Ok guys, wow. I don't know where to start. This semester is going to be great.
Jane Austen study - lots of essays
Art History - lots of memorizing paintings and dates and weird painter people
American Lit II - the best part...we get into Williams, Plath, Chopin, NOM.
Advanced Writing - lots of essays...definitely not a good idea to follow New Testament with this class, but that's okay. All my essays may be religiously themed.
New Testament - This class...wow. hahaha it's good, but it really rubs my fur backwards...if I had fur. Just imagine the hair on your legs being fur.
The sky is gorgeous today and the rain has held off for so long! Maybe it won't even come.
New Testament today was all about Judaism, and boy is he getting a long email from me later...just with questions. ... questions with my own preconceived answers, simply out of inquiry and possibly something for him to ponder - therefore, rhetorical questions...with huge answers.
It scares me when things make sense....because honestly, all this stuff is making more sense than 2+2=4. Don't tell Mary Gentry I said so.
Maybe it's not the idea that it's making sense to me, but a backwards notion somewhere in the recesses of my mind that wants me to wonder if this, too, is something spoken of only by men in an egotistical, money-hungry sort of way.
But the Bible says "Know the truth, and the truth will make you free" - John 8:32 !!!! I want to know!!!
"I wanna know...can you show me? there's something different about these strangers like me.." - Tarzan
but EVEN THEN
Galatians 5:1 says "STAND FAST in the freedom/liberty wherewith Christ has made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage!"
I'm coming to the understanding that when we humans get a little taste of freedom, we don't quite know what to do with it.
I AM NOT BOUND TO THIS OUT OF OBLIGATION - I'M STANDING ON IT BECAUSE I WANT TO!!!!!!!!! it.is.my.desire.
"to be used by You."
Draw me, Father! And I will RUN after you! I will follow hard after You!
Use me! Let me be an example! Let me share this with others.
I can't explain it - I can't physically point to its source, but I can lay in it. I can bask in it. I can revel in it. I can be content here.
I don't mind staying here...reaching higher.
Sometimes when I'm singing, when I'm worshiping [even if not in song], I can't quite get high enough! I have to stand on the seat! I have to be on my toes reaching, straining! I CAN'T GET HIGH ENOUGH TO GET TO YOU!!!!!!
Who needs to worry about courage when there's THIS joy inside? I can't worry about what people will think.
"I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way He loves!"