It's been a while!
My blog template died a while back, and I never got around to fixing it-- until now! :)
Wow, it's amazing how many pizzas come through that door at 2:30 a.m.... haha. I'm working at the front desk of a dorm. Man, that makes me super hungry. WOW PIZZA. Ok. I want to share a couple things with you. Hm...it's so great to be writing again.
First! I saw BGSU's production of "A Little Night Music" last night. It was hilarious and heartbreaking and sentimental. I left feeling like a certain single part of my being was inflamed and had started its own rhythm. "Send In the Clowns" made me cry like a small child. Man. And great new and seasoned talent. Beautiful voices, great acting, flowing choreography... I was just very impressed. Bravo, cast and crew. Bravo.
Second. World Water Week just finished up here at BGSU. It would take a lot more time and brain power for me to actually articulate everything that went on in my mind as a result of this past week, but I'll give ya what I got. Cassy and I decided to team up and take part in being "villagers" for the week- which meant getting ALL of our water for cooking and washing from one hose in the middle of campus. We were given a large bucket, which we filled up with water from that hose and had to wheel on my longboard back to my car because it was so heavy. We were laughing the whole time because it was utterly ridiculous and I looked like a penguin as I waddled behind it, trying to push it. But in the back of my mind (and I'm sure Cassy's, too), I began to reflect on the true hardship of it. This is reality for people. How lucky were we to even get CLEAN water to take back with us? 4,200 people die every day because of the lack of clean water. This unsanitary water is taken from a well miles from their homes, and carried back in buckets like the ones we used. I started to be able to fathom. Just barely. My eyes were opened continuously at how much we take for granted. Our water started to get dirty during the week and we had no time to go get some more. So one night, I decided to try to boil some that was in our bucket. It took me 45 minutes to wash my entire body and my hair. It was during that time, in the quietness of our house, that my heart yearned for healing and restoration for the people and lands that are subjected to limited, unsanitary water. I felt their hearts that night. I felt enslaved by the lack of clean water at my access.
Take a moment and check it out--look up some articles, or some videos. The reality is there, and you can do something about it. We all can.
Third. And this is just a thought. I've been noticing that a lot of people have been feeling unnaturally overwhelmed and weighed down lately. I want to encourage you. I'm not going to say that "everything's going to be fine"; that you "shouldn't worry." I want to tell you that I, and those that truly love you, want to walk through it with you. I don't want you to feel like you have to face it alone. I'm feeling some weight myself, and let me tell you: the softest light that shone on my face came from those that vowed to walk beside me and not condemn me. I believe that is truly irreplaceable, and that it's a piece of God's character. Lets walk, arms swinging and touching. Lets stumble over rocks and crevaces in the ground, and be crutches for each other. This is the tough part of love. It's not aesthetically pleasing, and its not immediately fruitful. This is the kind of love that heals someone from the roots. It is slow and it is raw. But my friends, the foundation that is built is a strong, impenetrable thing.
That's all I have time for tonight. Time for me to go home and sleep. Blessings in your week. I pray that your Sunday is restful.
Love,
_sea
