i am learning a lot. and thankful for much that is happening.
thankful for friends coming into town, driving so long to see just us.
thankful for friends showing me how to go above and beyond serving others in ways i would not think to (move heart! move!).
thankful for women in the word. without it, i would not have the three 2 chronicles commentaries on my desk. i am learning so much about the book i never thought was possible to grasp or see. why is there so much repetition about dead kings???!!! there is a purpose: to show God’s everlasting promise and love for his people. i am learning that chronicles is a little more about symbolism, since it was written at a time when israel was returning from their exile from babylon. they needed reassurance that their God was still there. through showing the abrahamic and davidic generational promises of the past and focusing on the temple, Ezra, the supposed author of chronicles, tries to encourage and remind israel of their past and God’s presence.
thankful for the people at “church on the street.” a quote that has stuck with me “just cause you’re homeless, you don’t have to dress like it. people start walking by you and clutching at their purses.” -a response i received from a man who has been on the streets for 7 years. i complemented his sweater he was wearing. i also ate old donated fish and crawdads last week from emory at “church on the street”. it was a surprisingly real moment. even though they have nothing, the people at “church on the street” still pour into me with care and their insights about God. last week was beautiful to be surrounded by such a diverse group and hearing their thoughts on the bible and obedience.
thankful for thanksgiving and christmas around the corner. i know i am supposed to live each day to its fullest, but i am just itching to see my mama (and the rest of y’all).
thankful for paper and scissors and glue. my friend gail has inspired some deep strains of creativity in me lately. it has been a lot of fun working with my hands and mind during my down time.
last friday, i finally made it to a friend’s wood shop. it was glorious. smelling wood again. getting sawdust on my jacket and glue stuck onto my fingers. my friend’s coworker let me re-glue a chair. words cannot express the feeling of restoring that chair. it was ugly, but it felt so right standing there, tightening clamps, searching for supplies to reinforce, sanding, etc. i am thankful for the ability God gave me to work with wood and see the potential beauty. it is all about restoring something to its former or at least workable glory.