I Can See Clearly Now...

...the rain is gone.

I used to pride myself on my 20/20 vision. Thus, the opposite was inevitable. As of yesterday, I have joined the glasses-wearing crowd. The eye doctor says I don't have to wear them all the time, just when I am reading or on the computer or driving at night. So, I'll pretty much be wearing them all the time.

When I first tried them on at the doctor's office, it felt like I was in one of those fun houses with all the mirrors. Everything was distorted by my standards. I didn't even want to drive with them because that was just asking for trouble.

I wore them for a few hours when I got home. I find the term "four eyes" very appropriate. I was so confused as to what I was seeing that it felt like I had four eyes, each looking in different directions. It's day one of wearing corrective lenses, so I know it will take time. After my eyes focus, I can see pretty clearly. Everything is a lot sharper. I never even knew what I was missing.

What a blessing it is to be able to "fix" our sight! God has given me so much to be thankful for.

Exposed

I woke up and began my daily routine which includes a cup of espresso and milk and walking Dominoe. For some reason unknown to me, I took an interest in cleaning my bathroom before getting my coffee. As I made my way through the morning, I got THE CALL from RUF.

I hung up the phone, sat on my couch, and buried my face in the pillow as tears welled up in my eyes. I wasn't crying because I got the job, which I was thrilled about. I was crying because in this month of waiting, I hadn't realized how my heart had started to harden. Everyday, I waited to get a call telling me I wasn't going to be an intern this year. I began questioning what God was calling me to do in Kennesaw.

In one fatal blow, God put my doubts and indifference to rest. I cannot express how freeing it is to know that the Holy Spirit is working in my heart, battling the idols I build up for myself. I am His and I am thankful that He is so jealous that He wants me all to Himself! I don't want to belong to anyone or anything else.

Thank you all for the love you've shown me these past few months! Every e-mail, letter, and phone call has been an encouragement to trust in God's provisions. I couldn't have done it without you. Our journey at KSU is just beginning and I am more than excited to share in this ministry with you.

RUF large group will meet for the third time tonight, but it will be my first time. Please, pray for that the students will come with open minds and hearts and that God will use Chris Bowen's message to reach out to them. Pray, also, that I seek only to glorify God and point students to Jesus as I meet and get to know them this year. And, of course, send up a prayer or thanks and praise for His provisions in getting me on campus.

From Oranges to Peaches

I sat on the lawn singing out loud to some familiar tunes that blasted over the loudspeakers on either side of me. Some other people around me were singing too, while others were immersed in the moment of being with their friends or families, oblivious to the music. I sat on the lawn of Stone Mountain Park for an hour and a half waiting for the Saturday night laser light show to begin. The stone mountain was a sight in itself, bearing a carving of three confederate generals on horses. In my peripheral vision, I could see the sky lift, wishing I was riding it to the top of the mountain instead of sitting uncomfortably in the midst of hundreds of people I didn't know. The show, complete with fireworks, was worth the wait. I'll want to go back.

Just hours before claiming my spot on the lawn, I had been walking around the exhibits of the 40th Annual Yellow Daisy Festival in another part of the park. There was so many tents, each manned by an artist of some sort trying to sell their creative works. I saw everything from music to paintings and furniture to antique spoon jewelry. Anyone who saw me walking around might have thought that I was uninterested in the exhibits because I rarely stopped to actually appreciate it. But that wasn't the case. In fact, the creativity that surrounded me stirred up a desire to go to Michael's arts and craft store and buy all the tools my inner artist wanted so that she might express herself. Hmm...

As I experience the sights and events Georgia has to offer, I am beginning to feel less and less like a foreigner. I got my Georgia driver's license a couple weeks ago and I registered my vehicle today after a series of mini dilemmas. I'm officially a Georgian. Is that what we are called?

Dominoe sat in the trunk as I sat on the road to replace my license plate.


I may have a Georgia tag, but I will always represent my Florida Gators!!

I know my sticker is on backwards.