Little did she know...

Just don't ask me why I haven't bought their new album yet... I have somehow managed to hold the album purchasing monster at bay. 

sometimes all the weight of all of the hurt seems so stifling and overwhelming. this stuff is only supposed to come in seasons, right? why does it feel as if suffering just does not stop? broken people. dark struggles. unexpected loss over and over and over again. love is breaking my heart. but maybe it's not about me and my heart. maybe it's not about how suffering affects me and how the hurt overwhelms me at the most unwelcomed times: at work, at home, at church, alone, in a group. maybe it's how Philippians 3 puts it "Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord...that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith - that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and may share in his sufferings becoming like him in his death ..."

because it was warm. and gloriously fall.  and now I am living in a freezer and have to scrape ice off my car. it was a glorious weekend.

I am really digging these guys lately.

three days, three things: nieces and nephews. warm days. big brown eyes. (pleasecomebacksummer) gal pals. reunions. weddings road trips. nonsense brothers. new memories.

a little bit of Jason Gray. music: ok. cheesy level: expert.     seriously have been listening to Selah for forever... I almost could not handle seeing them live. I love it when an artist sounds even better in real life than they do on the album.           Todd talking about something fabulous. ;)        Bebo Norman giving a great little acoustic set.     David Crowder in disguise on the keyboard. heh. Big Daddy Weave doing their thing. Appreciate their hearts.        

"Where has this summer gone? It disappeared somewhere  among the double scoop ice cream cones and turkey melt sandwiches; among the BLS transports and adrenalin pumping fights for life; among the car full of middle school kids and last minute youth group scrambles." - journal scribbles Last summer was all sand in the seats and hikes and sunburns. This summer was all work and youth group crazy and lots of late night cooking/laughs/hangouts. I had a hard time giving up my preconceived ideas of what summer in the BH should look like. But it was still good. Lots of life lessons. Lots of deepened relationships. Lots of soul aching nights. It feels like a decade of a summer rather than a couple of months.  A summer with shaping moments we never want to have, but know that God has orchestrated. And here it is mid September and All Things Fall are upon us. I think I'm ready.