Moon Safari!

Wednesday

Wednesday is my favorite day.

All week I go to school and write and read and take tests. All sorts of wonderful and tragic, true and false information enters my brain. I must process it all, use it for my benefit, make good grades, disregard the false, and hold the truth. I talk to lots of moms-to-be too, I tell them how their bodies can give birth and what their placenta is and if they can eat spicy food or not.

But on Wednesdays I just listen and eat.














I learn how to slice a mango, be a hippie married to a military man, to value correction, love the poor and still eat well, and to trust, love, depend on, and know Jesus more.

All this to say:

The more God shows me how He loves me, how He will always provide, make a way, give grace, and surround me with folks who say exactly what I need to hear, the more I am in awe. I was dead in my transgressions, completely weighed down by wickedness, and He brought me to life. I can't comprehend how it gets better than that, how His love goes deeper. Why He would ever bless me and bring me joy and show me mercy. But He does, every single day.

It makes me want to live with the poor and love sick children and be dirty and sweaty and hungry and help babies be born and build houses and love the unlovely, even the bastards that don't care about the poor, and respect my parents and be nice to my brother and keep secrets and listen to your silly dreams and cry with you all to bring Him glory.


Monday

In the midst of it all, my friends, I urge to you remember: Salt + light.