Since January, some friends and I have been serving supper to homeless people downtown on Sunday nights. It started with two friends and I carrying around a pot of chili looking for folks to eat, and has turned into something really cool. We meet in an old gas station parking lot and there are usually around 50 or so folks that come by to eat and hang out.
We've gotten to know a lot of the guys that come each week. It's been really cool to meet a tiny portion of their overall physical needs, make friendships, pray over people, and hear their stories.
Back in March, I flew in from Nicaragua at midnight on my birthday. After some time out with friends, a bit of sleep, and church, I cooked supper and feared I'd be the only one serving that Sunday night. Completely out of the blue, this guy pulled up and dropped off a bunch of food. He'd seen us and wanted to help out. He said he couldn't stay to help serve because it was his birthday and he had plans. We were birthday twins!
Turns out, he's a chef. Since March, he's cooked a few meals for us and has always been willing to help. I've been busier than normal lately and have missed the past few Sunday's downtown. Last Thursday, I sat in my office thinking about who would cook this Sunday? I could do it, but knew I'd be exhausted and it would stress me out more than make me glad to serve. (Does that ever happen to you?) (As I've been learning more and more about being in the presence of the Lord, a by-product has been learning about rest and more freedom to know my boundaries.) Anywho, Thursday I was thinking about it and getting a bit stressed out. Later in the day, I took it to the Lord. Casually, almost. And you know what?
"Email Heath" was the Lord's response. Hmmm...I hadn't seen him in months and it was really last minute to ask. But, I emailed him anyway and his response blew me away. Not only was he willing to cook food for Sunday, but he and his friends had a fundraiser planned for that Saturday. Wow. He and his friends asked their friends to bring clothes, dry food goods, and cash to help people downtown.
He brought his rugby team buddies downtown last night and they had TONS of dry food and clothes for people to take. Heath cooked a great meal. They were all really cool and will hopefully be back.
I was really blown away by the provision of the Lord last night. It was a beautiful picture of entrusting something to God and watching Him go above and beyond anything I was planning to ask for.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Mushrooms or oaks?
I read this quote on Facebook this morning:
When God wants to make a mushroom, he does it overnight, but when he wants to make a giant oak, he takes a hundred years. Great souls are grown through struggles and storms and seasons of suffering. Be patient with the process.-Rick Warren
Such good perspective for me. I like things to be done quickly and seamlessly. Yet, from what I have gathered so far, life isn't like that. God could work that way all the time, but often times doesn't. He could have sent his people to the promised land the quick and direct way, but he chose to have them detour over and over again for 40 years. Jesus could have lived an easy and pain free life on earth, but he didn't. Instead, He was mocked, disregarded, tempted by satan in the wilderness, and persecuted to the point of death - for something He was not guilty of.
I heard a sermon the week before last. He said the life without struggle and pain would be easy. You would wake up, go to work, go home, do it again the next day. And that life would be boring. As much as we say we do, we don't really want a life free of trouble. Because then we don't experience the victory found only in Christ Jesus. In the struggle and pain, we see, we feel, we embrace the power of God. God's love is able to rescue us...even in the midst of trouble.
Isaiah 61:1-3 are some of my favorite verses.
The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to bring good news to the poor;
he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim liberty to the captives,
and the opening of the prison to those who are bound;
to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor,
and the day of vengeance of our God;
to comfort all who mourn;
to grant to those who mourn in Zion—
to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit;
that they may be called oaks of righteousness,
the planting of the LORD, that he may be glorified.
Yes, I think I'll take the struggles and storms in order to become an oak tree rather than a mushroom.
When God wants to make a mushroom, he does it overnight, but when he wants to make a giant oak, he takes a hundred years. Great souls are grown through struggles and storms and seasons of suffering. Be patient with the process.-Rick Warren
Such good perspective for me. I like things to be done quickly and seamlessly. Yet, from what I have gathered so far, life isn't like that. God could work that way all the time, but often times doesn't. He could have sent his people to the promised land the quick and direct way, but he chose to have them detour over and over again for 40 years. Jesus could have lived an easy and pain free life on earth, but he didn't. Instead, He was mocked, disregarded, tempted by satan in the wilderness, and persecuted to the point of death - for something He was not guilty of.
I heard a sermon the week before last. He said the life without struggle and pain would be easy. You would wake up, go to work, go home, do it again the next day. And that life would be boring. As much as we say we do, we don't really want a life free of trouble. Because then we don't experience the victory found only in Christ Jesus. In the struggle and pain, we see, we feel, we embrace the power of God. God's love is able to rescue us...even in the midst of trouble.
Isaiah 61:1-3 are some of my favorite verses.
The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to bring good news to the poor;
he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim liberty to the captives,
and the opening of the prison to those who are bound;
to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor,
and the day of vengeance of our God;
to comfort all who mourn;
to grant to those who mourn in Zion—
to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit;
that they may be called oaks of righteousness,
the planting of the LORD, that he may be glorified.
Yes, I think I'll take the struggles and storms in order to become an oak tree rather than a mushroom.
Monday, November 12, 2012
A few updates...
I just haven't been in the mood to blog. Sharing funny stories seems futile to me these days. Other things seem to heavy to blog about - who wants to read the heavy? I wonder. And so, posts are few and far between.
That being said, here's a mixed bag of things going on lately:
That being said, here's a mixed bag of things going on lately:
- I'm still loving teaching. My students are fun and I feel really natural up there. Definitely a blessing that I've been given this opportunity.
- It came up that one of my students is a good break dancer. I called him to the front and made him do it for the class. It was awesome! :)
- Adult acne: it is the worst!
- Celebrated Courtney's 30th in style. Had a fun party in the Big Burg. She loved it. We all did. Maggie and I came up with this for her birthday gift. I have to say, 7 months of planning and scheming paid off! Check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?
v=c_MUH37G8SU - I got to celebrate Shannon and Chris tie the knot this weekend in Greenville. Had a great time; I'm still sore from dancing! The true mark of a good time!
- I ran 40 minutes last night. Kick start to getting back on the exercise train. Felt really good.
- Last week I got some really good time with the Lord. At one point the Lord said to me, "Elizabeth Ann. I know you want to GO and DO. I want you to learn to BE." And I wonder how many of us need to hear the same thing? Identity: it keeps coming up and I don't think that's going to stop any time soon. Do I really know who I am and who I belong to? Why is it that it is harder to be than to do something? Because there isn't anything to show for it? Because sometimes it takes more discipline to sit and be still with God than to do a Bible study or help others, etc.?
- Went to the 6:00 pm service last night for the first time. The sermon was from 1 Peter 4:1-11 and spoke a lot about suffering. Been thinking about the blessings that come from suffering. We all have things we'd rather bypass, but in those things, the Lord can do so much.
- I have a case of the Monday's.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
My first time as an instructor
Way back at the end of January I was meeting with one of my pastors and somehow mentioned that I went to grad school. He asked for what and I told him economics. He said he taught world religion downtown and had a phone call that day -- they were looking for an economics instructor! Did I want to teach there? Seriously? I've always wanted to teach and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. The school is on the quarter system so it would be for 10 weeks, one night a week. Small classes; seemed like the perfect way to try my hand at this. I met with the Gen Ed chair and the job was mine. Wahoo!
However, no one signed up for the class and it was cancelled. Boo. I got an email a few months ago saying the class would be held in the fall and the job was mine if I wanted it. I thought that I did, but also wanted to pray about it and make sure I would have time for this adventure. Shortly after that email, I went to Nicaragua in July. Early into the trip I knew I wanted to do this and had a peace from the Lord about it. Towards the end of the trip one of Osvaldo's prophesies over me was that I was called to "teach and preach -- not in a church." Pretty cool confirmation from the Lord.
Fast forward a few months and I was ready, or ready as I'll ever be, to teach my first class. I made sure I wore a suit and heels. When you look like you're 23 you have to dress professional. (Thank you Mr. Scarborough!)
I headed down there after my day job to meet with HR and turn in one last thing. As I walked to the building, I started wondering what in the world I was doing. I started feeling completely inept and wondering how in the world I would pull this off. Two things happened:
After my visit with HR, I wondered around to where I thought I should be. The dude that hired me wasn't there, so I made myself at home in a random cubicle. At some point, I went to grab my jump drive. No where to be found in my messenger bag. Shiesta! Must be in my car...not a big deal. I tell the secretary of sorts that I'll be right back; she could care less if I told her I was the pope.
I scooted down the street to grab it out of my purse. Calm, cool, and collected.
Y'all, it was. Not. There. Double shiesta!
I put it in at work yesterday and must have forgotten to take it out! Ah! I headed down to my regular office and bolted in the door. Of course it was locked so I found the security guard who gave me lip about having an ID badge but oh well. I ran to the office, grabbed it, and headed back. Praise the Lord I made it back in time!
I've been reading Jesus Calling for a month or so now and yesterday's was pretty perfect. It came back to mind in the midst of my frantic/anxious/ah! what am I doing? freak out moment:
So, armed with truth I headed back to my cube and got things settled. I made the copies I needed to make and felt calm and prepared. Now, let's talk about food. I brought some delicious lemon/brussels sprouts/walnut/feta/lemon zest quinoa to heat up for supper. However, I started feeling odd about that: where would I heat it up? Get a spoon, etc? So I decided to grab the 2 packs of cheese/peanut butter crackers I had in my car. A pack before I started and one during the break and I'd be good to go.
So...I opened the first pack and OMG it was nasty! Way too OLD! Gross! The next pack was edible, but certainly a smidge stale. Things to think through for next week!
I headed down to my classroom and two students were in there. I tried to log on the computer, but could not. This is the first time I needed help. One of the dudes walked me around the school until we found another instructor who very kindly showed me how to work it -- gave the tricky password. We headed back to class and there were 6 students in there.
We got started with introductions, the syllabus, etc. About that time my 7th student strolled in late. I'd have been a bit frustrated, but he had just flown in from Hong Kong and loves bacon so how frustrated could you be? Also, he was a huge asset as he worked the computer glitches for me throughout the evening.
The class runs from 6:00 to 10:00 pm; that is a LONG time to keep people entertained! I'm supposed to teach for 50 of 60 minutes, so we left at 9:30 and took a 10 minute break. We went through all of the business you do in a new class, went over two chapters of PowerPoint and read/discussed two articles. I was thrilled with the participation of the students and loved the small classroom feel. I felt really comfortable teaching and engaging the students. They did a great job participating and were respectful. There was a good balance of learning/seriousness, but also some personality and bit of banter. That is really how I work best. Ha! It was fun getting to know the students and look forward to knowing them more as the class continues. I didn't know what to expect, but couldn't have asked for it to have gone better. I'm so thankful!
And, if it ever gets really rough...there's always the restaurant next door...
However, no one signed up for the class and it was cancelled. Boo. I got an email a few months ago saying the class would be held in the fall and the job was mine if I wanted it. I thought that I did, but also wanted to pray about it and make sure I would have time for this adventure. Shortly after that email, I went to Nicaragua in July. Early into the trip I knew I wanted to do this and had a peace from the Lord about it. Towards the end of the trip one of Osvaldo's prophesies over me was that I was called to "teach and preach -- not in a church." Pretty cool confirmation from the Lord.
Fast forward a few months and I was ready, or ready as I'll ever be, to teach my first class. I made sure I wore a suit and heels. When you look like you're 23 you have to dress professional. (Thank you Mr. Scarborough!)
I headed down there after my day job to meet with HR and turn in one last thing. As I walked to the building, I started wondering what in the world I was doing. I started feeling completely inept and wondering how in the world I would pull this off. Two things happened:
- I heard the Lord say to me, "I'm fulfilling part of your dream!" How sweet to hear those words! Yes, yes He is/was! I've longed to teach and He's set it up...how could I not trust Him?
- There's a restaurant right next door. If this thing went terribly wrong, I would certainly be heading there afterwards and treating myself to a cold beer and burger with fries.
After my visit with HR, I wondered around to where I thought I should be. The dude that hired me wasn't there, so I made myself at home in a random cubicle. At some point, I went to grab my jump drive. No where to be found in my messenger bag. Shiesta! Must be in my car...not a big deal. I tell the secretary of sorts that I'll be right back; she could care less if I told her I was the pope.
I scooted down the street to grab it out of my purse. Calm, cool, and collected.
Y'all, it was. Not. There. Double shiesta!
