Pensive Procrastination

So, the work at school is piling up and coming to an end, so obviously I feel like writing blogs a lot more. I was thinking about this as I sit with my notes for a sermon on Luke in front of me and I am wondering why, in the busiest times of the year work wise, I feel the most compelled to write blogs. Then I realized, it's because it is the time where I am having to figure out all my thoughts from the term. I'm looking over all my notes and re-reading what I've underlined in texts and I'm thinking about the application of all of it in my life. My last counselling assignment was due this past week, so all that fun is over. Now I have before me a lot of biblical and theological writing, which, my friends, is not my forte. I love it, but it takes me longer to think out. I have three pages of notes which I'm hoping will turn into an 8-10 page paper, including sermon notes. I never in my wildest dreams imagined that I would be writing out sermon notes. Right now I&#

She ran through the woods, frighten by what followed her. Pushing through trees and branches and stumbling over roots. The panic overtook her as she glimpsed the light through the trees... the light that she so desperately wanted to reach. She knew she had been there before, in that light. She knew she had felt the warmth. Yet she was here in the darkness again. She cried out, knowing that someone would hear her. The thought of running anymore overwhelmed her. It was so much easier to fall into the darkness, to fall on her knees and give up. It was what she was used to and she felt a strange sense of comfort in this dark forest. But she knew, she knew that the light that she was seeing glimpses of held a glory and peace beyond what she could imagine. Why was this forest so dense? Why was it such a struggle? She was cut and bruised. Cut and bruised from falling and deciding not to get up. Sometimes, when this darkness felt like if would overcome she would just curl up i

There have been so many things on my mind lately that I just don't know where to start. Yesterday before bed I was reading my Bible and just reflecting in a journal and I wrote that I felt like my thoughts were like mosquitos at the end of May, there were so many of them just flying around. I could hear them, that annoying buzzing noise, but they weren't landing so I couldn't capture any of them. Do you guys know what I mean?! Part of what has been on my mind is writing and how much I have learned that I love it over the years. I especially find that I am more in love with writing and feel myself drawn to writing more when I'm reading something that inspires me. I found that when I was taking a particularly inspiring English course in university the amount that I wrote would sky rocket. When I read C.S. Lewis I find myself sitting there with pictures just running through my mind that inspire me and make me want to pick up my computer and write. I love C.S. Lewis. I

A Random Compilation of Thoughts: 1. I'm sorry for the blog hiatus. A lot has been going on my side of the world that has me being more social and having less time to sit and think and ponder life. I know you have all been missing me deeply and passionately, just know that I miss you too...just maybe not as much. 2. Have you ever watched Gilmore Girls? I started watching it a year after my father, and it became our "thing". The show is so dysfunctional sometimes, I think that if I ever taught a counselling class I'd make them watch Gilmore Girls and talk about how they would counsel them and think about what different theories would say. I have a quote for you from Gilmore Girls that I have loved recently. If you ever sat and wondered "What do Alysha's thoughts look like?" Here is the scary reality. Lorelai: My brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish. I'm writing a letter, I can't write a letter, why can't I write a letter? I'