I'm fairly certain that tomorrow will go something like this:
Lena, what were you trying to write? Is this supposed to convey a coherent thought?
Those are both splendid questions. So let me splain you a thing. As you can see right here...yes, right after the title... that's where you stifled my creativity with your demon-spawned-awful prompts.
I miss this.
I miss the week-long, sweaty, didn’t-matter-how-you-looked, uninhibited play, and the impromptu worship.
I miss my girls.
I miss the early mornings and the late night prayers.
I miss the hearts focused solely focused on bringing the word of God to these amazing children.
In about 400 days I will no longer live in the US.
In about 460 days there will be another Zeltlager and I might just be able to participate again.
Pride and Prejudice (2005)
Based on Jane Austen’s 1813 novel
I was reading this and all I could think was “this is so very true” and I got to the end and it occurred to me that I although I am broken by sin I am made whole in Christ. This “oh God” is not just some abstraction commonly cried out to in a moment of brokenness. There is a God. He is the God. He is my God. He guides me, He teaches me, and He LOVES me. Through Him, I am made new, I am made whole, and I am made alive.
Ephesians 2 (I’m just going to recommend reading it or re-reading all of it, but 2:4-5 is what immediately came to mind.)
4 But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, 5 made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved.