A worthwhile endeavor

Tuesday was a wonderful day!
After I was finished at the church, I was able to go to my current house and enjoy life. As a result, I grabbed "Same Kind of Different as Me" (a book that my mom had encouraged me to read).


Back story: For the last few months, well lets say the last semester, I have had this weird burden on me. My college home is not located in the wealthiest or safest part of Dallas, but it is great. Therefore, on numerous occasions I have seen, run into (in person, not in my car), or driven by several homeless people. Every time I do, I feel so burdened. Being a girl, i am constantly told that it is unsafe to go by myself to talk with or pick up anyone sitting/standing on the side of the road. However, I am not one to always care about being safe. That is probably a dumb way to live, but I don't really like being held back from experiences especially when I am drawn to do something.

So I read this book from chapter 1 all the way to the end on Tuesday night. I could not put it down. I think i went through every single emotion during the reading of this book. I cried... a lot (probably not surprising), I laughed, I got upset, and became more burdened for the homeless. I have been carrying around the effects of this book for 2 days now. This fits so closely with my love journey. How can people be affected by someone who loves completely, with real love? The Lord has just been braking my heart for the homeless...and oh how it stirs my passions for the Lord even more.

I don't know what all this means or why I am even writing my thoughts here. I just wanted to share a little of what has been consuming my thoughts.

I encourage everyone to read it.

Adventure... thanks to EZ Food Mart

It felt like any other college station visit, until...

Morgan, Josh ("B" from now on), and I were getting restless at the griffin residence (faith's house). Therefore, we decided to go on a walking adventure (or at least that is what we told ourselves). Morgan and I both thought that a walking adventure meant we would walk, but we found out we were wrong when B asked who was going to drive. Morgan and i both left our keys inside the house that B had just locked. Ergo, B drove.

*You might be wondering why i am giving all this detail. It could be because I like making the readers of this blog read way more than they have to in an attempt to help to combat illiteracy in America, but actually it is because this is the main factor that our adventure hinged upon. For if B hadn't drove, we wouldn't have needed gas. Furthermore, we wouldn't have gone into the EZ Food Mart and never experienced our adventure!

Morgan and I walk into the EZ Food Mart at the same time while B is getting some gas. Morgan started walking around, but i wanted nothing to eat or drink so I decided to live love to the guy behind the counter (meaning i was going to talk to him). He mumbled something about the weather. I took this opportunity to mention that we were about to embark on an adventure because it was so nice. I offered my condolences to the fact that he was having to work and couldn't enjoy the weather. However, he expectantly informed me that he would be off work soon and could come join us at that time. (i kinda stepped back and smiled and said "oh, well uhuh.") The counter man got quiet at this point because B walked in. I began following B and Morgan through the isles in order to look busy! Finally, they both decided on quality food items that could only be found at an EZ Food Mart and proceeded to check out.

I wandered over to the $12.99 dvd rack. There was pride and prejudice at the front of the rack, so i decided to flip and see if there were anymore good movies. After two flips of the rack i saw a dvd of the murder of Saddam Hussein. That should have been my first clue to stop flipping, but it wasn't. I flipped right to the adult section of the rack (if you know what i mean). With a "oh, no" i quickly slammed the rack shut and sashayed away. The counter man responded with a "I have to sell all sorts of things here" To which I responded "Oh, no, I understand" This was accompanied by awkward silence. The counter man then informed me that i could take one if i wanted. Suddenly fearful that i would be thrust into some underground realm of shadyness if i took one, i politely replied "No thanks, that is ok"

Immediately following this Morgan tapped on the glass for B to see what was under/behind the counter. Although i didn't see what was behind there, i saw both of their faces. Furthermore, as soon as we "escaped" the EZ Food Mart, i asked them about it. The informed me that said cabinet was full of an assortment of pipes and bongs (I am pretty sure most of you can guess what those are used for). We laughed for a while and continued on with what we had intended to be a walking adventure!


+ = BAD IDEA
*Special thanks to EZ Food Mart and B's lack of gas in his car.

...add this

to my love journey.

I feel that one thing I have realized is love has to be able to love even if it isn't reciprocated.

Love in any form is not real love until it can still love without reciprocation. It is unconditional... so it ceases under no conditions.

This was perfectly exampled by Christ.

So how now can I live love to people who don't reciprocate?

Sometimes I wonder...

...what love really is.


I have had a lot of time recently to read books. I am currently reading two: Emma and A Love Worth Giving. This has placed the question of love in my mind in almost every situation. What does it really look like. How can I live it. Can it be lived.

Really these things have occupied my thoughts. Being in Brenham, I have had the opportunity to show and experience love in very different ways. I still haven't figured it out yet, but I am on my quest to understanding it.

The reason I write this is because at this very moment the pastor and his wife are talking to a woman who wandered in to the church asking for help.

We get a lot of people like this that come in asking for help. In fact, on Sunday, a girl came to church and started talking to Merritt and Leslie. She had gone to another church first, but that church had told her to come to our church because they didn't think it would be good for her to stay there that sunday. This just burdened my heart. What is the mission of the church, if not to help those in need (spiritually, physically)?

I know love is more than the physical. I have been taught that love is a choice (usually in terms of eros love). I think it is also an attitude. I guess you choose to adopt a loving attitude. I want to strive to love like christ. Agape love.

I guess you could say:
...I am on a LOVE JOURNEY.