For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes: first to the Jew, then to the Gentile.
-Romans 1:16

I stand here and marvel at the glory of His creation.

He doesn't need to be named. He is all that is. If you know me then you know who I serve, if it's not clear though.... I have a lot of work to do. I suppose that's a failing on my part, my heart, my mind. So, where do I stand? Well it is of no consequence in the scheme of things, hwoever, currently I stand beside The Old Fishing Hole in Kent Washington. Near my place of residence, in a grander sense I stand before my Lord.

I've been thinking lately, and yes thinking can spell trouble for a mind like my own. A personality such as I carry. Not in this instance, no, I've been reflecting honestly. A much more apt descriptor for my thoughts of late. Funny, I gather my endeavours to teach my students the art of reflection lately (with rather varying restults) has led me to this. It's been a wild ride in the last six months or so, I'm chuckling as I stand beside this quaint pond in the sunshine. Fifty degrees, no rain, no wind, in the middle of January. A odd event for Western Washington, no matter though, the point is... I write this on my phone on a whim. My thoughts have always raced far beyond my ability to catch up, I lose them as quick as they come. So what am I to do, pause... reflect... Type them as quick as they come and flee.

So I've been reflecting as I stated, yes I ramble, bear with me! I'm not sure what lead me here, not here in this physical place but here at this point in time. I haven't written a piece in some time, I felt I something was forming and needed time. I suppose this is that something. But God..... Oh how marvelous He is, He calls me and speaks in the oddest of ways. I find it a puzzling manner in which he does it. But He does it in a manner in which a curious intellectual, as I have grown to be, has no other choice but to listen and seek an understanding.

Since last August I have picked up my life, moved it back to Washington from Montana, and settled into something totally new. I struggle to make sense of it all but oddly enough I have a great sense of peace and tranquility. Yes, even with the fascination that is the USA's election. Why is that though? Well... my Lord and Saviour. I have struggled as I've come of age to reconcile my beliefs, the idea of a God. One God. Creator of all, my redeemer. Many will vary in their thoughts on the matter but this is not a debate I am after. Rather, I just endevour to clear my mind at the moment.

I Am Not Afraid

I am not afraid of what has become of my life, what will be, what is in the world around me, what is thought, that I am a Christian, of the beautiful young woman I have been pursuing and have grown quite fond of, of anything really. I am merely concerned, concerned of a complacency that has tried to take hold in my life. Not just spiritually but in many manners. I am concerned of a future with much turmoil, not for myself but for those around me who do not feel a security that I feel. I am remorseful of that. I long for everyone to have what God has blessed myself with. So I pray, and I serve those around me in hope of some light to shine where it's wanted or needed.

I am awestruck at the moment, I look around my world and am grateful for such wonder. I stand one day at the shore of the Puget Sound and marvel at the expanse of it all. I watched a pair of Geese moments ago happily calling on the still water, then prepare and begin to soar.... Soar into a vast world. I envy that, yet I don't. Cars around me, planes overheard, so busy, so much going on... Yet, it is a wonderful sound if you give a moment of your time to ponder it. So many people ALIVE, living endless varieties of ways. I know the truth, I believe it even if others do.... God is in the midst of all of it. He makes it... Well, be.

I know, many will argue various opinions on the matter. Honestly though, I should not be alive today. I should have died almost four years ago of anorexia, even if I had survived though, I should not have possibly gotten to where I am at now. And the only possible explanation is not but infinitesimally small statiscal probabilities but by a loving, gracious, merciful Creator. One who created me in all my imperfections. There seems to be a purpose for that, I have just began to understand what that is.

So the point of all this, nothing really. But are you thinking now? I hope so, now hold on to that. You see, whether it is Women's rights or Black Lives Matter, or you feel an injustice has been done, you agree or disagree with who our President is, whatever it may be.... Stop for a moment. For a few moments, step out of that long enough for you to breath, clear your mind, and find some peace somewhere as I have just done. Reflect, whatever that reflection needs to be... Don't just think. Reflect. And maybe find one positive thing around you or within you.

In this world of craziness to put it gingerly, we all should find a little peace. If you're a Christian reading this, go seek the Lord. It shouldn't wait upon a Sunday.