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This post is dedicated to Sam Perez who made the joke about New Yorkers asking to get their dogs baptized. This morning in staff devotions, we got on the topic of lonliness. It seems that a lot of people, especially singles, here in New York are struggling with lonliness and we were discussing the reasons behind it (the lack of family structures, the uncertainty of the times, etc.). And then someone brought up Genesis 2 where God says that it isn't good for man to be alone. Then God does an odd thing, He makes all these animals and has Adam go through them all and name them. You gotta imagine what a huge task this must have been. And at the end of it we read, "but for Adam there was not found a helper suitable for him" So Adam is still alone. Even with all these animals, he is still alone, still lonely. The only suitable companion for Adam was one of his own, Eve. Now flash forward a few (give or take) thousands of years to 2009, Manhattan. It is still not good for people

There is much to be said, and few words that meet the challenge. Not really. I don't have much to say about the last week. I spent a few days in Philly and got to see my buddies at Westminster and New Life. It was wonderful. The 11 hour class on Saturday was good, long but good. Dan McCartney is one of the dearest professors ever. He is this older Southern kind of man. The kind I would love to have as a grandpa. A sweet man who really loves the Word of God and whose dry humor and endearing humilty make the 11 hour class more easy to digest. Besides that, I'm just preparing for leading the Jews for Jesus bible study. I'll be teaching on Mark 3:20-4:12 over the next few weeks. If anyone has any insight on these passages that they want to share, I'd greatly appreciate the help. I'm almost done with my thesis which is really exciting. I have a few more pages and then a wrap up at the end. I met with the Writing Center advisor at Westminster and was encouraged by her com

Here is a photo of John and I at shake shack. Thanks to Diana for getting the old school Cornerstone crew together for dinner. :)

I had a conversation with a friend (you know who you are) a few weeks ago. We were discussing boy (for what other topic could two young women ever deal with?) and she asked if I had prayed for a husband. If I wanted one, I should be praying for one. I used to pray for my husband a lot. Not so much that God would bring me one, but I prayed with the assumption that He would. So my prayers were for this man, whoever he was, that his day would be blessed, that his relationships would be healthy, that his heart would be protected and guarded. I prayed for him quite often. But a few years ago I stopped. I think my heart got too wrapped up in various situations and praying for him as some future unknown man became complicated. So last week I decided to try it. I was going to pray that God would bring me a husband. I was lying in bed, and I began to pray. And then I stopped. Midprayer. I couldn't finish the prayer. I couldn't bring myself to pray for a husband. Maybe I've become cy

This is a poem I wrote a few days ago. It's probably weirder and quirkier than I had meant it to be. English, Spanish, about love, about life. But then again, I wrote it, so did I expect anything less than quirky? Esta vez, I won’t forget to breathe Esta vez, I will look directly into that sun that shines Esta vez, I will take it all in Esta vez, I will live Esta vez, Recordare Esta vez, Tomare mi tiempo, cada paso Esta vez, no voy perder ningun momento Esta vez, estare Esta vez, Dios, no te doy culpa Esta vez, caminare en tus pasos Esta vez, no me precupare Esta vez, confiare en ti Oh Dios, Padre Todopoderoso, Dame tu paz, tu tranquilidad Que tu alegria llene mi corazon Que todo mi vida sea tuya Como puedo decir todas las cosas que pesan tanto Pesan en mi corazon como las rocas que ningun hombre puede mudar Son gritos en el silencio de universo Nadie los saben, nadie mas que Tu

Some things happen when I'm sick. first, I rest. Usually when I get sick, it's because I've worked myself too hard and my body is making me rest. And I enjoy the break from my crazy life. I sleep, watch tv, read all those "fun" books that I've put off for too long. second, I lie in bed thinking, probably way too much, about life. This flu is pushing day 8 now and I'm ready for it to end. There isn't much I'm missing right now, and if I'm honest, this was actually good timing since I have a fairly open schedule right now. And really, I should be working on my thesis, which I will start as soon as I finish this post. But I'm tired of feeling drained. I want my energy back. I want to be out of bed for more than an hour and not feel exhausted. I want to walk outside in the sunshine and deeply breathe in the crisp air. I want to feel like myself again! So today's posting, flu posting at that, is dedicated to Ashlee. I tried to use what littl

For those of you regular readers who are wondering where I disappeared to, I am on day 7 of being sick with the flu. But I will return soon. I can't tell you how many posts I have thought through over these last few days as I've been stuck in bed pondering the hows and whys of life. I will post again soon. :)