During my four years and four months at The Hood, I’ve always had a hymnal in my home. Upon packing my books up, I realized that said hymnal did not belong to me; it needed to be returned. Thankfully, I was able to use it one last time to reminisce.

During what will most likely be my last communion service at my church, we sang two hymns that the Lord completely used to remind me of some things. The first forced me to make a decision: will I embrace this time (of uncertainty, of unemployment, etc.) as a good and worthy lesson to be harvested? And the second hymn affirmed my decision. I choose Jesus.

Trusting Jesus — Edgar P. Stites

Simply trusting every day, Trusting thro’ a stormy way;
Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus– that is all.

Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by;
Trusting Him whate’er befall, Trusting Jesus– that is all.

Brightly doth his Spirit shine Into this poor heart of mine;
While He leads I cannot fall, Trusting Jesus– that is all.

Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by;
Trusting Him whate’er befall, Trusting Jesus– that is all.

Singing if my way is clear, Praying if the path be drear;
If in danger, for Him call, Trusting Jesus– that is all.

Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by;
Trusting Him whate’er befall, Trusting Jesus– that is all.

Trusting Him while life shall last, Trusting Him till earth be past;
Till within the jasper wall, Trusting Jesus– that is all.

Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by;
Trusting Him whate’er befall, Trusting Jesus– that is all.

In the Garden — C. Austin Miles

I come to the garden alone, While the dew is still on the roses;
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear, The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
And the melody that He gave to me Within my heard is ringing.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known.

I’d stay in the garden with Him Tho’ the night around me be falling;
But He bids me go, thro’ the voice of woe; His voice to me is calling.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known.

And one more that we sung this morning at church. I can’t get it out of my head today.

I Am Thine, O Lord — Fanny J. Crosby

I am Thine, O Lord; I have heard Thy voice, And it told Thy love to me.
But I long to rise in the arms of faith, And be closer drawn to Thee.

Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To the cross where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To Thy precious bleeding side.

Consecrate me now to They service, Lord, By the pow’r of grace divine.
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, And my will be lost in Thine.

Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To the cross where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To Thy precious bleeding side.

O the pure delight  of a single hour That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer and with Thee, my God, I commune as friend with friend!

Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To the cross where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To Thy precious bleeding side.

There are depths of love that I cannot know Till I cross the narrow sea;
There are heights of joy that I may not reach Till I rest in peace with Thee.

Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To the cross where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To Thy precious bleeding side.

May it be so.

Today is Saturday. Today is also packing day. Tomorrow is packing day, too. If I need it. If I don’t need it, tomorrow is also moving day. Maybe.

This is what my life is made up of at the moment. Maybes. Idontknows. It’s very unlady like, if you ask me.

Anyway, I’m going to be a bit quiet this next week. After the move I have some decompressing to do. Some praying. Some journaling. Some resting. Some playing with cute 6 year olds.

So, if you’re keen to prayer, pray for me these next few days. Specifically, I need wisdom. Everything in my house must be separated into 5 piles before packing can commence: thrift store, storage, move, vacation, notquitesurewheretoputyouyet. Decisions can be overwhelming.

p.s. if you need something to read in my absence, try this. It’s fascinating.

“1 On one occasion, while the crowd was pressing in on him to hear the word of God, he was standing by the lake of Gennesaret, 2 and he saw two boats by the lake, but the fishermen had gone out of them and were washing their nets. 3 Getting into one of the boats, which was Simon’s, he asked him to put out a little from the land. And he sat down and taught the people from the boat. 4 And when he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, Put out into the deep and let down your nets for a catch. 5 And Simon answered, Master, we toiled all night and took nothing! But at your word I will let down the nets. 6 And when they had done this, they enclosed a large number of fish, and their nets were breaking. 7 They signaled to their partners in the other boat to come and help them. And they came and filled both the boats, so that they began to sink. 8 But when Simon Peter saw it, he fell down at Jesus’ knees, saying, Depart from me, for I am a sinful man, O Lord. 9 For he and all who were with him were astonished at the catch of fish that they had taken, 10 and so also were James and John, sons of Zebedee, who were partners with Simon. And Jesus said to Simon, Do not be afraid; from now on you will be catching men. 11 And when they had brought their boats to land, they left everything and followed him.” — Luke 5:1-11 (ESV)

