Im going to Med School

This is what my befuddled friend exhasperated to me over the phone last night. Dr. Quinn, medicine woman (aka Courtney Patterson) proceeds to tell me that after 3 months of working the grind at a graphics company, she is bored and disgruntled with her career life. Despite the comfortable chair, limitless coffee, and convenient scheduling, she is ready to take on biopsies and dialysis procedures. I asked her about the needles, and after a little 'eeee" noise, she confessed that she will find a medical profession that is needle-less. Great, give her a rubber mallet and knees and she'll be set.

She found a little comfort in talking to me because i feel whats she's going through. We have an unguided ambition- a strong desire to find that one job that we are passionate about and couldn't picture ourselves doing anything else. It's interesting that I had that discussion as I walked in the door of the Woffords for the UC bible study. We attempted to watch a movie, but the language got pretty bad so we decided to open up a Psalms and study instead. I don't think the kids were really feeling the bible study, but I was drinking it in.

Ps 73 is a pretty long chapter that was written by a Godly man named Asaph. The passage hits me hard because in the beginning, he almost sounds suprised about his circumstance:

1A psalm of Asaph. Surely God is good to Israel,
to those who are pure in heart.

2 But as for me, my feet had almost slipped;
I had nearly lost my foothold.

3 For I envied the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

4 They have no struggles; their bodies are healthy and strong. [a]

"I almost slipped up"... he caught himself desiring what the arrogant had. The wicked were so prosperous, walking around with their decorated camels/goats with their tresure chests like they are straight out of the sultans palace in Aladdin. I'm willing to bet that Asaph didn't even pay much attention to the fact that they were "wicked" or not. He realized that afterward. He saw all the stuff and "happiness" and wondered why he didn't have what they had and how he could get it. Some how, along the way he realized that he was trippin'.

14 All day long I have been plagued;
I have been punished every morning.

16 When I tried to understand all this,
it was oppressive to me

17 till I entered the sanctuary of God;
then I understood their final destiny.

Asaph just couldn't figure out. As he was walking down the streets, he saw people struting their stuff, heard news stories about the succesful, and watched himself fall in the toilet and just couldn't figure out what he was missing in his life. At least until he ventured into the sanctuary of God. This isn't something fantastically mystical; he just walked into a tabernacle or quiet area and listened to what God had to say. He cleared his mind to focus on the promises God made, not his business co-horts.
I know the plague that Asaph faced. Everyday, I had thought "something is missing." I don't know if that's a wife, job, masters degree, moving home, missions, ministry, change in career, road trip, friend... the only thing that can answer my questions is falling in to the sanctuary of God. That's going to be my focus over the next week.

23 Yet I am always with you;
you hold me by my right hand.

24 You guide me with your counsel,
and afterward you will take me into glory.

25 Whom have I in heaven but you?
And earth has nothing I desire besides you.

26 My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

Word Dawg...

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Turkey Bowl...

A long lived ACOC tradition.

I'm really tired and won't spend time typing. I just thought I write a little thought or too... mainly to keep the blog active.

I just need to say that I love my church family. Events today just reinforced that. I love the families that put Christ as their priority. I love the families that are active together and would rather spend time as a church community rather than... I don't know, the lions club. Does that still exist anyway?

Today, the kids took on the adults in a great game of football. Pretty sure we annihilated the teens. When I say we... that's more like a royal "we", because I did not directly participate in any mass damage in each play. However, everyone 's heart skipped a beat and held their breathe when Drew took a hard tumble. He messed up his ankle pretty bad. One of the greatest father-son relationships I have ever witnessed in my life have been Drew and Mark. The support and comradery that is there is so amazing. When Suzette was down taking of Drew's dirty-nasty shoe, Mark just laid Drew's head on his shoulder and just held him, letting him know it's going to be alright. That's the way I want my relationship with Christ to be, like that of Drew and Mark.

I love being around the Davis family because they are always at each youth event together, having fun as a family within a family. The Fletchers are always hillarious; there is never a dull moment, especially when football and Bobby are in the same room/field. The Rhindages too. You have to know each one of them to know that you don't have to be normal in order to function as a family.

Then there's the Nelson's. I have never witnessed a more Spirit-led family. Just being in their house, I feel a comfort and security that I love being around. They truly use their blessings to bless other, I'm evidence of that. They took me in like one of their own and treated me like one of their own. God lives in this house and I love 'em for it.

I'm not usually this sappy, but I'm tired and I get dramatic when I'm low on energy. I think I knew a drunk from Jersey who was the same way.

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