The Deal with Dubai

What's going on:
This new year, we'll be beginning our 4 month adventure in Dubai. My dad has been working there for a year now and it's time to join him. My dear friend, Anna, and I have moved out of our dorm rooms and will be getting on the plane with my parents January 1st. I would tell you all about what we're going to be doing but the truth is, God changes my plans so quickly it's not worth explaining. So how about just a basic idea? Anna will be going to American University Dubai while I am doing an internship. We will be in a 3 bedroom apartment which is close to the beach, restaurants, and everything else one might want or need. We're so blessed and maybe even a bit spoiled.
I guess it's official now...I've blogged about it. we must actually be going.

More updates to come when we arrive.

God in my living

With a million emotions running around inside my heart i'm finding it hard to sort through them. Finished with my first semester of college, i'm not sure if i should be happy to be done or sad its over.
Let me just say...it was a strange semester. I'm so glad to be done with studying and writting papers. i'm glad to be done with room checks and collecting quarters for laundry. BUT i'm not ready to be done with the'bungalow' (margie's house). I don't ant to be done with late night talks on the kitchen floor or movies on a friday night. She graduated today...how wonderful...how terrible...how...different.

I need God to be in every part of my life. There are so many parts. So many fears, so many issues, victories, losses, frustrations and joys. i'm up and down and fighting for stability. My problem runs deeper than the activities of the day to day. i need God in every part of my life.When i suck and when i don't suck. What does that mean? it means, "here, Jesus" no matter what it is... i just need to say "here, you're glory and not mine"

So i'm giving Him my friendships, my worries, my favorites, my passions, my unattractive qualities, and my family. "Here, Jesus"


GOD IN MY LIVING
THERE IN MY BREATHING
GOD IN MY WAKING
GOD IN MY SLEEPING


GOD IN MY RESTING
THERE IN MY WORKING
GOD IN MY THINKING
GOD IN MY SPEAKING


BE MY EVERYTHING



GOD IN MY HOPING
THERE IN MY DREAMING
GOD IN MY WATCHING
GOD IN MY WAITING

GOD IN MY LAUGHING
THERE IN MY WEEPING
GOD IN MY HURTING
GOD IN MY HEALING

home is a funny thing

I went home for Thanksgiving and it was a strange sort of wonderful. The house wasn't sparkling, I had a little cold, and people were coming and going constantly but it was still great. I had weird moments of childish frustration and moments of totally contentment. I don't expect perfection any more. This is a big adjustment for me because I've always loved plans and structure. Structure gives me a sense of security but I guess it's a false security.
Home. For so long I've wanted it to be a place where there's always a fire in the fireplace, cookies in the oven, and a happy family sitting together around the table.It's laughable, really. That's not what home is and I'm really really ok with it. I didn't have a good conversation with my parents until they brought me back to school and we went out to dinner. It was the first time things slowed down long enough for us to talk about things we wanted to talk about (not just the things we needed to discuss).
For the first time in my life, I'm ok with living in a house where we do random things like re carpet the house right before we leave for 4 months. People are constantly moving in and out. I don't know if the other bedroom upstairs belongs to Ande, Spencer, or art work. Furniture is never in the same place and the dog is a huge regret and a necessary joy at the same time.
Being home was just what I needed even though it's not a home out of a story book.