10 second clean up.

I thought that Molly from the Big Comfy Couch was the coolest person ever - No one else I knew could clean up a room as messy as hers in ten seconds. She would dash around picking things up, putting things away, organize it all, and still have time right at the very end to flop down on her big comfy couch with a huge grin on her face.

Maybe this is what university does to you, but recently I've been making analagous references between my life and Molly's (to myself, of course). It's been all about running around, taking care of unfinished business, organizing, prioritizing, and especially cleaning up the mess that comes with spiritual brokenness - with bulldozing of the walls, and torn hearts. With that said, however, I've been greatful for the fact that I'm still able to "flop on the couch" at the end of the day with a joyful attitude.

It's an odd feeling, really.

Part of me is waiting for the big explosion - the spewage of items that comes when you open the closet door for the first time after you had half-heartedly shoved everything into it in an attempt to clean up. Afterall, 10 seconds used for cleaning up is 10 seconds lost for something else.

Part of me is simply waiting. and i'm quite content at that.
Maybe this is what it feels like to completely surrender.

God pays no respect to anything we bring to Him. There is only one thing God wants of us, and that is our unconditional surrender.

Fungi, Algae, Gene Mapping, Seroude, sin/cos/tan, PSS/ANN, turing machines - you ain't got nothing on G. you ain't got nothing on me.

I wish I had more than 10 seconds though - is 30 asking too much? I'd like a bit more time to be able to process all that's been happening in my life. I'd like to not have things come and go so quickly that I'm not able to full grasp the meaning of it all. I'd like to have even more time to be still and know that You are God.

family, cell group, housemates, brothers and sisters: though most of you won't read this. thanks for not giving up on me. despite my failures and weaknesses, I see more and more of what grace really is each day and all I can do is thank God in sheer humility.

a bit of what's been heavy on my heart:
"Do you love me? ...


... Feed my sheep"


O. Chambers says: The true test of one's love for Jesus is a very practical one, and all the rest is sentimental talk.
It's time to bring out the funk.

even at 3am. i can tell. it's going to be 'A BEAUTIFUL DAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY' (thats for you, 'Bono')