Honesty Pants

My favorite sound of the approaching season: the outdoor orchestra of chirping birds who sweetly play the preludge of spring. Life was about the little things today.

Little things like ---

Prayer room pow-wows with women who love Jesus and are passionate about the truth. Thankful for seasoned direction and the reminder of how important prayer truly is. Admiration all around. This is the Body of Christ. Community. Belief. Action. Needs. Hearts. Strengths. I am so excited and humbled to be a part of it and watch it grow.

Talking for an hour in Java Jays over a David Crowder & a Peanut Butter Smoothie with J.Murph about writing, poetry, next Wednesday's chapel, stewardship, the gospel, the possibility of Jesus being a feminist, and the crazy things that make people who love Jesus go back to WUMP every Friday night.

Running four miles straight without stopping for the first time ever. A major personal accomplishment for me. I did not get the long distance gene nor did I receive the sprint gene. I was gifted legs, and so far, they are working pretty well. I should not, nor can I, complain. My conversation with the Lord was quite funny. It went something like this:

Me: UGHHH. (inwardly) I do not want to run today. I want to take a nap.
God: I heard that.
Me: This half-marathon training stuff is not my cup of tea.
God: I gave you a sunny, beautifully breezy day today are you aren't going to run ? Wow.
Me: slowly puts on running shoes
God: I'm glad you have realized the error of your ways and how that decision was almost borderline blasphemous.

(ok so maybe that exact conversation didn't really happen, but there was this "God made a beautiful day" moment and then the guilt of not soaking it up over the course of four miles guilt trip. Works every time. Darn you, spring! Darn you! I love you so much more than laziness. Which is saying alot.)

There is something about Kansas skylines, horizons, and the clear, crisp, sometimes cloudless dome that rests above me as I run. So many "My-God-Made-That" moments. Somtimes I feel like I live in a snowglobe of the Midwest plains. Seeing for miles does something within your soul. It brings me back to the truth and back to His feet.

Dinner conversations with strangers who quickly become your new Mexican friends are a spirit-lifter. I love diversity, new ideas, the El Latino Casa theme house idea and the way laughter unites any and every kind of person.

Extensive amount of group text messages from my long-lost family from the Timbers. So many puns from a geographic standpoint. Literally laughing out loud by myself, these wonderful young people are my friends, my family, and a huge part of my heart.

"Knew We Were Trouble" --- Mr. Hudson