I put it in at work yesterday and must have forgotten to take it out! Ah! I headed down to my regular office and bolted in the door. Of course it was locked so I found the security guard who gave me lip about having an ID badge but oh well. I ran to the office, grabbed it, and headed back. Praise the Lord I made it back in time!
I've been reading Jesus Calling for a month or so now and yesterday's was pretty perfect. It came back to mind in the midst of my frantic/anxious/ah! what am I doing? freak out moment:
So, armed with truth I headed back to my cube and got things settled. I made the copies I needed to make and felt calm and prepared. Now, let's talk about food. I brought some delicious lemon/brussels sprouts/walnut/feta/lemon zest quinoa to heat up for supper. However, I started feeling odd about that: where would I heat it up? Get a spoon, etc? So I decided to grab the 2 packs of cheese/peanut butter crackers I had in my car. A pack before I started and one during the break and I'd be good to go.
So...I opened the first pack and OMG it was nasty! Way too OLD! Gross! The next pack was edible, but certainly a smidge stale. Things to think through for next week!
I headed down to my classroom and two students were in there. I tried to log on the computer, but could not. This is the first time I needed help. One of the dudes walked me around the school until we found another instructor who very kindly showed me how to work it -- gave the tricky password. We headed back to class and there were 6 students in there.
We got started with introductions, the syllabus, etc. About that time my 7th student strolled in late. I'd have been a bit frustrated, but he had just flown in from Hong Kong and loves bacon so how frustrated could you be? Also, he was a huge asset as he worked the computer glitches for me throughout the evening.
The class runs from 6:00 to 10:00 pm; that is a LONG time to keep people entertained! I'm supposed to teach for 50 of 60 minutes, so we left at 9:30 and took a 10 minute break. We went through all of the business you do in a new class, went over two chapters of PowerPoint and read/discussed two articles. I was thrilled with the participation of the students and loved the small classroom feel. I felt really comfortable teaching and engaging the students. They did a great job participating and were respectful. There was a good balance of learning/seriousness, but also some personality and bit of banter. That is really how I work best. Ha! It was fun getting to know the students and look forward to knowing them more as the class continues. I didn't know what to expect, but couldn't have asked for it to have gone better. I'm so thankful!
And, if it ever gets really rough...there's always the restaurant next door...
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Get a clue
Since our office moved, we've gotten pretty tight with the IT dude. He's about my age and easy to chat with. My computer/printer needed something done yesterday, so we spent about an hour and a half together yesterday mid morning.
He popped back in later in the day to check on something and I showed him my new favorite You Tube video. (Thanks, Jane Harper!)
At the end of the day, he came by with another IT fella. Here's the back story on the other guy: he's incredibly nice but definitely the male version of a single cat lady. And I know for a fact he loves cats. I see him every couple of months or so around campus.
So these two IT dudes come to my door... I'm sitting at my desk and the older dude can see a ring I wear on my left hand. This ring to be exact:
Older guy: Hey Elizabeth! So you got married? Congrats!
Me: No...
Older guy: Oh, so you're engaged?
Me: No...
Younger guy: It's not an engagement ring (attempting to smooth things out).
Pause...
Older guy: Oh, so it's a promise ring?
Me: No.
Older guy: Oh. So, is there someone special in your life?
Me: No.
Older guy: Yeah, I've never been married either...I still keep hoping and holding out for that one day.
Me: Ok.
Older guy: So I guess you and I are in the same boat?!
Younger guy: Uh...maybe we should watch that You Tube video?! (again, trying to smooth things out)
Me: What are you here for?
Here's your life lesson for the day: learn social cues. In case you were wondering, the correct response would be to say Oh, that's a pretty ring and promptly change the subject after the first or (at most) second, "no" from me.
And if you're not laughing already, please enjoy this video!
He popped back in later in the day to check on something and I showed him my new favorite You Tube video. (Thanks, Jane Harper!)
At the end of the day, he came by with another IT fella. Here's the back story on the other guy: he's incredibly nice but definitely the male version of a single cat lady. And I know for a fact he loves cats. I see him every couple of months or so around campus.
So these two IT dudes come to my door... I'm sitting at my desk and the older dude can see a ring I wear on my left hand. This ring to be exact:
Older guy: Hey Elizabeth! So you got married? Congrats!
Me: No...
Older guy: Oh, so you're engaged?
Me: No...
