a novel

my finger is starting to itch (i recently hurt it pretty severely at work and the skin is starting to grow back in). my soul has been itching for quite some time. i've been taught that itching is a healthy sign. it signifies healing. it means that my body is reconstructing itself in the way it was made to. but it itches. i think about itchy and scratchy. that horrifying simpsons cartoon. and about which came first: the itch or the scratch? my finger itches because it was gorged and crushed,both too extreme of actions to be classified as a mere scratch. and then mosquito bites: the anticipated horde of itchyness that will descend in a few short weeks. they itch before scratching as well. and then more so afterwards of course. but in terms of my soul, i wonder if the paradigm is not reversed. i wonder if my soul itches because it was scratched. i wonder if my time in Chad, my small african adventure, did not scratch my very soul? and hence, my soul began to itch. to desire wholen...

did you know i am a lucky person? there is a wonderful woman out there, one who loves me more than anything and will even wash the diahria off me in the middle of the night. this woman is my mother. she is always there for me, and has always been one of my best friends. i am so amazingly blessed to have such a mother. the only thing that troubles me about our relationship, is that i am so far away on the day dedicated to celebrating her. this past year i have been honored to renew my relationship with her. i have been awed by her resilience, her determination, and her courage. her love for the world and the joy in her soul have inspired me. i have been encouraged by her persistance despite obsticales and her endless compassion. this woman has taught me so much and i'm so thankful and proud of my mother. there is no one else like her. as i go cutting my own path through the woods of this world, i strive to live up to her example and to heed her many words of wisdom. i thank God dai...

Since coming back from Chad I’m really uncertain about where I’m heading in life. I haven’t rediscovered the passions I had before leaving, but I find myself searching more and more after God. I am waiting on the Lord to help me discover what I am passionate about and where I am headed. My theme for the past while has been to let God do the planning. And the more I wait on God, the more excited I find myself for what She has in mind for me. This summer I will be in Winnipeg. I will be working full time, maybe extra. I will be reconnecting, staying connected, and building new connections. I will be reading. I will be riding the bus. Through all of it, I hope to be waiting on my Christ, and searching after my King.