Baby blue

Every morning as I make my way to the dinning hall to eat breakfast, I run my fingers across the short stone wall that follows me all the way to the edge of the road. I always love feeling the different textures of stone and moss, and touching things has always been an odd habit of mine. This morning as I was going through my usual routine, I came across this beautiful, fallen little robin's egg. Its fresh blue color caught my eye as it stood out from all of the earthy greens and grays. Sadly though, its surface was a bit damaged from its fall and wet from the morning's dew. Naturally for me, I immediately snatched the little fellow up and took it to my room. I placed it inside of an abandoned birds nest that I found a couple of months ago that I had placed inside of a gourd that I hollowed out. Afterwards, I put a big, chunky scarf inside of the gourd and placed it all under a lamp in hopes that my tiny little friend will survive if it hasn't already passed. What a sweet little morning surprise!

 God's creation is always so mind blowing. It's insane that a tiny little bird pops an egg out of its butt and after a bit of time and patience on the mother's part, the egg hatches and out comes another tiny little bird, whose beak sings sweet little songs that bless my abnormally small ears every morning and whose tiny tummys digest the little worms and bugs that live in the ground as mama bird delivers the grub to her babies until they're old enough to leave the nest. What a committed mama.

I love the way we  experience  God through nature. That every time we take a look outside, we see His love for us. Every golden, crisp sunset; every blade of grass that tickles our bare feet, every four leaf clover, every change of season, every gust of wind, every mountain silhouette, every delightful chirp of a bird and every unique cloud, all for us, His most prized and fallen creation to enjoy. What a creative and generous Father we have and O, how we take after Him when we create!

Today I am thankful for the joy that we can find in God's creation and for the unexpected gifts that we can find only if we take the time to enjoy what He's made for us.

Late night city walks

I walked around the city tonight for a few moments by myself. The streets were bare and naked without the abundant presence of humans and the crisp, spring wind gave the city a peaceful chill. I've begun resenting Asheville, at least the downtown areas. It's become annoying to me and the fact that everyone seems to be so much  alike and so weird doesn't help my distaste. Many people probably wont be able to resonate with this opinion, but the almost cookie cutter, trendy lifestyles (that we all seem to fit into on the surface here in Asheville) are growing monotonous to the point of sickening me.

Tonight was nice, however; because there were hardly any people out and the ones that I did see just seemed to be enjoying one another's company. They seemed to enjoy the nice change of pace, the peace and quiet of the city at night. I also liked that I could jay-walk without cars coming and going. Walking across town was a breeze compared to any time during the day.

As I walked, I got to take in the sweeter moments of walking in a city. The lights changing color, no sound to accompany or liven up the city's structures except for the occasional car or motorcycle's radio. It was silent.It was beautiful. 

As I was by myself on this silent, beautiful night, I looked up at the nearly-full moon and thought of Jesus and how He wept in the garden of Gethsemane.  I saw the moonlight and I pictured what it must have been like to see Him in such distress, the moonlight hugging, grasping onto it's Creator's face as tears and blood dripped down from His eyes. This sweet, sacred, climactic and completely sorrowful moment in history that the disciples so sleepily missed. I wonder what kinds of intense or significant moments I sleep through in my life. Whether I'm actually sleeping or am just tuning out the world and allowing myself to think without thought, I wonder what sorts of things I'm missing. I wonder what sorts of things God is whispering in my ear that I'm just not paying attention to.


Tonight was healing. Precious. I later met up with some friends to celebrate a birthday. It was lovely, loud, high-pitched and giddy. It's so lovely to be a woman sometimes.