Younger guy: It's not an engagement ring (attempting to smooth things out).
Pause...
Older guy: Oh, so it's a promise ring?
Me: No.
Older guy: Oh. So, is there someone special in your life?
Me: No.
Older guy: Yeah, I've never been married either...I still keep hoping and holding out for that one day.
Me: Ok.
Older guy: So I guess you and I are in the same boat?!
Younger guy: Uh...maybe we should watch that You Tube video?! (again, trying to smooth things out)
Me: What are you here for?
Here's your life lesson for the day: learn social cues. In case you were wondering, the correct response would be to say Oh, that's a pretty ring and promptly change the subject after the first or (at most) second, "no" from me.
And if you're not laughing already, please enjoy this video!
Monday, September 17, 2012
Time marches on...or does it?
Courtney and I were discussing some of life's greatest things tonight: parties. Long story short, I need to send a funny yet persuasive emails. Speaking of funny emails, we remembered the one time Courtney wrote some faux grad school emails. Here's her blog post from the summer of 2009. Enjoy!
And three years past that, not too much has changed. We lay in our beds (respective cities of course!), on our computers, and talking on the phone with each other. And yes, in case you were curious, we're both single. Eighth wonder of the world...
And, true to nature, I'm "encouraging" Courtney to be productive. While she's keeping me from the work I need to be doing.
Good times. Great oldies. Best friends.
4 Years Later...Not Much Has Changed
So apparently one night at PC I was trying to muster up the words for my application essay for grad school at USC. The essay was something to the effect of why they should let me in their highly prestige school to get my masters in ice breakers (which as I had a discussion today with some co-workers is always really awkward when people namely student affairs people take a drinking game and try to turn it into a G-rated ice breaker such as never have I ever or I love my sister who, when you are playing in front of your "new friends" and all you really want to shout out is I love my sister who didn't sleep in her own bed last night not something silly about preferring your toilet paper to be on the roll so it unrolls from the front not the back. but I digress.) So I am sure the scenario looked like most did for me in college. Me sitting around goofing off not doing what I was supposed to be doing, bc I can NEVER get anything accomplished until the last possible minute...I think I eventually had to overnight the essay and application. So as I was sitting around procrastinating in our bedroom at B5, with the productivity nazi EA breathing down my neck trying to make me get things done, which she always does in the nicest fashion. She helped me brain storm some ideas, and this is what I wrote...and saved to my computer because I knew there would come a day when these things would come in handy. Turns out not much has changed in my life 4 years later...except I did get that masters.
Hi my name is Courtney. I go to PC. I need a job, so I will go to school…hopefully your school. I am very much of the single and am looking for a future mate. I feel that your program would be excellent for husband shopping.
Sincerely yours,
CBS
Dear USC, I am an averagely smart slightly over weight college senior. I make subpar grades, just enough to get by and maybe a little extra should the mood hit. My GPA is somewhat low due to the ridiculous notion I had to be a biology major for a few years, I think I was smoking crack rock.
I was somehow elected to serve as my sorority president of which during my reign as queen adelphean I received hate emails, and was attempted to be over thrown. Nothing what so ever went right from rain on significant events, or musical entertainment not showing up to social events. From all of this criteria I am sure that you can see I most definitely deserve to be a part of your program. Also, I share a bed with a really cute five footer.
Right, so just to clarify...EA and I did share a bed but only kind of...the idea wasn't originally ours but of course Courtney (Thain) Molony can get away with things that we just can't. Somehow Courtney and her roommate, plus 2 other girls in their house managed to "share" beds and no one thought they were awkward or a fraternity boy's wet dream come true. Yet, this just wasn't so for me and EA. For the record...we shared a comforter (which happens to be the one I still use) but had seperate sheets...plus my ridiculouslycreepy cute baby doll Christina until her head and appendages finally fell of. 4 years later as EA lays next to me...in my bed (but she will go sleep in her room when its time to go to bed...just to clarify) as I write this she just commented "It's really amazing we're still single." I concur. What a catch we are.
Alright peeps, time to go catch some T&D, and Real Housewives...here's hoping the bitch fight is tonight!
Hi my name is Courtney. I go to PC. I need a job, so I will go to school…hopefully your school. I am very much of the single and am looking for a future mate. I feel that your program would be excellent for husband shopping.