What strikes me first about this scene is that the men who were about to become disciples of Jesus had been fishing. all. night. long. Verse 5 says, “we toiled all night and took nothing!” These guys had seen failure. Failing for them meant no food on the table; everything relied on them pulling in some fish during the night. And here comes Jesus, some famous teacher that crowds kept following around. This carpenter’s son tells the professional fisherman to cast their nets again. Simon, either out of desperation or having somewhat of a clue as to who Jesus really was (probably the latter), replied, “But at your word, I will let down the nets.” This is similar to Jesus telling Ryan Howard to swing the baseball bat without a pitcher on the mound and the promise of a home run resounding in his voice. There was no. way. that they would yield any catch. But at Jesus’ word, Simon and others were radically obedient.

Could I be that radically obedient after a night of failure? Pulling empty net in after empty net? Swing after swing? Simon Peter, James and John did. And their yield almost sunk the boats. Do I have the faith that my yield will sink boats? Can I really cast in my net after a day of failure?

What hits me the hardest in this scene is the fishermen’s reactions. After recognizing who Jesus was and how vulnerable, bare and imperfect they were before Him, Jesus says, “Do not be afraid; from now on you will be catching men.” And verse 11: “And when they had brought their boats to land, they left everything and followed him.”

They fished all. night. long. And caught nothing. They encounter Jesus and now they have tons and tons of fish. Food for the table. Profit for savings. Abundance to be generous with. A little extra to buy something frivolous for the family. What would you do?

They left it all to follow Him. They were staring at the Treasure of Heaven and recognized it.

Can I, staring at a day’s labor and a bunch of empty nets, cast them in again? Can I be obedient to the point of irrational fishing? Then, when God Himself provides, can I stare at Him and recognize Him as more valuable then what I have been striving after all this time?

Will I leave everything (successes and failures) to follow Him?

“The gospel serves as the means by which God daily constructs me into what He wants me to be and also serves every day of my Christian life. Hence, it could be said that the gospel contains all that I need “for life and godliness.” (2 Peter 1:3). It is for this reason that God tells me to be steadfastly entrenched in the gospel at all times and never to allow myself to be moved from there (Colossians 1:23). The mere fact that God tells me to stay inside the gospel at all times must mean that He intends to supply all of my needs as long as I am abiding in that place of luxury (Colossians 2:8-10).”  — Milton Vincent* in The Gospel Primer

I know I’ve said this before, but this. hands down. trumps. eagle cave.

The coolest thing I’ve ever done:

Meet Tuscany Grace W. I watched/assisted her entry into the world this morning. She was 10 pounds 8 ounces, 22 inches long, born at 9:48 ante meridiem.

I’ll probably document some of the story here at some point in time, but for now, I’ve got other duties.

I’ve got a doctorate to pursue.

The good news: I don’t have to blog tomorrow (sorry guys, I hate being tied to this thing; I need freedom). The bad news: Cass and I have completed our one-week challenge and won’t be posting more photos. There has been talk of another series, but I think it’s a few months down the road.

For now:

mt. goat

Casstinet

I hope you enjoyed our series. I thought it would be fun to include you in a final (you’ll see it in a few days) post. Pick your favorite and post it here:

Day One

Day Two

Day Three

Day Four

Day Five

Day Six

Benina

Casstro

Day One

Day Two

Day Three

Day Four

Day Five

kiki

Cassawingo

Day One

Day Two

Day Three

Day Four

And I’m not sure what “hey, let’s do this for a week meant,” when I discussed this project with Cassi. A work week? A calendar week? I suppose it’s up to her. Cassi?

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather is one of those things that give value to survival.” –C.S. Lewis

firtia

Cassablanca

Day One

Day Two

Day Three

This could get really interesting. Or really boring. It’s all a matter of perspective.

christinabobina

cassanova

Day One

Day Two

So, I had rules buried deep in my subconscious for this little experiment and they decided to show themselves. While they are late, rules are rules and they shall be followed here on out: No post-processing. This is mainly for me; I don’t want to rely on my secondary gear (computer) to make my primary gear’s (camera) output look decent. This is an exercise in creativity. Creativity with limitations. The only thing Photoshop is allowed to do this week is crop. 500px wide, to be exact.

On that note, here are today’s, untouched (SOOC) photos:

xtina

Casserole

Click here to see Day One