This Evening's Musings

It's nice to be here, a place of writing and heart-scribing. I think I need it right now.

I've had a night full of seeing how some of the people in my life are truly real. Heartbreakingly, I've also discovered how many people I'm around daily are fake. I don't think there is a bigger feeling of disappointment than discovering someone that you're around all the time is not really who you thought they were. They become liars. There's no doubt that I'm not perfect. Sometimes I want people to think that I'm perfect. But I'm not. And I respect people who don't try to act like they have it all together. The most healthy relationships that I have are with people who don't try to frantically cover up their short comings. And that is what I appreciate the most out of real people. They're real to me. I'm worth the honest friendship and the truth.

God has been easily evident this last week. I truly believe it's because I've been reading my Bible before my feet hit the floor in the morning. Now, I'm a little frightened not to! I love seeing his handiwork in the butterflies and pink/blue skies (He gave me a thing for pretty skies). I love feeling blessed by the words of encouragers -- a few have reassured me tonight, making me feel like I'm where I belong. That is always a lovely feeling.

On a lighter note... Have you seen my apron of cuteness? (:

I'm thankful for this place. That 'publish post' button is looking caressingly orange, and like it's full of healing.

Earthquakes, Oil Spills, Bombings -- Oh, my..

The terrorist bombings in Kampala yesterday are bringing a fraction of its destruction to my heart today. I'm praying for Uganda, the diseased hearts of the terrorists who decided this was how they were going to spend their Sunday, the World Cup crowd of fans who were in that area -- said to have been the target, and all of those who hold Uganda dear. After the earthquakes in Haiti, I know how it feels to have your heart's home shaken.

Six months ago today... Lives were either changed or brought to an end in Haiti. It's hard to believe it's been half a year.

2010 has been rough. Earthquakes, tsunamis, oil spills, and terrorist bombings. This is only some of what has made it onto national television; not to mention what producers judged as "not entertaining enough" to broadcast. And we're only half way through the year.

It all makes me wonder about our God. And then I am pointed back to us. My latest conclusion is that these disasters which has happened to the least of these didn't occur to offer us something about God, but perhaps to teach us something about ourselves.