I got up UBER early this morning to go meet the people who started the Least of These ministry. Every Saturday, downtown, they feed a hot breakfast to Asheville's homeless. Today, however, it was raining, so no one was there. I got some coffee and came back home. Now I'm sitting in my kitchen listening to the rain and the birds in the trees outside our huge window. I wish I could insert a sound clip. It's so peaceful. The sound clip wouldn't do it justice, though. It's more the mood I'm in, combined with the start of a fresh day that makes it so ethereal.
I've been kind of restless lately. Patience is not a virtue I own...maybe one day? I haven't really met any friends here yet.
I've met a lot of great people, but no one like I thought I would meet in Asheville. Except yesterday at work, I met this guy who is an advocate for legalizing medical marijuanna....those kind of people - I thought I would be meeting them left and right. Facebook is no help when you are in a lonely kind of mood. It's just a place where people advertise how exciting their lives are. People's photos from cool trips, concerts, parties, or nights on the town don't help you keep perspective when it's Friday night and you don't have a single person you could call to hang out.
So I clicked out of FACEBOOK and onto blogger. It's cathartic. And so are the birds because it reminds me of this beautiful thing that Jesus said one time..."Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows." And then I let it sink in that God cares for me more than I could ever imagine. He really does know me, better than I know myself. He knows that Enter the Worship Circle is my favorite band. He knows I love hippies but that I'm no good at being one. He knows that I want to get married. He knows that I want to have friends as crazy as Shane Claiborne who will really challenge me to actually follow Christ and not just theologize about it. He knows that I want to live in community. He knows that I want to graudate college before I'm 24. He knows my insecurites. He knows my failures. He knows my darkness. And he loves me anyway. He longs to be good to me - he IS good to me! And I can't wait to see what he does in the future.
In the meantime, it's just that whole patience thing. Afterall, I've only lived here two weeks today.
Random Opinion of the Day:
Amy's vegetarian breakfast patties are the best things I have tasted in the imitation meat market. I am about to have a killer breakfast, my friends.
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