I said I wouldn’t wait as long to update a few weeks ago…well, this time it turns out I waited even longer. I don’t really know who reads this and who doesn’t or if in fact anyone does read it anymore. I’m toying with going back to Blogspot. I find it easier to navigate and easier to post pics, etc…hmm

Christmas came and went and it was a pleasant time w/my fam. I’ve had a great time here in Jax, but I must admit that I miss my Gordon-Conwell family. A lot. My friend Melissa and I have been texting back and forth a/b how much we miss everyone and I’m excited that tomorrow I have a phone date w/my friend April. Truly these are some of the most special friends in my life!

Speaking of special friends, check out my friend Sam’s blog here: http://arkansaninnewengland.blogspot.com/2010/12/jesus-vs-santa-modest-proposal.html

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!


happy turkey day!

Tomorrow about 10 of us are headed over to Lexington to celebrate Thanksgiving together. We were the few and the proud that couldn’t make it home due to expensive and long flights. We decided what better way than to get together and celebrate as a GCTS family!

The dining hall closed after lunch today and so we decided to hit up Nick’s Roast Beef for dinner. Roast beef is a big deal here in these parts…I’m just assuming it’s due to all the Irish here. After dinner, we headed to Stop and Shop (no Publix or Piggly Wiggly’s up here!) to get our Thanksgiving items for tomorrow. On the menu will be:
Dressing (or stuffing..whatever you choose to call it)
Macaroni & Cheese (Southern Style!)
Green Bean Casserole
Corn & Bacon Casserole
Apple Pie

When we got through grocery shopping, we went through Dunkin Donuts (or The Dunk or Dunks as we call it here) for some coffee (I recommend their Blueberry…that’s right, Blueberry!) and then back to the dorms for a movie night. We watched Christmas Vacation and then played Rock Band. Now, I’m ready for bed & excited about celebrating with my sweet friends tomorrow.

Happy Turkey Day!

a month gone by…

and I didn’t even realize it because I’ve been so busy.

We had Reading Week last week and I was able to catch up on some Systematic Theology reading and read more of the Old Testament to prepare for the upcoming final exam. My first semester ends in about 3 1/2 weeks. Crazy.

My friends here are truly amazing. Can I just say that? I am having more fun than I’ve had in a long time. That’s another reason I haven’t updated is that if I’m not studying, I’m out with friends. Such a blessing!! I’m also discovering this gift I have of organizing events. I hope that’s part of what I do in ministry one day. Youth + Event Planning + Europe would = something so much fun!!!!

I don’t know if anyone reads this anymore, but if you do, I encourage you to also read the book of Habakkuk. Yes, you read that right. An amazing, but short, read. So full of goodness!!!

It’s now dark at 4:30pm and there’s no need to wear flip flops anymore. My dad got me a pair of oversized Miami sweatpants that are being put to great use these days.

Trying to think of any last words, but I just woke up from a nap and am still trying to get out of the sleep zone.

Hope you have had a great last month. I hope I don’t wait this long again to update!


i am a dragon

In the last month, God has really been doing something in my heart. In the last few days, I’ve really started to feel myself changing…for the better. I heard this passage from The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by CS Lewis years ago and only now does it really make sense to me. It has to do w/the character of “Eustace” and the fact that he was this despicable, greedy, character and was turned into a dragon. He desperately wants to get the scales off of him and tries hard to do it by himself. I’ll be quiet and let you read for yourself. It’s a bit lengthy, but I promise it won’t disappoint:

“The water was as clear as anything and I thought if I could get in there and bathe it would ease the pain in my leg. but the lion told me I must undress first. Mind you, I dont know if he said any words out loud or not.

I was just going to say that I couldn’t undress because I hadn’t any clothes on when I suddenly thought that dragons are snaky sort of things and snakes can cast their skins. Oh, of course, thought I, that’s what the lion means. So I started scratching myself and my scales began coming off all over the place. And then I scratched a little deeper and , instead of just scales coming off here and there, my whole skin started peeling off beautifully, like it does after an illness, or as if I was a banana. In a minute or two I jsut stepped out of it. I could see it lying there beside me, looking rather nasty. It was a most lovely feeling. So I started to go down into the well for my bathe.

But just as I was going to put my feet into the water I looked down and saw that they were all hard and rough and wrinkled and scaly just as they had been before. Oh, that’s all right, said I, it only means I had another smaller suit on underneath the first one, and I’ll have to get out of it too. So I scratched and tore again and this underskin peeled off beautifully and out I stepped and left it lying beside the other one and went down to the well for my bathe.

