improvement :)

when i wrote that last post, i was at the lowest point of this past week. it's funny; i went to a spiritual autobiography thing on thursday afternoon and it was actually pretty healing to take some time to chart out where i've been. then, when i was discussing it with my mentor, heidi, over coffee yesterday, she commented that sometimes our spiritual lives can be charted on the large scale, such as the last 10 years, but sometimes there's so much change within a week, too. amen to that, sista!

heidi is a wonderful woman and she is the best match i could have gotten for a mentor. we laugh together a lot. and she and i have similar pasts and similar spirits-- she can tell her stories and it really helps me, and even if she can't finish an explanation of a concept or a train of thought, she doesn't need to, because i understand. all in all, the conversation was much needed, and the time always flies for us.

in terms of other encouraging news, the barnabas meeting went really well, and i've still got interest in doing project neighborhood, and there's a really cool research opportunity for this summer that i'm applying for. prayers please! it would be amazing to get picked for barnabas and the research thing, because it would definitely lighten the load for my tuition next year. but i've got to trust God with that either way. one or the other would even be fantastic.

i still miss glasgow, btw. and i still miss my dad. it struck a melancholy chord within me when debbi asked if she should go say hi to her dad in the fieldhouse since he was probably watching the girls bbgame all by himself. i wished that my dad was in the fieldhouse watching a game and that i could go visit him. i wish i could see him at all; tell him what i've been up to and ask him some questions. i wonder what things would have been like had he not died yet-- if my maturity and going off to college would have improved things. i feel like it would have, that the bitterness couldn't have lasted forever. but then again, i'm grateful that my mom wasn't home alone through all of it.

yeah. i miss him. i especially wish that eric could have met him. they'd have gotten along great.


so anyway, i just wanted to inform the world--my world--that i'm doing much better now, thanks.

wuv.

bets