call it what it is

The church I've been visiting has been going through Genesis. The very beginning with creation and fall of mankind. It hit me though - the passage about taking the fruit Genesis 3:1-7. Eve shows doubt about God's words, just like I do frequently. She got to experience a pure relationship and communion with Him too, up to that point. Not that I get an excuse, not the point I'm after. But doubt is rejecting God's will and Word. Doubt is replacing truth with my preferred reality. My preferences cannot be as good as truth. We so easily admit that we are "doubting God" in some area of our lives. When really it is a whole bundle of rebellious thoughts and actions we are dealing with. I think I would stray further from doubt if I remembered what I was really exchanging God for.

8-8-08!

I forgot that today was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of day. Although they really all should be. But for some reason it compels me to ponder serious thoughts. Through the course of the day, I have realized my misplaced source of fulfillment. Because work is tedious, lunch is alone time, and my friends are gone, does not deserve to change the way I approach the world or define my attitude. My complete fulfillment should be found in my Lord, not people or success. Not that those things are mutually exclusive. 

Another thing, I ask for these chances to show the whole "this is what makes me different," and I consistently choke. I'm just heavily relying on the Spirit to follow up on my vague statements.

again

It wasn't that long ago that I took those pesky standardized tests: SAT, SAT II, and ACT. I remember the preparation, the early mornings, the anxiety, the exhaustion, and the waiting. So I have decided to do it all again! It hit me last night that I have about a month to study for the GRE. Not that I am stressed, just feeling a little crunched for time and lacking discipline. Really, I have no excuse; I should have plenty of time to study. I've heard mixed things about the test itself, SAT on steroids to nothing to worry about. Due to the ambitions of grad school, I am pretty sure its worth worrying about. Or praying and preparing for. Forget the worry part. The sad part is, just like the SATs, I'm having my dad drive me to the test site. My excuse - I will be too tired to drive back myself.