I'm so thankful for the way Scripture refreshes. When I spend time away from it, I get that weak feeling... that feeling I get when I'm too lazy to pack healthy lunches for work and consequently eat nothing but fast food all day... that dehydrated, malnourished, alive-but-not-living-well feeling.
And then I come back to Scripture, and it's like everything falls into place again. This is the way things are supposed to be. God speaks, and I am filled with truth.
While those times away from God's Word are not good, I do return with a certain thirst for it, the kind that results only from separation. Even the simplest words of truth completely alter my perspective.
That's how I'm feeling today... I'm just skimming across the Old Testament, taking in all the goodness of God, His faithfulness to Israel over and over and over again, even when they were so unfaithful. Every instance of His faithfulness strikes me because I know it so well. He is so good to me when I am selfish to the core.
The end.
With love and such,
Megan
In the past two days, I have experienced so much wonderfulness from my co-workers, who also happen to be dear friends.
This wonderfulness includes a fun manager-approved Dunkin Donuts run, conversations with funny fake accents that maybe went too far (a customer was abruptly greeted with a "HALLO!"), the image of a VERY awkward dance to Earth, Wind and Fire seared into my brain, and lots of hearty laughs in the midst of a very busy and stressful two days.
In short, I love the people I work with. A lot, a lot, a lot, times infinity.
Also on the list of people I think are great: two ladies who sent me Christmas cards with really personal messages (both of which made me cry, and I don't really cry a lot). I'm so thankful to know so many talented and strong ladies and to share life and adventures with them.
Now I have a decorated tree and I am watching The Holiday until I drift off into a deep sleep. I will wake up whenever my littlest brother bursts into my room and declares it is time for me to get up. This usually happens around 7.
And I am so thankful for Jesus. What a beautiful Savior. I can't even wrap my mind around it. And meditating on Him and His birth these past few weeks has been so refreshing.
With love and joy,
Megan
It's starting to set in that I'm leaving for two years. It is scaring the CRAP out of me.
I think it would have been easier to bolt right out of college, but now that I've settled into a full-time job and doing a lot more with my church and spending lots of time with RDU friends, I have become comfortable. And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I'm called to this writing/photo job (so many things have been orchestrated over the past 8 months or so). It's just going to be really, really, really hard.
I try to focus on what I'm moving toward, not what I'm leaving behind. This is primarily because the thought of leaving my family, my dearest friends and my work-family makes me weep. (No hyperbole here.) I know I will have to face it, and it will SUCK. But I just can't. Not until I have to. Oh darn, now I'm thinking about it and here come the waterworks.
Two years is a long time.
In other news, I decorated my planner through the beginning of February. That always makes me happy. And I cleaned my room a bit. I need a haircut. I need to take photos for my prayer cards. I need to chill out and stop thinking of more things I need to do.
Also, I got a Christmas card today that was super encouraging, and it made me cry. Of course it's from a new, wonderful friend whom I am just getting to know and have to leave in January! Baaah!
With love and trying not to be too sentimental,
Megan
