hours, but I told myself I'd be okay with 2.15.


I GOT 2.15.

THAT'S MY GUN TIME. NOT THE CHIP TIME. I'M NOT LYING!!




Ohmgosh I'm on fire. WHEN'S
THE
NEXT
RACE!!!

angry blog

"I knew that in a hearbeart those two little girls were going to go from Blues Clues to Jersey Shore. In a heartbeat those hearts of those little girls would turn into jaded thirteen, fourteen year old girls that know that their only value in this world is their ability to attract the opposite sex."

Phil Vischer spoke these words at Convocation a few weeks back. These words have stuck with me and I can't get them out of my head. They actually kindof make me angry, too. They make me angry because they're true and a lot of the time the truth can hurt.





grr I want to get even.

Standing on the Sharptop, looking just how far we got

Every Saturday, me and a few friends (more like 60 people) head out to a low-income neighborhood and we build relationships with the families we meet. Our ultimate goal is to love on them like Jesus loves on us. Like He already loves on them. The best part is that... I get to be apart of this.

Yesterday was a really good day because my group met this woman who is already a Christian. I get so encouraged to meet anyone in any stage of life worshiping the onehighking.

Afterwards, Jaja, Roxanne and myself went to the j.Crew warehouse sale.

That's all of us, there. We got some good deals, but it's been better.

After that, we climbed up sharp top mountain with some of our friends (former bros and current friends).

We met up at 5:30 and took the long drive to the mountain where we got out and took the long hike to the top. It's really not that long. At one point, there was two roads diverged into wood... and Roxie and I took the road less traveled and it made all of the difference. It was nice though, and we got to to the top where it was windy and our backs were sweaty therefore we could.not.get.warm. The stars were so clear and it literally looked like the sky had acne, but you wanted to stop and star and be in awestruck wonder at the magnificent beauty of it all.
We started a fire and just had a great time.

Afterwards, we came down the paved road since we left too late to go down the trail with about ten people and two flashlights.
Went to cookout, got some shut eye and really put this night in the archives of awesome.

making all things new

Natasha Washburn is married. She is now Natasha Coan and she was my RA three years ago. It is crazy to think back to those days, but in all reality I can only think of the good times. The laughs and the late nights and the good changes.

Sitting at her wedding and seeing Lauren, and sitting next to Katie, Roxie and Alyssa I flashed back to 2009. I flash back to Alyssa coming in (out of dress code) and how I stole Katie's bed. I remember going to wal-mart that first night with my mom, Cierrah and Greg so scared that my roommates hate me. I read my journal that summer before I came and I made me laugh because I talked about how scared I was to be here. To come and talk to these people. Looking back at that year, I see that now that it is apart of my story and I would not change it for anything.

This is my fourth year of Lynchburg and while I graduated, I owe myself a fourth year. It's strange really, walking around and knowing everyone but knowing no one in the same breath. I've been working, taking Graduate Level classes and trying to really find direction in my life. But right now, God has me where he wants me. No car, a student-worker job, and a whole lot of debt.

When I think about what God wants to have for my life I get excited. Literally, He is writing this great story and all I get to o is sit back and enjoy it. Any work for me is counted as a joy that I am serving this great high priest (his name is love). Let's do this, and let's make this new season in my life become the usual story to be retold three years from now. Literally, God has appointed everything for a reason and whom shall I fear? bloooooppp Glory Baby!