Well, exactly the same thing happened again. And I thought to myself, oh dear, how ever many skins have I got to take off? For I was longing to bathe my leg. So I scratched away for the third time and got off a third skin, just like the two others, and stepped out of it. But as soon as I looked at myself in the water I knew it had been no good.

The the lion said – but I don’t know if it spoke – ‘You will have to let me undress you.’ I was afraid of his claws, I can tell you, but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.

The very first tear he made was do deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off. You know – if you’ve ever picked the scab of a sore place. It hurts like billy-oh but it is such fun to see it coming away.

Well, he peele the beastly stuff right off – just as I thought I’d done it myself the other three times, only they hadn’t hurt – and there it was lying on the grass: only ever so much thicker, and darker, and more knobbly-looking than the others had been. And there was Ias smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been. Then he caught hold of me – I didn’t like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I’d no skin on – and threw me into the water. It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found that all the pain had gone from my arm. And then I saw why. I’d turned into a boy again. You’d think me simply phoney if I told you how I felt about my own arms. I know they’ve no muscle and are pretty mouldy compared with Caspian’s, but I was so glad to see them.

After a bit the lion took me out and dressed me – (with his paws?) – Well, I don’t exactly remember that bit. But he did somehow or other: in new clothes – the same I’ve got on now, as a matter of fact. and then suddenly I was back here. Which is what makes me think it must have been a dream.”

When we come to the end of ourselves….when we can no longer peel the layers off by ourselves, we have to take it to the only one who can properly “dress” us. It is going to hurt. But in the end, it’s going to be for our good and the better.

boston birthday

My friends and I went into Boston on Friday night to celebrate my B-Day! I have to say it was probably the best birthday party I’ve had in a long time. We started off the evening at my favorite restaurant, Wagamama, which is a Japanese noodle bar. My friend Linz first told me a/b this restaurant 10 yrs ago when she was studying abroad in London. Boston is the only place in the US where you can find this restaurant other than Canada or Europe or South Africa. I LOVE IT! After dinner, we split into 2 groups and walked around the city taking pictures for a picture scavenger hunt. SO much fun!

I am so blessed to be at GCTS & even more blessed with the friends God has placed in my life. It was definitely a great start to a new birthday year!

My friend Joel thought it would be a fun idea to create a blog all about dreams at night. It’s been quite interesting to find out what we’re all dreaming about there on campus! If you’re looking for a laugh or even something a bit introspective, check it out! The link is on the right along with….

Awkward Christianity. This is a book my friend Jonathan is working on to be published. The blog has to do w/the book but it’s also a great blog a/b life as a seminarian (if I’m not giving you enough insight on that topic!) The link is also on the right.

Also, if any of you know how to work this link thing on here, please let me know. I’m getting really irritated w/it!

home sweet home..?

It’s late. I haven’t posted in a few days. A lot going on. I had a Greek exam today. I hope that I got at least a C.

I just read my sweet friend, Cathy’s blog. I’d give you the link to click on but wordpress and I still have issues. You can link it on the right of the page b/c it’s an excellent blog! Anyways, she was speaking a/b how Savannah is her home so much that she can feel it in her bones. When people ask me where I’m from I respond “I grew up in Savannah but I live in Jacksonville” b/c I don’t feel like going into all those years of “We lived here and then we moved and we lived there and then we moved…” It takes too long unless I’m sitting down at dinner or a pub and in a conversation that allows for it. Anyways, so as I was reading Cathy’s post, I immediately thought a/b the fact that I really don’t have a hometown. I say that Savannah is my hometown but only because I lived there for 10 years and that’s the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere. There are three cities in the States that stick out as “potential” hometowns. Rome, GA, Savannah, GA, and Jacksonville, FL. These are three of the cities where I feel I have the most “roots.” I guess i could also say West Palm Beach but I feel like life and time there was so sporadic that I can’t justify calling it “home”…it’s simply where I went to college and where I spent a year of life while God prepared me for seminary.

I often wonder after seminary if I will ever put roots of my own down somewhere. Should God bless me with kids, I’d like them to have a “hometown” of their own. I don’t want to move around the rest of my life. I guess I can wonder about that later.

It’s late and I definitely need some good sleep tonight.