A Beginning

Dee do de do a Kim Possible ringtone goes off and I look over at my phone. My roommate… freaking out. "I smell like coffee!... I was attacked by a latte"!  My comment back: "That would make a great book".  

I'm not going to pretend to author a novel, but a blog... why not? Yet the ages old question every writer struggles with: Do I have anything to say?

A month before college started my pastor challenged me to uphold two rules. 1. Don't date for the first few months (needless to say that wasn't a problem) and 2. Get plugged in. 

Getting plugged in was either than I thought, God is good and I basically stumbled head first into InterVarsity Christian Fellowship and fell in love. My father new what he was doing, week zero I turned around and met my best friend.

That first night our leader talked about the difference between being a cell phone or a lamp, since then I cannot recall many of his messages, but for whatever reason, this one stuck. The idea was pretty elementary, you constantly have to be plugged into the Word, like a lamp; if you are always plugged in you will always give light. Unlike a cell phone, who has to be recharged and then dies, like someone who needs to be charged up again and again only to have their light die.

It has been 18 months since that first night and God has worked miracles, at lest to me, in my life. In InterVarsity alone I went from a regular attendee to applying for leadership and volunteering with the vine team, witnessing how relationships flourish when He is at the center. At my home church I went from volunteering to running a program, and God was with me every step of the way, now he has put me in a middle ground and given me an excellent boss/mentor.  

I do not know if I have anything to say, but I know that some days I feel like I was attacked by a latte, figurative hot caffeine all down my front. And on days like those my Heavenly father wipes me off and gives me the energy to move on, with or without the caffeine ;).

So whither I am attacked by lattes, or just plan addicted to them, for now I write for myself. I write so that I won’t forget to reflect on how God moves in my life, and the lives of my friends and family. And maybe, just maybe, I write for you, my reader, in the hopes that my words speak from him to you.

Songs of Solomon 8:6-8

Hang my locket around your neck,
   wear my ring on your finger.
Love is invincible facing danger and death.
   Passion laughs at the terrors of hell.
The fire of love stops at nothing—
   it sweeps everything before it.
Flood waters can't drown love,
   torrents of rain can't put it out.
Love can't be bought, love can't be sold—
   it's not to be found in the marketplace.