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hope revealed in Joshua

One of my homework assignments for my Old Testament for Ministry class was to read through the whole book of Joshua in one sitting, taking note of the themes and challanges in the book. So yesterday I sat down with a few hours to spare and began what I imagined to be a somewhat mundane and yet surely somehow beneficial task. I wasn't even into the second chapter before I realized that this was going to be a completely different experience for me. The past year, I have soaked in some amazing lessons in Biblical Theology (oh, Goldsworthy would be proud!) and I saw my reading of Joshua deeply deeply afffected by my education. Here are some of the things I noticed in the first 9 verses: Right from the start, the land is life. Throughout the whole narrative of Israel's covenant with God, the Land is much more than a geographical location or a place to put her sheep out to pasture. The land was so closely tied to life. We'll see this later on in theology as the Promised Land is

lonliness, or lack thereof

In a conversation with my dearest Chubs last night, she asked me if I was lonely. This is not an extraordinary question since our conversations since jr. high have often times been around the topic of boys and relationships. But it was the first time someone (especially someone who knows me so weel) straight out asked me if I was lonely. I couldn't answer immediately. I didn't want to assume that I was since that seems like the right answer for a lady of my age and situation. But I also didn't want to say no just because that is the seemingly more "spiritual" answer. I finally answered " I don;t think so". But it left me wondering. Am I lonely? I know I still desire to get married, I think. But if I'm not lonely, then why do I want to tie the knot? Chubs and I discussed it a little more and I think for the time being, the Lord has allowed me to desire marriage without really wanting it now. It's nice. I realize still that I may never get married

Feliz Cumpleanos a mi Mama!

Happy birthday to my mom! We argued yesterday over what age she is turning today... I think we settled on 36 (she was really young when she had me!) In anycase, happy birthday. I wish you all the joy in the world today (oh, wait, I'm your daughter, so you already have all the joy in the world! ) I love you!

moving and craziness

I haven't had a chance to blog much recently. My life seems to have imploded. I moved today. I moved from my two bedroom apartment with Liz into a three floor house with Rita and her two kids, Nicole and Andrew. It will be a huge change, but honestly at this point, life is so hectic that I'm not sure I will even notice this change. Work. Even though it is really busy, it's good. I realized that this job is in many ways my dream job. Sure, it's stressful and hectic, but I can handle it and I actually thrive under the pressure. I love the bilingual aspect of it. I love the fact that my boss trusts me to get the job done and she enables me to do so. I love the fact that I get to make things happen, that I have full control. Yeah, I have learned over the past few months that I am a total control freak. Really, I'm a hard core control freak. The Lord needs to deal with me. School. Last year, I enjoyed my classes, but really found myself only interacting with maybe 60% of

Journal

Here is a journal entry I had to do for my Human Personality class. It was supposed to be an entry on my ideas of who I am, of my anthropology, and how union with Christ might affect that. I tend to be reflective. I tend to wonder how others are seeing me and I imagine what I might look like to the outside world. But when I am honest with myself, I think I have a better idea of how others view me than I do of who I really am. I cognitively know the theology of who I am. I am created in God’s image, fallen, chosen for faith and Life in Christ Jesus. But what does that really all mean? I don’t think that cognitive knowledge affects my true understanding of who I am. Yesterday was a bad day. It started out stressful and half way through I found myself on the verge of tears from a confrontation with a friend who hadn’t been treating me well and yesterday was the last straw. And today I wake up and feel like yesterday is miles away and yet its not and I still need to deal with the stressful

Some thoughts from the last few days

Got to stretch my organizational skills with the honor of hosting the annual Fall Picnic at school. Basically I bossed people around to make picnic dinner happen for 350 people. The "greek" boys (those first year seminary boys who took greek this summer) were SO helpful and blessed me immensly. I was so discouraged by the bad attitudes I encountered last year. But these boys are different. They did any job that was asked of them and were actually appreciative of my work for the school. Seminary boys who are helpful and appreciative, shocking. After the picnic, I went to the afterparty and against my normal excessive social personality, I just sat and enjoyed watching others being social. I sat on the front porch with some of the guys and just listening silently. That's when I knew I was tired. :) Saturday night I went to a friend's birthday party and danced like a total dork. There was no one to impress so dork dancing it was. It was a little blast from the past with

It's gonna be an ADD day

Today is the first day of school. In fact, for all I know this might be my last first day of school. Even though I have spent the majority of the last month around campus, I haven't seen most of my schoolmates since May. And being a ridiculously social person, I can't believe I get to see so many people in one day! I tried to sit with a friend for a few minutes to catch up and couldn't help my wandering eyes searching the room for familiar faces. And of course I saw them and they saw me and the few minutes were spent talking to them and then talking to the next them and then the next them. It will be an ADD day. It reminds me of my high school days when I would decide that I would be shy. There in the car, on the way to school, all on my own, I would decide that being outgoing was not for me, and from that moment on I would be shy. Like you can decide that kind of thing. I would arrive at school and no kidding, the shy Becka would last about 30 seconds. Well, at least the 2