shouts of joy

I'm bursting with God-news;   I'm dancing the song of my Savior God.  God took one good look at me, and look what happened—  I'm the most fortunate woman on earth!  What God has done for me will never be forgotten,  the God whose very name is holy, set apart from all others.  His mercy flows in wave after wave upon me. Luke 1 There was a period of time last spring when tennis (maybe some ultimate frisbee as well) was the only thing I did. Wake up at 5:45, hit the tennis court at 6 am. Finish homework before 8 pm to cram in more tennis before sleeping. Lunch breaks out on the court. Saturday nights at Whitman's court. Sunday afternoons as study breaks. There's always something... Before tennis it was running. Before running it was slack lining. Before slack lining it was rock climbing. Before rock climbing it was swimming. Before that frisbee, and before that wakeboarding, and before that football, and BEFORE that basketball. There's always been some kind o

See what great love my heavenly Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know Him. Yes,  we are children of God, and what we will be we don't know yet. But we do know that when Christ appears,   we will be like Him, because we will see Him as He is. ( 1 John 3:1-3) Truth is: we're crazy.  "There is One who calls you the beloved. You must constantly go back to the truth of who you are and claim it for yourself. I'm not what I do. I'm not what people say about me. I'm not what I have. Although there is nothing wrong with success, there is nothing wrong with popularity, there is nothing wrong with being powerful, finally my spiritual identity is not rooted in the world, the things the world gives me. My life is rooted in my spiritual identity. Whatever you do, you have to go back regularly to that place of core identity. You will even hear voices sa

Since my year in India I've  found it much easier to  acclimate in crazy situations.  Exceeding the speed limit in a wheel chair - HC. No bed? The floor is great.  No shower? We can find water.  No heat? We've got socks and mittens.  No car? I've got two legs.  No food? We've got a tummy choir though.  So the regular throbbing in my upper body, is just another adjustment to the crutches (or ditches - my 3 year old cousin calls them). My trampoline story is a little worn out and ready to retire to the shelf with the crutches. Simply said: I was jumping on a trampoline and landed funny on my right leg and tore my ACL, MCL, meniscus, and fractured the femur, which is postponing my anticipated trip to Argentina and keeps me from walking or driving for 6 weeks after surgery. It's not as bad as it sounds. I can do almost everything I could do before. But as independent as I am, maybe it's worse than it sounds, actually. I don't like getting all