I realized that I haven't posted anything here in over a month, partly because I don't know what to say, and partly because I haven't had time (to be honest, neither of those deterrents have ceased, so I don't know why I'm writing this either).
I was officially accepted to Emmaus a little over a week ago, and I honestly feel better and better about participating in that ministry as time goes on. Everything I truly value theologically can be found at this ministry, including a few things I didn't even know how much I valued until I was challenged with them during my interview process.
I've got a lot of small things on my mind right now that I want to get off my chest - things about how much I'm learning in Systematic Theology, my frustrations with having only a minor in Theology, my frustrations with the Youth Ministry major, busyness between school and work, my exhaustion, my future, my job at the church, girl stuff, etc. All things I'm probably just too proud to vent about, although I hide my silence behind the guise of my busyness.
Anyways, there's a poem I keep coming back to called Flower, from a collection called Gitanjali...
I was officially accepted to Emmaus a little over a week ago, and I honestly feel better and better about participating in that ministry as time goes on. Everything I truly value theologically can be found at this ministry, including a few things I didn't even know how much I valued until I was challenged with them during my interview process.
I've got a lot of small things on my mind right now that I want to get off my chest - things about how much I'm learning in Systematic Theology, my frustrations with having only a minor in Theology, my frustrations with the Youth Ministry major, busyness between school and work, my exhaustion, my future, my job at the church, girl stuff, etc. All things I'm probably just too proud to vent about, although I hide my silence behind the guise of my busyness.
Anyways, there's a poem I keep coming back to called Flower, from a collection called Gitanjali...
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not!
I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.
It may not find a place in Thy garland,
but honor it with a touch of pain from Thy hand and pluck it.
I fear lest the day end before I am aware,
and the time of offering go by.
Though its color be not deep and its smell be faint,
use this flower in Thy service and pluck it while there is time.
