Happy Fall, everyone!
OK, let’s see if I can remember everything that’s went on since I last wrote (which has been about a month, I believe).
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As a leader for Shift, the program for freshmen we have at CSF, I’ve gotten to really connect with some of the incoming students. I have two or three guys that I try to get lunch with at least once a week and I really look forward to getting time just to talk with each of them. Their hearts for God really encourage me, and push me to strive to set an example for them. For example, this past Friday I was eating with one of them, Matt, and he asked me what I thought about something he had read and whether it was Biblical or not. Honestly, when stuff like that happens it really excites me; I feel like it’s cool that he would look up to me enough to want to get my thoughts on something. That’s the kind of thing that makes me check myself and really want to keep my own walk in line.
I sometimes get discouraged because I’ll see friends of mine who really seem to connect with people and really look like leaders in a group of people, and I feel like I don’t really have what it takes to do that sometimes. Something I’m realizing more lately, though, is that I’m just more of a behind-the-scenes, one-on-one kinda guy . . . and that’s ok. Sorta like having lunch with Matt and him wanting my advice . . . MY advice . . . on something. That’s being a leader, right?
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By the way, in case I haven’t expressed this enough before, I really just LOVE writing you all these updates. Maybe you don’t understand – I mean I really love to write, and I honestly look forward to composing these things. Seriously, I get so excited while I’m writing them that I have to pause at points and just shake my fists in the air or laugh out loud. Ok, so maybe that’s a bit weird, but we all get excited about something.
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Early last week after one of my classes I was meeting Landon, one of the guys from CSF, for lunch. His class ends about the same time as mine and is in the adjacent classroom, so I was sitting in the hallway waiting for him to get out. While I’m sitting there this girl walks by wearing a pink t-shirt that reads “Free Martha” across the front, above a picture of Martha Stewart’s face. In case you haven’t heard, newsbreak: Martha Stewart’s in prison. Look it up on Google, you’ll find it.
Anyway, I realize that some of you like Martha Stewart, and personally, I’ve got nothing against with the woman. But the thought that Martha Stewart of all people, the homemaker icon of our time, is wearing an orange jumpsuit in a dirty prison cell somewhere just humors me for some strange reason. Strikes me as ironic, I suppose.
Well, I did some research of my own and found out that after she’s released from prison, she’s under house arrest for five additional months. During those five months, and this is completely true, I swear: she’s planning on writing a book, A Guide to Prison Life. And you know what? People will buy it, simply because it’s Martha Stewart who’s writing it. It’ll sell a few million copies and I might even run to a bookstore myself to flip through a copy just to satisfy my curiosity. What a world we live in.
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One day this past week I was walking back from my last class to my dorm, feeling a little depressed. I had just gotten back a test and was a bit disappointed with myself because I knew I could have done better. Also, financial stuff is kinda tight right now (well, that holds true for most college students) and for some reason none of the jobs I’ve applied to have worked out (but I’m still trying). Well, these things and a few others were fresh on my mind and just weighing on me. I was walking down a path, looking down at the sidewalk in front of me as I stepped. I raised my head, and at that very moment a long, thin leaf fell right in front of my face, not a foot away. Right as the leaf crossed my vision I could hear the still, small voice of God speaking to me:
“See that leaf, Josh?”
Another single leaf of the same kind fell, close enough to snatch from the air.
“And that one?” He whispered.
A third leaf, same as the first two, fell just within arm’s reach.
“And that one, too? Do you see them, Josh?”
I nodded my head yes and the voice continued.
“Josh, I know exactly when those leaves fall and right where they land. Do you not think that I love you so much more?”
I lifted my face to the sky, laughing as a huge grin split across my face. The rest of my day was much better. Isn’t He wonderful?
I think that’s enough for now. I’ve got a Bible study in an hour and a test to study for after that.