Sincerely yours,
CBS
Dear USC, I am an averagely smart slightly over weight college senior. I make subpar grades, just enough to get by and maybe a little extra should the mood hit. My GPA is somewhat low due to the ridiculous notion I had to be a biology major for a few years, I think I was smoking crack rock.
I was somehow elected to serve as my sorority president of which during my reign as queen adelphean I received hate emails, and was attempted to be over thrown. Nothing what so ever went right from rain on significant events, or musical entertainment not showing up to social events. From all of this criteria I am sure that you can see I most definitely deserve to be a part of your program. Also, I share a bed with a really cute five footer.
Right, so just to clarify...EA and I did share a bed but only kind of...the idea wasn't originally ours but of course Courtney (Thain) Molony can get away with things that we just can't. Somehow Courtney and her roommate, plus 2 other girls in their house managed to "share" beds and no one thought they were awkward or a fraternity boy's wet dream come true. Yet, this just wasn't so for me and EA. For the record...we shared a comforter (which happens to be the one I still use) but had seperate sheets...plus my ridiculously
Alright peeps, time to go catch some T&D, and Real Housewives...here's hoping the bitch fight is tonight!
And three years past that, not too much has changed. We lay in our beds (respective cities of course!), on our computers, and talking on the phone with each other. And yes, in case you were curious, we're both single. Eighth wonder of the world...
And, true to nature, I'm "encouraging" Courtney to be productive. While she's keeping me from the work I need to be doing.
Good times. Great oldies. Best friends.
Learning to Fly?
I feel raw.
I had a GREAT morning yesterday. Woke up, watched some Grey's on Netflix. Ate breakfast. Spent really good time with the Lord in prayer. Read in Mark. Felt the presence of the Lord with me. Showered, dressed, and drove to church.
And somewhere on that drive, I burst into tears...and fought them throughout church. And truly, it was an incredible time of worship. The Spirit of God was in the worship. The sermon was incredible -- empowering, challenging, and life giving. I was with people I love. And still, I fought the tears. Not even fully sure why they were present.
I feel raw.
There are a lot of circumstances I'd like to be different. However, I see the Lord working. And I am thankful for many things. And I know it's a season. And the Lord uses the hard stuff. And all of the things I would tell a friend in a rough place.
I know those things. But my heart can't seem to bear it all. And yet, one foot in front of the other. And sometimes tears accompany the forward walking. Sometimes laughter.
And then, I hear something a friend is going through and my heart literally wants to crack in half for them.
I certainly think I'm learning (yet again) that there is much I don't have control over. Today's Jesus Calling reminded me that, "You will not find my peace by engaging in excessive planning: attempting to control what will happen to you in the future. That is a commonly practiced form of unbelief."
What's the balance of being honest about where you are and sharing truth? I'm still looking for it...
Perhaps completely unrelated, this song came on Pandora and hit home. I am digging the live version.
I had a GREAT morning yesterday. Woke up, watched some Grey's on Netflix. Ate breakfast. Spent really good time with the Lord in prayer. Read in Mark. Felt the presence of the Lord with me. Showered, dressed, and drove to church.
And somewhere on that drive, I burst into tears...and fought them throughout church. And truly, it was an incredible time of worship. The Spirit of God was in the worship. The sermon was incredible -- empowering, challenging, and life giving. I was with people I love. And still, I fought the tears. Not even fully sure why they were present.
I feel raw.
There are a lot of circumstances I'd like to be different. However, I see the Lord working. And I am thankful for many things. And I know it's a season. And the Lord uses the hard stuff. And all of the things I would tell a friend in a rough place.
I know those things. But my heart can't seem to bear it all. And yet, one foot in front of the other. And sometimes tears accompany the forward walking. Sometimes laughter.
And then, I hear something a friend is going through and my heart literally wants to crack in half for them.
I certainly think I'm learning (yet again) that there is much I don't have control over. Today's Jesus Calling reminded me that, "You will not find my peace by engaging in excessive planning: attempting to control what will happen to you in the future. That is a commonly practiced form of unbelief."
What's the balance of being honest about where you are and sharing truth? I'm still looking for it...
Perhaps completely unrelated, this song came on Pandora and hit home. I am digging the live version.
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