1. Jen's writing is always amazing, but I found particular joy in this post, Days of Awe. Here's a quote:
God has a big box of sticky notes waiting for me, I know. Just because I haven’t wanted to listen, that doesn’t mean that He doesn’t have things He’s been wanting to tell me.
2. Brie sees beauty in the everyday. Right now she's living in the Big Apple, and I'm enjoying the opportunity to live vicariously through her as I read her blog. I loved this post, hitting the mark. In it, she says,
the good news is that the coach is the best around, and he doesn't give standardized tests. he has the time, energy, and support from the Upper Administration to craft specialized tests for each player, designed to reveal what's lacking, challenge to a higher level, and reward where the hard work has paid off. He's good like that.
3. My friend Pam is serving the Lord and the people of Nicaragua. She's about halfway through her assignment. I love to read about what she's doing, and even more about how it feels to be wholly used of God in the mission field. This entry (introspection) made an impact on me.
... a deeper part of me recognizes that this cloak of stability and "normalcy" that I cling to as a future dream is not a full answer to my desire to find a place where I truly belong.
4. Jenny wrote a post entitled "siblings" about her children that really touched me.
And I wonder how we cultivate transparency, understanding, love, and REAL friendship among our kids.
5. My brother in law, Bob, wrote this post after he visited us in our new town. I thought it was something special. I put a copy of it in Eli's baby book for posterity.
The first thing you will notice about Eli is his eyes. I feel like me and Eli bonded in the way only an uncle and a 4 month old nephew can. To ensure our bond he made sure to mark me with his industrial drool.
6. Jan describes her first marathon experience so well, you feel like you're right there next to her throughout the entire thing. If there was ever a blog post that inspired me, this one is it.
I tried to embrace everything as it unfurled...not really knowing what to expect. I did not expect the pain nor did I expect the power of whispered words from fellow runners..."Come on. Just a little further," words that were repulsive coming from the crowd of on-lookers, but full of hope and promise when spoken from fellow participants. I did not expect it to be an act of worship....
