Rolling

"They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor." Is. 61.3

I roll under and over. The display is being rolled and on a day when it plants into shape, you and I will see splendor larger than oak. Until then, I choose this season. I will submit to grinding and wetting, it stings, until glory buds from sunshine that will dry what has been cried over, and dusts, fine and gold, will fly to become a "display of his splendor."

We will hope. We will believe. We roll with hope and belief, under and over.

April

I have a new favorite color: yellow green, especially on trees~ I saw them everywhere this weekend and will see it everyday this spring~ for the first time since tenth grade I am living inside four seasons and it couldn't be better timing to illustrate all that's been kneaded inside me~ life, for the past month and a half, has made enough sense for me to love yellow green~ behind or after the dripping sweat, falling beauty, and cold shivers, there always exists this mix of yellow and green which strokes in hope. So an update on life this April:

~Started dance classes (mainly jazz) with a friend from church, going every morning at a ridulously early hour, sore thighs but lovin it.

~Making new friends and ~already saying goodbye to some of those new friends, what else is new in my life, but still trying to soak up every part of it!

~Saw Yong Jun this weekend, he may end up in Iraq or Lebanon in the next few months.

~God is real to me again. I see yellow green because of him.

~Continuing my painting lessons with Grandma and becoming her friend.

~Running again.

~Getting more involved with church

~Still resting and waiting on direction on what to pursue...

~Missing many of you.